The Curse of the Muddy Rest

In a world where humans and anthropomorphic animals coexisted in harmony, there lived a young man named Lake. He was an introverted soul, often lost in his books and thoughts. Lake wore thick glasses and had braces, giving him a charmingly geeky appearance. At work, he was a diligent employee at a prestigious office building, but his personal life was a different story.

Lake had always felt like an outsider, struggling to connect with others. It wasn't that he was ugly; it was just that his nerdy demeanor made it difficult for him to find companionship. Nevertheless, he made some friends lately and even one of them became a good roommate.

One nice day, while walking to work, Lake noticed something odd underfoot. "This sidewalk feels strangely squishy," he muttered to himself, trying to brush it off as a fluke. He continued on to the office building, barely noticing the muck that clung to his shoes.

As Lake stepped inside the office, he couldn't help but notice the odd looks he received from his coworkers. As he sat on his chair, he felt a strange lump under him. In a sudden panic, Lake stood up, only to find that his chair seat was now almost entirely covered in squishy, foul-smelling muck as his pants’ butt.

Panicked, Lake began to scrub the muck from his chair, but it only seemed to spread further and mess his hands.

"Hey!!" whispered his cubicle-mate, a young blue cat named Ethan. "Lake, you should check your shoes."

Lake glanced down at his feet, realizing that he had been tracking creamy and stinky muck all over the office. "Ugh, I must have stepped on something on my way in," he said, cringing.

As he tried to clean the muck from his shoes, Lake's boss, a bull named Mr. Thompson, approached. "Lake, what on earth is happening with you?" he demanded, clearly annoyed. 
Lake covers his muddy butt. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, I don't know how this happened. I must have stepped on something and..."

"Enough, Lake! I don't want to hear it," Mr. Thompson cut him off. "Get your things and get out of my office. You're fired! And I’m calling security if you do not leave in less than 15 minutes."

With that, Mr. Thompson turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving Lake standing there with a sinking feeling in his chest. He watched as his coworkers exchanged concerned glances, whispering among themselves. Lake felt a wave of shame wash over him and gathered up his things walking out of there without looking anyone in the face.

Lake drove home, messing the steering wheel and the car seat. The enchantment surrounding the curse had left him feeling as if he were surrounded by a strange, untouchable desire. His mind was changing and the need to release the pressure in his bowels grew as the car's engine purred beneath him.

In the privacy of his car, Lake allowed his mind to explore the taboo of releasing himself right there in the driver's seat. Everything was messy anyway. “Weird...I've never liked things like this." 

As the car moved forward, Lake's rock-hard erection strained against the fabric of his pants. He could feel the warm throb of his need, coursing through every inch of his body, leaving him desperate for release. 

The curse had removed any semblance of control that he had once held over his own body, and in its place, it had left a hunger that only the most sexual solution could sate.

Finally, with a groan of pure ecstasy, Lake unbuttoned his pants. The shit that had been so tormenting him had become a source of sexual liberation, and he could no longer resist the allure of the filth that was around him. Lake pushed his back and head against the seatback creating more muck that caked every inch of his shirt back, nape and head back.

He undone his tie and pushed a stream of hot, creamy shit that filled his pale ass crack.

Into his pants, the shit cascaded down his thighs, coating his balls, soaking the fabric of his underwear. As if that wasn't enough, Lake gripped his throbbing dick, jerking off furiously. He rubbed his butt against the seat, driving with just one hand, preparing to unload his hot, sticky cumshot.

He could feel it, an electric sensation leading to a sparkling orgasm, releasing the torrent of hot jizz on his car floor, forming a soupy, messy mixture with the crap covering it.

He felt a sensation of relief, but it was wrong and felt he had to put an end to the curse.

Feeling isolated and desperate, Lake didn't have the confidence to tell any of his friends about his situation. The curse was embarrassing, but there was one friend, however, whom he knew would understand: Grayson, his roommate. Greyson is male fox who had a nasty taste for scat so he wouldn't judge him. In fact, he might even find the curse fascinating.

Upon arriving home, Lake found more stinky filth on the seat. It was a yellowish and greenish mass of disgusting viscosity. The curse continued to haunt him, leaving tracks of filth wherever he stepped: the garage floor, the kitchen floor and the driveway carpet. It seemed as though no surface was safe from the crap.

Lake opened the living room door to reveal Grayson sitting there playing video games. He looks at Lake with a curious expression on his fox face.

"Hey, Lake…" Grayson greeted him, but shocked as he noticed the manure and its smell "What's going on? OMG!!! Are you coming out the closet? Are you a gay scat lover too?"

Lake smiled weakly, leaving shitty shoe prints on the carpet "No, I'm not. Ever since I left the car to go to the office, muck and filth seem to follow me, no matter where I go. It's on my shoes, my clothes and even my furniture. I got fired from my job. It is a kind of unnatural curse."

“Oh, that's a shame. And here I thought you were going to fulfill my sexual fantasies. Sorry.” The fox examined the shit on Lake’s pants, hands, shirt back, nape, shoes and head back. His eyes widening in fascination. "Wow, Lake, this is amazing! I've never seen anything like magic crap! Can I touch it?"

“Hhmm… sure?”

Greyson gives Lake’s butt and back a good rub. He sniffs his now muddy hand. "You know this is like my dream come true, right?" he said, licking his fingers. 

“Could you not do that in front of me?” asked Lake in disgust.

Greyson’s tongue and teeth got muddy  “Oh, sorry. It’s just I never get to experience this firsthand. This doesn’t taste like animal manure."

“Do you know how it tastes? Have you ever tasted animal manure!!!?”

“It tastes like 90% furry and human shit, and 10% mud.” Greyson watched the shit generated by Lake’s steps “So shit appears when your body rests its weight on something including your feet, right? Then, sitting or sleeping will be impossible for you without getting completely coated in shit. In fact, it is only a matter of time before your house becomes a poop-covered cave…” Greyson scratches his crotch thinking about it.

Lake felt relief as he shared his story with Grayson. For the first time since the curse had begun, he didn't feel alone. He started to like Grayson’s body, crotch, face and lips. “This has to be a curse. No doubts. I'm starting to like nasty things, like shit and men. It's clearly wrong.”

“Don’t be homophobic. Males are great and poop is the best thing in the world, curse or no curse. Instead of breaking the curse, we should find a way for you to transfer this blessing to me.”

“Don’t we go to the hospital?” asked Lake.

“Do you want the government to kidnap and dissect you?”

“Uhmm… nope” As Lake sat on the sofa, the brown mess beneath him creaked under his weight, coating his entire butt and back again, as well as the couch itself. He laughed nervously, "I guess there's no escape from the curse, huh?" He rubbed his butt and back on the furniture ruining its fabric and enjoying the slippery feeling.

Grayson smiled and patted Lake on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Lake. The best thing to do now is to get used to this. You have the perfect roommate. I don't mind this smell or your house getting filthy. In fact, I can help you get used to it.” Greyson had a bulge in his pants, sat beside Lake and kissed his cheek.

“Okay?” Lake answered.

Lake's clothes were already half-ruined, his once-white shirt back now a patchwork of fecal brown and his pants back even worse. Greyson pounced, landing on top of Lake and sending him tumbling backward onto the messy long sofa seat.

“Uhm?” Lake howled in futile protest, but Greyson was too quick. With fox agility, he stripped away Lake's shirt, tie and muddy pants, leaving him almost naked and vulnerable. He tore at the fabric, shredding Lake's clothes until there was nothing left but a pile of ruined garments.

Greyson hungrily ripped at his own clothes, tearing away his jumper and exposing his white furred torso. 

The fox took a handful of shit with passion, rubbing it against his friend's skin. Lake could feel the thick, clumpy feces caking his chest, the slimy texture of it inviting him to explore it further. 

Greyson’s hands slid across Lake's naked torso and armpits. Then, he rubbed more shit over his head. The fox savored the sensation, licking his lips as he paused for a moment to take in the scene before him.

Lake was a sight to behold, his neatly-trimmed dark brown hair slicked with a gloriously goopy mess of feces. 

He leaned in, his tongue slipping out to lick Lake's nipples. Lake growled and seized a muck handful from the floor. "Well… if you want this..." Lake dared to smear the gross muck all over his roommate's nape, shoulders and upper back while he was busy licking his flat torso.

Pulling out more feces from Lake's backside, Greyson smeared it across Lake's exposed shoulders and arms, the thick goo coating his muscles in a slimy, chunky cream. Lake moaned in embarrassment, but Greyson silenced him with a gay kiss, his lips meeting Lake's in a passionate embrace, sliding tongues and sharing muddy saliva. Greyson’s tongue licked Lake’s braces.

"And this is what you want, isn't it?" Greyson growled, his breath ragged and his eyes locked onto Lake's. "You want to be covered in it, wrapped in it, enveloped in it. You want to be one with the muck and the filth."

"Shut up!" said Lake, taking revenge on Greyson, smearing muck all over his muzzle, cheeks, eye-sockets, forehead, neck and entire face.

Even temporarily blind, Greyson was able to rub more shit into Lake's skin spreading it across his friend's neck, chest, stomach, undies and legs. Then he cleaned his eyes.

"This is what you've always wanted, and now you're going to get it." Greyson ripped Lake's undies off and massaged muck all over his human dick and balls. "You're going to embrace your curse, and you're going to love it." The fox removed Lake’s glasses and rubbed his face with the funky muck.

“I said shut up!” yelled Lake, smearing more crap on Greyson’s mouth, neck, white chest, arms, stomach, pants’ crotch and thighs. Greyson’s fur looked increasingly nastier and muddier by Lake's anger.

Lake's eyes were wide with disgust, but underneath it, Greyson could see the sparks of desire, the hunger for the forbidden. He wanted it, and he wanted it bad. The thought of it made his heart race, his breath shallow, and his cock throb with anticipation.

Greyson smirked, his eyes appraising Lake's body as he continued to cover him in muck and filth. He took Lake’s socks off and now, completely naked, his foxy hands danced across Lake's skin, smearing the brown paste into every crevasse, every hollow, every muscle. He could see Lake's breath catching, his chest heaving as he tried to suppress his growing desire.

Finally, Greyson pulled back, leaving Lake covered in filth, a chaos of feces and muck all over his body. Lake's eyes met his, and Greyson could see the raw hunger in them. He knew that his friend was craving it, desperate for it, and he knew that there was only one way to satisfy that craving.

He took a deep breath, slowly disrobing himself, letting his pants drop to the floor. He reveled in the sensation of his red rocket springing free. He stepped out of his pants, his socks and underwear being completely naked before his friend.

He approached Lake, his legs sliding through the muck as he climbed onto the sofa beside him. He reached out, his hand sliding across Lake's groins, tummy and stomach, trailing through the poop and muck there.

"Now," Greyson said, his fox dick pointing to the ceiling, "it's time to embrace your desires."

The fox leaned in, hugging his dear roommate, his lips meeting Lake's in a fierce and desperate kiss. Lake could taste himself on Grayson, the muck mingling with his friend's saliva, the taste as sweet as honey to him. He fucked his lips into Grayson's, his tongue forcing its way into the other male's mouth, exploring every corner, every nook.

As they kissed, their naked bodies began to slide off the sofa and onto the living room floor. The mess beneath them squelched and gurgled as they landed, the mushy muck and squashy poop seeping into the carpet beneath them.

They rolled over, grappling with each other. Lake's arousal was at its peak, his cock swollen and hard against the filthy fox over him. Lake and Greyson caressed each other’s bodies, their hands sliding through the mushy muck and squashy poop, touching their friend in the most intimate of ways.

Greyson's eyes sparkled with the same hunger that filled his friend. He gripped Lake's waist, his fingers digging into the muck-covered skin, and pulled him closer.

He pushed Lake down onto the floor, and then, with a bestial howl, sank his fox meat into the wet, warm depths of his friend's ass. Lake cried out in pain and ecstasy, his body shuddering beneath Greyson's heated assault.

Mud and poop clung to their bodies, squelching and swishing between them as they fucked. Their cries of pleasure and pain rang out, echoing through the room while the television flickered above them.

Their bodies twisted and writhed on the floor, covered from head to toe in the squashy poop and mushy muck. They were animals now, wild and untamed, their desires consuming them completely.

As they fucked, the muck and filth splashed onto the coffee table and the television. The filth coating their bodies dripped onto the carpet spreading blotches of filth wherever they moved.

But Lake didn't care. He was lost in the sensation of Greyson's cock deep in his ass. He had found his purpose, his true calling: to be fucked by his friend in the filth.

In the end, Lake came first. The chunky mass of his seed joined the filthy slurry that coated their bodies, as Greyson's seed made with Lake's shithole.

"Holy fuck!" Lake gasped "This is crazy! I can't believe we're doing this!"

The living room around them was a mess of stinky filth and feces. The once-comfortable room had become a nightmarish canvas of chaos and degeneracy.

Despite the horrific state of the place, Lake couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of excitement. He rubbed his friend's back and butt covered in the vile mixture of muck and shit as the fox took his dick out of the human’s butt.

"There is only one life to live," Greyson whispered, leaning in to kiss Lake's neck, his lips brushing against the warm skin beneath the slimy layer of muck. The two friends looked like a pair of disgusting, grotesque monsters, their bodies completely covered in the sickening greenish and yellowish slurry “Are you more used to this shit now?”

"A little bit." Lake replied, his voice trembling. ”I'm surprised I didn't throw up. What now?”

Greyson stood up, as he grabbed Lake's hand, pulling him to his feet. "Well, there's no point in cleaning," he said. "Your curse is bound to mess everything up again in your house. And we don't need to go outside because you're as unemployed as me. You know what? Fuck this! This is a blessing, not a curse. Follow me."

Greyson pulled Lake towards his bedroom, guiding him over the stairs. Lake's curse coated the floor he touched in a thick slurry of filth.

Inside Greyson’s bedroom, he pushed Lake onto his clean and comfortable bed, and a new torrent of feces rained down under him. Nasty, sticky mud splashed onto Greyson's closest posters and furniture, the room filling with the smell of sewage.

"Hey, your bedroom is still my house," Lake protested over the squelching of poop beneath him.

"Exactly!!! We don't have a landlord," Greyson layed on the now creamy bed and kissed Lake again. "Think on this: You're gonna become rich. You could sell tons of manure to farmers around here. That's infinite money. Or better yet: make a circus where you're the principal attraction. Oh, or this: become a star in the ScatFest 2024."

Lake stared at Greyson in disbelief. "This is insane! We're covering everything in shit, and you want me to become some kind of feces magnate? That's not a life, Greyson!"

Greyson smirked, his lips glistening with a mixture of feces and saliva. "Come on, Lake," he said, his voice husky and eager. "This is our chance. This curse is a gift, a chance to make something amazing out of it." The fox grabbed a handful of muck and swallowed it, mudding his tongue and teeth.

"Think about it," he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against Lake's ear. "You could be famous, rich, and most importantly, free."

"No, Greyson," Lake said "I can't do this. I can't live like this."

"C’mon, Lake. You need this." The naked male hugged Lake's naked and creamy body rubbing their naughty dicks.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I'll do it."

Greyson's eyes lit up, his muddy face breaking into a wide, toothy grin. "That’s my Lake!" He pulled Lake into a tight embrace, their bodies sticking together as they kissed, their lips sliding again through the mess of muck that now covered them both and Greyson's muddy tongue filling Lake's mouth with crap.

"Tomorrow we should go outside. We can't hide anymore; it's time to embrace your curse and share it with the world." Greyson said with excitement.

Lake blushed, feeling the weight of the feces covering him. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation "But after a shower, right?" 

Greyson laughed "Yeah, yeah. We can’t go like this, coated in shit and totally nude."

Lake sighed, his butt spitting cum. "Then okey dokey."

Greyson grinned, his eyes burning with anticipation. "That's the spirit, Lake! And who knows? Maybe your curse becomes the talk of the town, and you become the most popular guy in the State." The two roommates cuddle.

Lake and Greyson spent the rest of the day playing with the curse, deriving pleasure from each other and stretching their limits. The day ahead of them was going to be spectacular ~.