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Every breath was a struggle, since the pressure on his ribs just kept getting worse.Koda gasped, his chest heaving, but then he just sank deeper, the wet clay slurping around his pecs.It was just awful; the cold, slimy stuff really pushed into his fur. Each time he tried to move, he just sank a little deeper. He couldn't stand it.He could feel himself getting hard under the mud, and the way it rubbed against him was driving him crazy.\nKoda stopped fretting so much when the mud held him still, right up to his chest. It wouldn't let him sink any deeper, but it wouldn't let him go, either.He was breathing in quick, short gasps, and with every breath he took, the cold mud just squeezed tighter around his chest.All was quiet except for the bullfrogs croaking and the far-off sound of rushing water, until a twig snapped nearby, making his ears twitch.\nThe noises from the bushes just stopped.Koda's ears perked up, turning toward the noise. His heart thumped hard against the tight mud around him.Those yellow-green eyes really glinted from between the reeds, and then I heard slow, deliberate footsteps coming closer.The crocodile grinned, his scaly snout splitting open to show off rows of needle-sharp teeth as he squatted at the riverbank's edge.\"Well, look at what the cat dragged in,\" he said, sounding kinda amused and slow.\"\n\n\nThe crocodile’s grin grew as he slowly, deliberately, peeled off his shirt.Koda gasped, a mix of fear and sheer amazement bubbling up, as the older kid flicked the cloth away. What showed beneath was a lean, scaled chest, almost shimmering in the sun.Then the shorts came off, sliding down his hips with a bit of a flourish, landing with a wet plop in the mud right by Koda's stuck bike.\nThe crocodile kept that grin plastered on his face, taking a step closer. 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He was really starting to feel it in his lungs, desperate for some air.\n\n\nKoda reacted on instinct, before he even had a chance to panic, his tongue flicking out in a frantic, automatic move against the tight muscle that was pressed right up to his muzzle.Lucas, the crocodile, let out a sharp, startled laugh, his hips jerking forward when he suddenly felt something wet.\"Oh damn,\" he said, and Koda could feel his voice shake through his head as his claws dug into the mud, trying to keep steady.Keep it up.This will involve checking if you or another user can use a feature or do something. Is that right? I am talking about permissions. Can you describe in some detail what you are trying to understand about these permissions? 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He knew that throat-clearing sound all too well; it was deep, showed serious disapproval, and was horribly familiar.\nKoda’s dad was at the edge of the clearing, his wide otter shape dark against the sun, and his fishing rod just hung there in one paw, totally forgotten.His nostrils flared once, and then again, before his muzzle twisted into a snarl.Lucas's dad was right behind him, a huge crocodile shadow stretching over the mud, his yellow eyes just tiny lines.The silence felt like it could choke you.\nLucas's dad stepped forward, a single, heavy footfall that vibrated the ground. His scaly tail swished back and forth like a whip.\"Off,\" he growled. It sounded like gravel, a harsh order you just couldn't argue with.Lucas froze, his claws digging into the mud. That brief pause was all his father needed to grab him by the scruff, pulling him back with a squelching sound.Koda took a big gasp when his muzzle was finally free, his lungs burning. 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Koda got his paws around the bike's frame and pulled, his claws digging in to get a good grip.The mud made this wet, sucking noise, but the bike pretty much stayed put. Instead, his own feet sank deeper, with the cool clay slowly swallowing his shins.He yelped—it was more of a surprise than a panic—and when he tried to pull one leg out, the other just sank deeper.The mud wanted him, that's for sure. It just wouldn't let go, almost like it had been there, just for him, all along.
Koda really thrashed his hips around, trying to pull away, but that mud just held on tighter, making a gross slurping sound as it grabbed at his legs.His fur, which was usually smooth and kept water out, was now totally covered in thick, drying clay. It felt like a heavy, second skin, making it hard for him to move.The sun was really hot on his bare back, making every muscle stand out as he pulled hard against the ground.Being naked went from feeling free to feeling incredibly exposed, with every bit of him against the weather and the mud's unending pull.
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Koda's paws just scraped the mud, his claws digging frantic lines in the drying clay as his hips kept jerking around.The more he fought, the more the mud held on. Every wiggle just pushed the cool, thick muck deeper against his stomach, his legs, and his sensitive erection.He let out a little whimper, part annoyance, part embarrassment. His body just wasn't cooperating, and that persistent heat was really building up.
Koda's soft sound got lost in the thick summer air. His hips just twitched there, stuck deep in the mud. Every little move sent new feelings all through him—the rough clay rubbing his belly fur, whatever was gripping his thighs so tight, and his trapped erection just throbbing with every wild beat of his heart.He bent his back, his paws scraping at the mud, but it was like wrestling quicksand; the more he struggled, the further it pulled him under.He was breathing in quick, choppy gasps, his body burning with a kind of heat the sun had nothing to do with.
He was in mud up to his collarbones now, and it was really thick. Every breath was a struggle, since the pressure on his ribs just kept getting worse.Koda gasped, his chest heaving, but then he just sank deeper, the wet clay slurping around his pecs.It was just awful; the cold, slimy stuff really pushed into his fur. Each time he tried to move, he just sank a little deeper. He couldn't stand it.He could feel himself getting hard under the mud, and the way it rubbed against him was driving him crazy.
Koda stopped fretting so much when the mud held him still, right up to his chest. It wouldn't let him sink any deeper, but it wouldn't let him go, either.He was breathing in quick, short gasps, and with every breath he took, the cold mud just squeezed tighter around his chest.All was quiet except for the bullfrogs croaking and the far-off sound of rushing water, until a twig snapped nearby, making his ears twitch.
The noises from the bushes just stopped.Koda's ears perked up, turning toward the noise. His heart thumped hard against the tight mud around him.Those yellow-green eyes really glinted from between the reeds, and then I heard slow, deliberate footsteps coming closer.The crocodile grinned, his scaly snout splitting open to show off rows of needle-sharp teeth as he squatted at the riverbank's edge."Well, look at what the cat dragged in," he said, sounding kinda amused and slow."
The crocodile’s grin grew as he slowly, deliberately, peeled off his shirt.Koda gasped, a mix of fear and sheer amazement bubbling up, as the older kid flicked the cloth away. What showed beneath was a lean, scaled chest, almost shimmering in the sun.Then the shorts came off, sliding down his hips with a bit of a flourish, landing with a wet plop in the mud right by Koda's stuck bike.
The crocodile kept that grin plastered on his face, taking a step closer. His clawed feet sunk right into the mud, making a gross squelching sound that sent Koda's ears twitching back.He figured there'd be some fight, some hint the ground would try to snatch this new guy too. But no, the crocodile just smoothly sank to his knees, the heavy clay giving way for him like it was nothing.Koda gasped.The older teen was pretty close now, just enough to see how the sunlight lit up the tiny ridges on his scales and how his belly moved a little as he shifted his weight in the mud.
The croc's tail did a slow swish as he moved around, his thighs sinking into the mud right next to where Koda's shoulders were stuck. Then, all of a sudden, he just dropped down, his smooth, scaly butt landing smack dab on Koda's face.The otter's eyes got really wide, and his whiskers tingled as he felt this sudden warmth when the crocodile slowly pushed down, its firm butt pressing right over Koda's nose and mouth.Koda let out a little muffled squeak, his paws going wild on the mud. He was really starting to feel it in his lungs, desperate for some air.
Koda reacted on instinct, before he even had a chance to panic, his tongue flicking out in a frantic, automatic move against the tight muscle that was pressed right up to his muzzle.Lucas, the crocodile, let out a sharp, startled laugh, his hips jerking forward when he suddenly felt something wet."Oh damn," he said, and Koda could feel his voice shake through his head as his claws dug into the mud, trying to keep steady.Keep it up.This will involve checking if you or another user can use a feature or do something. Is that right? I am talking about permissions. Can you describe in some detail what you are trying to understand about these permissions? I'm here to help you figure it out.
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Koda whimpered, but it was hard to hear with Lucas on top of him, nose and mouth shoved right into the crocodile's behind.Even though Koda didn't want it to, every gasping breath he took filled his senses with that musky, reptilian smell—warm scales, damp earth, something really wild that settled deep down inside him.His paws gave a weak twitch, sort of half-pushing at the mud like he thought he could still get out. But his body wasn't listening, his trapped erection just kept throbbing hard against the clay.He really didn't want to like it, didn't want to admit that Lucas's warmth was giving him goosebumps all over, but his tongue, almost on its own, flicked out one more time, tasting salt and sweat, and something a little more intense.
That branch snap in the muggy air was way too loud, like a gunshot. It just had to be a person, no two ways about it.Lucas froze, digging his claws into the mud. His head snapped toward the sound.Koda whimpered under him, his ears pressing flat against his head. He knew that throat-clearing sound all too well; it was deep, showed serious disapproval, and was horribly familiar.
Koda’s dad was at the edge of the clearing, his wide otter shape dark against the sun, and his fishing rod just hung there in one paw, totally forgotten.His nostrils flared once, and then again, before his muzzle twisted into a snarl.Lucas's dad was right behind him, a huge crocodile shadow stretching over the mud, his yellow eyes just tiny lines.The silence felt like it could choke you.
Lucas's dad stepped forward, a single, heavy footfall that vibrated the ground. His scaly tail swished back and forth like a whip."Off," he growled. It sounded like gravel, a harsh order you just couldn't argue with.Lucas froze, his claws digging into the mud. That brief pause was all his father needed to grab him by the scruff, pulling him back with a squelching sound.Koda took a big gasp when his muzzle was finally free, his lungs burning. He just gulped in the humid air, his whiskers all wet with spit and some other musky stuff.
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