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Stepping through the portal Nall shivered as the crackle of energy washed over his grey and black fur. It always tingled and made his fur stand on end and left him hot and growly as the magical energies of the portal sparked through his body. Shaking his head the honey badger looked back through the portal at his mistress who was staying behind.

"I'll summon you back in a day or two," the brown and orange bat said quietly, grinning at her familiar, "Enjoy your new body and have fun," she waved one of her wings and let the portal iris closed. Nall swished his grey tail from side to side as the presence of Azimuth faded to a quiet buzz at the back of his mind. The familiar scents of home tickled his nose and Nall turned and started to saunter through the woods, enjoying the feel of the loam covered ground against his strong black furred feet. The breeze was warm and teased his heavy ballsac and sheath and tugged at the purple bandana looped loosely about his throat. It felt alive, rich with the humidity of late summer, riffling his black chest fur, tugging at the silver grey that covered his head, it felt nice to be home again.

Stretching his arms above his head Nall rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck as he took his bearings. He was somewhere to the west of the city proper, a good three or four miles from the tree he made his nest in. It was a bit of a trek but Nall didn't mind, it meant he'd have plenty of time to show off this powerful honey badger shape to the residents of the magical kingdom. He could already hear them moving through the trees, their scents carried on the breeze letting him know they were there. He was really glad Azimuth had changed him into this shape, it was so strong and powerful, he couldn't wait to have some real fun with it when he got home.

After about a mile however a familiar scent tickled the back of his nose, the badger froze, half crouched atop a hollow log covered in thick green moss. Casting his head back and forth he tried to locate the direction the scent was coming from. It was an acrid, thick and potent rodent scent but one that he knew well, it was the grey squirrel, the one he could never quite catch! Well now he had a brand new body to use, slinking over the tree stump Nall moved off through the underbrush, staying low and stealthy, following the rich scent toward his prey, this time they would not give him the slip.

The scent wandered back and forth, up trees, across the ground and once up a small hillock of bare stone. It was growing stronger with every passing minute, Nall was catching up to his prey, gaining on the unsuspecting morsel of food that would soon he his. Salivating at the thought of how good it would taste to finally beat the squirrel Nall's plump black sheath swelled, an inch or two of pink flesh emerging as he crept through the leaves covering the ground and peered out into a large clearing. The rodent was right there, perched on a tree stump on the other side of the clearing, small feral body washing their whiskers with his front paws as he basked in the late afternoon sunshine. Nall had to hold back a snarl of victory and a growl; he was grinning however, a wicked smirk as he let his imagination run over what he was going to do to this squirrel.

They had escaped his hunt, tricked him, trapped him, humiliated him and fucked him and shown him how good it felt. It had felt good to be filled with rodent cock whilst he lay tangled and immobile in the grip of some very sticky vines. Now though... it was his turn for revenge, this body was fast, strong, powerful he was going to enjoy every moment of it. Bunching up his muscled Nall leapt out of concealment, powerful body slinking forwards, lunging toward the squirrel. The rodent turned, tail bottling out like a brush as the honey badger pounded across the clearing, two, three feet... muscles bunching up beneath his fur as he prepared to leap.

The squirrel's tiny grey face suddenly split into a grin, his tail flicked, curling back up into a smooth curl and Nall had a horrible sinking feeling that he'd been played again. That wasn't the only thing sinking, the ground collapsed under him and Nall fell with it, plunging down in a sudden shower of grass and breaking reeds to land with a sickening squelch in the thick, slimy clay filling the bottom of the pit. The muck squelched up the honey badger's black legs, engulfed his tail, rump and crotch and squidged up his stomach to splatter across his chest.

It happened in seconds and Nall was so startled his attempts to grab the sides only got him two fistfulls of slimy muck as the squirrel laughed at him and danced back and forth atop the edge of the pit. Growling angrily at the pesky rodent Nall wriggled back and forth, churning the thick clay into a creamy mess that smeared across his arms and legs as he tried in vain to climb out of the pit. He got maybe three feet before the wall gave way and he fell backwards to land head first in the clay, splattering muck in every which direction as the familiar thrashed and oozed around in the mud. When he finally got back to the surface Nall cleared his eyes as best he could then looked down at his body.

He was a total mess, his thick rugged fur buried under a smooth layer of mud that hid his features and species more effectively than any spell or artful transformation charm. Lifting his head he glared at the squirrel overhead as the stinky rodent changed form. Where there had been a tiny feral creature on four paws there was now a tall, slender grey furred person. Their tiny shape had swollen, stretched, changed in seconds to that of a fuzzy, grey squirrel man as naked as Nall was just lacking the layer of mud. He sprawled out on the edge of the pit, thick fluffy tail coiling against his back as he smirked at the angry honey badger.

"You are a real sight Nall, a totally mess, I didn't think you'd fall for this trap so easily," leaning forward carefully the squirrel smirked triumphantly, "But you did hehe, that nice big powerful new body of yours... I'm going to enjoy playing with it just like last time."

"Let me out of her you filthy sneak," Nall growled, "When I get my hands on you Benar, I'm going to..."

"To what Nall?" the squirrel interrupted, "Get hard and squirmy and blushy as I tease your cock and talk you into raising your tail for me again?" leaning further forward the rodent grinned, showing off his powerful buck teeth, "I'll whisper and murmur and remind you how much you love being a squirrel plaything and that you'll do anything me and my friends want or else we will make sure all the mustelids know you're a squirrel toy."

Nall whined and squirmed in his muddy prison, sinking deeper into the creamy pit of clay as the squirrel's words made his cock twitch. He was grateful that the mud was hiding his blushing cheeks at the frank reminder at how over a barrel this pesky rodent had him. He wriggled lower until just his head was showing and growled up at his captor as the mud clung and oozed over his fur. It was rubbing and clinging to him in all the right places, making him feel really good, especially at the way it slipped and oozed down his butt and squished about his cock as Nall started to jerk himself off beneath the surface of the mud. The grey squirrels words and the slick feel of mud against his fur was such a good combination...

"What... you going to do with me now then?"

"Well I've not quite aaaaah," Benar cried out as a bright purple otter pounced and held him down, head hanging over the edge of the pit. They were much stronger than the squirrel and he soon found himself pinned on his back and staring up into a pair of vivid brown eyes and a shock of bright green hair.

"Hey there," the otter chirped cheerfully, "Sorry to jump in unannounced, me and my bro are a bit lost and we're hoping you could give us some direction."

"Yup," another voice chirped in and both Nall and Benar looked across the pit where a brown otter with purple highlights in his fur was now lounging, "Whistler and I aren't entirely sure where we ended up you see," the otter leant over the side of the pit and grinned, "We were on our way to join our dad Garn but I think the portal glitched and dumped us here."

"What Newudian says is true," the otter holding the wriggle Benar down said, "But well we saw you two playing in the mud and thought we'd join in before getting directions," a huge whiskery grin split Newidian's muzzle as Benar stared up at him in surprise, "Looks like you have a fun afternoon planned and well we love us some muddy fun."

"I... this is a private event," Benar squeaked, "Uhm... you see..."

"I don't mind," Nall shouted suddenly, heaving himself up out of the mud, "It'll be good fun, bring the squirrel down here into the mud and we can all take a turn playing with him."

"Sure," Whistler laughed and against the squirrel's protests jumping across the pit to seize hold of Benar from his brother. The brown otter rolled to one side allowing his purple brother to drag the grey squirrel over the side of the pit. Whistler fell back first, clutching the squeaking rodent to his chest but just before they hit he rolled them over and drove Benar face first into the muck. They vanished with a thick squelch, mud splattering in all directions, splashing over Nall as the honey badger growled and tried to wade over to get hold of the squirrel. He was knocked backwards onto his rump as the other otter Newidian jumped him from above. Nall wrapped his arms around the otter instinctively as he sank up to his stomach in the muck smearing soft brown clay over the otter's brown and purple fur.

"Hey there big guy," the otter gave Nall a cheeky grin, "So what are you under all this mud, some kind of mustelid?"

"I'm a honey badger..." Nall growled lifting the squirming, slippery otter up against his chest, "Now excuse me I need to get my paws on that squirrel," he tried to dump Newidian in the mud and lunge over toward the other two but he was pulled up short as a mud coated webbed paw.grabbed his rock hard dick beneath the mud and squeezed it.

"Not so fast big guy," Newidian teased, "My brother will get the squirrel ready whilst I sort you out," he held a short metal bar and a series of leather strips up in his other paw and smirked as Nall's eyes widened in recognition.

"That's my bridle, how did you..." Nall trailed off with a moan as Newidian tugged on his shaft and turned to check on his brother. Whistler was wrestling with the squirrel, the rodent was putting up a good fight but his bro was an otter. They were made for mud wrestling and Benar's thick fluffy tail was slowing him down, dragging through the mud, slowly sinking as it got heavier with layer upon layer of clay as Whistler wrestled him down.

"Yup my bro has him, your mistress sent us along, said you needed some help so... here," the otter lunged up, paws shoving the metal bit between Nall's teeth before deftly pulling the leather bridle up and over his head. It jerked to life and buckled itself into place and Nall moaned as he felt his head and shoulders start to change and bulk up. Newidian laughed cheerfully, keeping hold of the transforming badger's poke, stroking him off as he cried out and fell forwards onto all fours. The otter was squelched under the mud as the already big honey badger swelled in size and strength, spine and muscles shifting, adapting Nall for life on all fours.

It was an impressive sight, Nall was growing larger and larger, hands clawing through the clay as they lost their thumbs and became big feral wolverine paws. Muscles rippled beneath the mud covering his fur and Newidian could make out red and brown fur replacing the grey and blacks beneath the layer of clay. He was an impressive beast but a confused one and his growls turned into a whine of impatient need as the slippery, mud wrassling otter kicked out his back legs and rolled him onto his back. Sliding up onto his stomach Newidian smiled at Nall and smeared mud over the wolverines chest and neck.

"There we go, doesn't that feel better?" the otter's tail slithered back and forth through Nall's stomach, teasing his cock wickedly, "Ready to play in the mud?"

Nall growled his approval and wriggled on his back, leaning his head back and snorting as he saw that Whistler had the squirrel completely covered in mud and held face down over his cock. Benar's head was bobbing up and down, sucking and slurping on the formerly purple otters' shaft with no sign of struggle. It looked like he'd surrendered and Nall growled in approval as he ran his eyes over that smooth, sleekly muscled rodent body now humping the mud eagerly as he sucked off the otter. He didn't wait for an invitation, the wolverine rolled over, dumping Newidian into the muck, back paws stomping and squishing the slender otter. He sank with a startled moan as the clay closed around him as Nall lumbered over to Benar and Whistler and wasted no time in pressing his thick shaft up beneath the squirrel's muddy snake of a tail and against his tail hole.

Benar's ears splattered mud in every direction and he struggled to push up with his arms, the mud was too gooey however. Muck splashed up across his chest and arms as Whistler gripped the squirrel's ears and thrust harder into his muzzle as the giant wolverine let out a happy groan and slipped up into the muddy rodent's arse. He spread beautifully around his shaft and left Nall with a happy grin on his muzzle as his hips rocked up and down, thrusting and shifting his shaft in and out of Benar's rump. He was doubly rewarded as muddy otter arms gripped his hind legs and a slick otter muzzle pushed up under his tail. Newidian's tongue drove into his tight rump whilst a webbed otter paw stroked and kneaded his heavy, eager balls.

Groaning happily and panting Nall watched as Whistler leant back in the mud, hips thrusting eagerly as he smeared handfuls of mud over his chest and stomach. Thick creamy handfuls of muck slipped and oozed back and forth beneath the otter's paws, he even squished pawfuls over Benar's head and shoulders as the squirrel gasped and groaned as Nall's weight and eager thrusts slowly pushed the rodent deeper and deeper into the mud. It was all so slippery and hot that Nall knew he couldn't last for long, not now... gasping he tossed his head back, clamped his arse tightly around Newidian's muzzle, making the otter squirm and spill his load as he flooded Benar's arse and howled loudly in pleasure at the sticky orgasm now spilling out of his dick.

It didn't take long for Whistler to feed Benar at the other end and from the way the squirrel was bucking and twisting in the mud he was dumping his load into the muck. It was a pleasurable, delightful feeling and Nall growled in appreciation as Newidian tugged his muzzle free and rubbed his heavy balls, it wouldn't take long for him to be ready to go again. Eventually Benar lifted his head from atop Whistler's dick and looked up at the clay covered water-weasel and wriggled his nose at the way Nall was shifting back and forth. The wolverine's poke was still buried deep inside his rump and it felt warm and sticky back there and not because of the mud.

"So... we're even then?"

The otters laughed and Newidian clawed his way forwards and pushed the squirrel's head under with a heavy gloop. Benar surfaced, spluttering and gasping as Whistler spoke, reaching up to curl his fingers through Nall's bridle.

"Not by a long shot squirrel," he tugged the wolverines head down and shivered as the big beast growled in pleasure, big paws squelching through the mud, teasing over the squirrel's body possessively, "Azimuth told us what you'd been up too with her familiar, she hired us to come help the big guy get even... you're in for quite the adventure Benar, and I think the big guy is nearly ready to go again.

The squirrel squeaked in alarm at the way Nall started to shift his body and growl. Struggling against the slippery embrace if the mud he felt his body sinking lower through the muck as the otters drew closer, "Oh fuck..." he squeaked then gasped as Nall started to thrust again... it was going to be a long, messy day...

~fin