Lurking in the Mud - Cross Country Run
#3 of Lurking in the Mud
Mud Larking 3 - A Cross Country Run
Garn & Story © Russet
Percy © Surge
The air was close, hot, humid and muggy; the drab grey sky promised rain but did not deliver leaving the countryside sweltering in sticky heat. It had been pleasant enough back at college, in a well air conditioned lab but out here it was intolerable. Pausing to catch his breath Percy leant against the trunk of a tree and fanned his vest in a vain attempt to create a waft of cooling air. The tawny furred lion was dressed in shorts and a simple vest, a pair of expensive running shoes protected his feet from the ground. His mane had been clipped down short making it barely noticeable and his slender, slinky frame normally filled the clothes perfectly. Normally the look was pleasing, giving him ample opportunity to show off his girly frame to all the big boys who liked to watch but now he had been driven out into the barbaric countryside by the rotten gym teacher. There wasn't much point in looking good when no one was around to watch, he'd not seen anyone else in about ten minutes now.
There were streaks of green across the golden fur that coated his arms where he had been forced to push his way through a clump of trees that had over-grown the path. He made an attempt to brush the stain out but nothing short of hot soapy water would probably shift the stains. This left him grimacing in disgust, it was shocking really, being forced out here into this horrible weather; at least if it had been sunny he could have basked in the sunshine whilst running. The college he had enrolled in had a mandatory sports class three times a week to combat "Obesity" in the young. He was all for tackling fat people; his fat ass brother could do with some forced exercise. He had tried talking himself out of it claiming he was fit and healthy. He was thin and clearly in good health but the otter in charge of the class had used the, "do it or I fail you" card so he'd had no choice but to come out here and run.
So here he was, outside, getting filthy and probably all sorts of leaf parts and bugs caught in his thick fur. Looking back the way he came Percy frowned, he could have sworn he was at least in front of some of the others, had that last group to over-take him really been the last? He hoped he might at least be ahead of the asthmatic kids. Digging the crumpled, much folded map he had been given out of a pocket he frowned at the route outlined. It seemed simple enough; he carried on going down this hilly path then turned to the left, following the ridge down toward the river. Shoving the paper back in a pocket he started to run again, picking up speed as his sneakers pounded against the soft grass. The path he was on was really just a grass coated hummock between a tangle of briars and bushes that hid the river from view and a thick line of trees. It was kind of peaceful and despite the odd plant he had to push out of his way a sort of peaceful place to be, running along through the green quiet. If only the humidity would break, he could even put up with getting wet if it meant the temperature would drop.
Pushing his way through an offending spray of ferns Percy yelped as his next step didn't find any firm ground. Soft, cold gooey muck closed around his sneaker and squished up his shins. Still partially blinded by the fern he stumbled, he'd still been moving at a running pace, intending to just swat the offending fern out of his way. His free leg swung forward and sank in to the mud. It was thick and gooey, squishing over his shoe, sucking it down and out of sight, the abrupt stop however overbalanced him, arms wind milling back and forth he grabbed the ferns and let out a pitiful mewl of terror as he felt them snap and sag, pitching him face first toward the mud slicked slope that had been hidden from view.
His hands hit the slope first and slid, muck splattered over his arms and his chest sank into the thick grey slop. It squished up around his body, soaked his vest and splashed over his muzzle. Screwing his muzzle up in disgust he tried to get his hands under his torso and lift himself up. To his horror they just slid further down the slope, his weight causing the muck to slide and with a horrid squelch he felt both feet leave his trainers behind. Slowly at first he started sliding toward the thick mud flats that lined the river below. He could see them now and in a desperate bid to halt his slide he twisted around and caught at a strand of ivy curled on the ground beside him. It tugged and for a brief moment he felt it catch and then it pulled out at the roots and he found himself sliding back down the hill.
The mud was slick, a smooth surface that rippled and bunched up beneath him, guiding him deeper, causing him to pick up speed as he slid faster and faster down the bank. The thick heavy mud dragged at his shorts, pulling them free, he twisted, legs kicking in a vain attempt to keep hold of them but they were dragged off and left behind on the slope as he continued to barrel down. Percy mewled as he felt his crotch grind against the thick mess as he picked up more speed, rapidly approaching the bottom of the slope. With a despairing mew he threw his arms up and covered his face before sinking into the mud at the bottom.
It was thick and the speed at which he was travelling drove him down and forward, when he came to a stop he had to really struggle to get free. Wiping mud out of his eyes he looked around despairingly at where he had ended up. The mudflats reached all the way down to the river, a small wooden lodge on the far side was the only sign of civilization up atop a muddy hill. Slowly sitting up he winced as his legs sank deeper, the surface of the mud just gave way beneath his weight, closing over his thighs in a thickly clinging layer of muck. Shaking his paws Percy tried to dislodge some of the mud but soon gave it up as pointless, he was coated from head to toe, worse he was half naked and trapped at the bottom of the hill with no way back up. Sighing he looked around, trying to work out what was the best way out of this when he caught sight of something sliding across the muck. It was a long, lozenge shape, the mud rippling around it in sticky waves and it was heading straight for him. A glimpse of mud coated ears, a long rudder like tail propelling them along and then they hit him. Hissing in shock the lion fell onto his back and found his body sinking into the mud under the heavily muscled body of the otter now lying atop him.
He got a glimpse of white teeth as his assailant smiled and then a soft thrill of pleasure as they ground their dick against his own sheath. "Hello Percy, get lost did we?" The voice was deep and rich and masculine and as he got a closer look at his hair he saw it was not just hanging in muddy clumps but neatly braided beneath the layer of muck. Gaping at the otter as recognition dawned he tried to speak but was silenced as the otter kissed him. It was a gritty, slimy, muddy kiss but it was quite firm. Arms coming up to cling to the otter Percy moaned into the kiss and found his body responding naturally to the otters teasing grinding. Grinding back in turn he let his muzzle open a bit, strong otter tongue tangling with his own for a moment before he pulled his head back. Flustered, filthy and trapped beneath the surface of the mud by the otter atop him Percy wasn't quite sure how to react. Normally getting filthy like this would have him protest bitterly at how unfair it all was but with the larger male lying atop him and being so forwardly intimate he couldn't help but find himself aroused by it.
"Sir... what... what is the meaning of this!" the slender lion stammered at last, he was right; it was his gym teacher Garn! Naked and coated in mud and lying atop him, he was more than old enough to lie with other guys, he'd done it plenty of times, using his sleek feminine body to attract others but he had never imagined anything like this could happen to him.
"Oh Percy..." The otter rumbled, fingers teasing through the mud coating his neck fur, "I decided if you were going to flaunt yourself like that I might as well enjoy it too." He grinned, round ears twitching. "This is my special part of the woods, I own all these mud flats and I might have accidentally given you the wrong map." He ground his hard cock against the lions own male-hood, "And I can feel someone is enjoying it too."
Beneath the layers of liquid earth covering his body the lion blushed, he'd never been in such a situation before. It was a bit intimidating but he couldn't deny the way the otter was sliding over his body was hot. "I.... I'm not sure.... what to... oooooh" he trailed off, moaning softly as the otter slide over his body and sank into the mud next to him. Lying on his side the otter trailed his webbed paw up and down Percy's chest and then gliding down through the muck to grip his cock and start teasing it. Slick, firm movements over his throbbing kitty meat had him mewling softly in delight.
"Just relax... go with it, you're already a mess you might as well just enjoy it."
Lying on his back Percy spread his legs, it was hard, the mud pushed back, a thick squishing mass that made it difficult to move. But spread out like he was he was able to lift up to the surface and roll. Up and over Garn he sprawled out atop the otter and gave him his answer by trying to push him under the muck. It turned into a tussle, the two slick bodies sliding back and forth against one another, pushing and rolling back and forth. The pair of them wrestled in the mud, sliding against each other, grinding back and forth until Garn wound up on the bottom again. By this point the pair of them were coated in a thicker layer of mud, their bodies barely recognizable beneath the muck until Garn's hands slid over Percy's hips and with a powerful yank pulled the lion down atop his dick.
Percy yelped in surprise, biting his bottom lip he tilted his head back and pushed down. Sinking more and more of the otter's thick dick into his arse, it felt good and the otter reached out with a paw to grip his own dick as it jutted out in front of his body. It didn't take long for the two of them to settle into a squirming rhythm, the mud squelched and squished as they moved back and forth digging out a deeper hole in the muck for them to settle into. With a deep squelch the muck started to pour over the lip of the hole, thick chocolate brown slurry of liquid earth, splattering over both their bodies, burying them up to their necks. The sensation of the mud pooling about his body, the firm paw jerking on his dick coupled with the large otter dick rocking up and down inside his arse, grinding against his prostate. It was all too much and with a cry Percy tilted his head back and roared, it was a rather feminine sounding roar but it was heart-felt and filled with passion as he started to cum.
His seed sprayed into the muck, Garn's paw clenched around his dick jerking him off still even as his arse squeezed around the otter dick buried inside of him. The teasing of the lion's arse around his dick had Garn thrusting up wildly, burying himself deep, adding extra pressure to the lion's prostate as he started to cum; pumping a thick load of seed into the feline perched atop him. The otter had quite a lot of seed to give, grinding his hips back and forth, spraying thick jets of sticky seed deep into the lion atop him. The two continued to buck and rock back and forth against each other for some time until they were both spent. Lying beneath the mud, nose pressed to the otter's nose Percy kissed the slinky devil with his dick up his arse and moaned gently as Garn kissed him back, grinding against him still.
"So... what... now... I'm a mess... and lost my shorts..." he blushed as he felt his chest, feeling around under the muck but all his paws found was fur and mud. "All my clothes..." He hadn't even realised when his vest had slipped off his body whilst wrestling with the otter.
Garn just smiled and kissed him back, "Well we slide down to the river and wash off them climb the far bank and go into my cabin and have a hot...steamy," he ground his dick back and forth over the lion's prostate. "Shower together and you can borrow some of my clothes. So you see getting filthy isn't that bad."
Percy squirmed again and pulled himself up and out of the mud as best he could, wavering back to his feet. "Well... maybe... in a situation like this it is... ok." He blushed as he admitted this, trying to wipe some of the mud off his arms and chest. The heavy muck slid off him and splattered onto the ground. Now that his immediate passion had been spent his normal attitude toward mess was starting to re-assert itself. The otter pulled himself back to his feet as well but made no attempt to clean himself off; he was quite comfortable with the mud. Starting to walk forward he had to really pull to drag one foot free of the mud, with all the weight on his other foot he sank down up to his thigh but was able to swing his free leg forward and sink it back into the mud and lever his sunken leg back out.
"Come on Percy... let's go clean up," He glanced back at the lion and grinned, "I can't give you a passing grade until you run back into the college grounds.
Percy stared at the otter and growled, pulling himself forward after the otter, "You... just wait until I... get my paws on you!" He stumbled forward a few steps but over-balanced himself and landed face first with squidge in the mud. He moaned softly at the way it felt so soft against his chest, squishing up around his paws in a delightfully thick and slick manner. The otter waded back over to help the lion up and grinned, grinding against his body.
"Someone is developing a taste for it I see." He teased; paw moving up and down over the feline's stomach, the slick muck gliding back and forth over his form. Percy just squirmed and shook his head.
"No, no way this is horrible filth and muck I'm always a clean and tidy cat." Laughing Garn continue to slog his way through the mud, moving toward the river, "Of course, such a tidy cat, If however you feel like coming back out here during your next gym lesson?"
Percy squirmed in the mud, feeling it against his toes and just gave the otter a curt nod before he started the arduous chore of getting to the river. It was hard work, as good a work out as running had been. He'd defiantly need a long soak after this and he still had to get back to the college! It was going to be a long and interesting and... filthy day.
~fin