Kiss the Goat
He shouted as he faceplanted in the mud with a loud and wet _\*smack,\*_ making the white fur on his head match the brown of his markings. wiping the mud off his face, he shook his head and turned around as he got up.
Otter Story: Wrestling for Rights
He managed to pull his head above the mud again, though, even if all that meant was that he could breathe slightly easier. he shook his head, splattering mud everywhere, and tried to lash out with his tail.
Hot Stuff in a Spa!
The embrace of mud was smooth and steady. a last, deep intake of breath as mud slurped into his ears. and a tremble in his loins that this was his last breath to take.
Mare's Tails and Dragon Scales
They were warm and slick, much like the dried mud. in fact it felt almost exactly like the mud on his back. with his other hand, he touched his belly, feeling the mud moving under his fingers, flexing as his breathed, warm under his touch.
“Wabbajack The Cat” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
mud-scales said as he rolled his eyes. over a small period of a week, mud-scales and wabbajack became somewhat good friends.
Simba and nala discover quicksand
She groaned and squirmed, trying to swim, but already most of her body was under the mud's surface. she couldn't even get a paw up to grab for anything. "s... simba! uhhh... i... only feel mud underpaw! how deep..."
Swinging Snakes Part 2
She brought a portion of her body up out of the mud and slapped at it, knocking the mess off it like she was mud-repellant. "see? i got scales, so the mud just slides off me. i don't stay dirty, and even if i do, i shed. very different, we are.
Mired in the Bog.... (GRIM ENDING)
Ronther had struggled a little bit more to the point of the mud being up to his fat thighs. he felt even more heavier than he has in all of his life. the mud had now felt warm along with the humid hotness of the bog.
Forest Vengeance
Splinters of mud, drained of their magic, crumbled away, revealing a thick pelt of brown fur surrounding the ends of the limbs of the creature emerging from the mud. cracks around the eyes merged with the terrifying grin captured by the frozen mud.
Blood on Ice - Chapter Eighteen
With the slippery mud in my paw, i gave up on chasing the wolf and decided to chuck the mud as hard as i can at him.
Commission: Tournament on Monster Island Part 5
Entirely with the exception of her large mounds rising up from the mud like a pair of islands.
Test Subject A-3B
Short story done for mud during my writings for donations livestream. which i will set up again at some point in time. test subject a-3b the pounding in his head just wouldn't stop.