I AM SHAMELESS AND STOLE A PROMPT FROM THE OTHER GUY'S THREAD.

2  teen boys  furries  that are friends play wrestle in the mud, get told to wash off in the bath, and proceed to get frisky with each other in said bath!

Practicing dialog! 397 words.

“You’re an asshole you know that?” But even as the words left Trevor’s mouth he couldn’t help but smirk as Logan proceeded to tower over him, flexing triumphantly all the while.

“Maybe you should lift more often. Then you’d be swole like me and ass not first in the mud like you.” Logan grunted and posed dramatically eliciting another laugh from the now very mucky squirrel.

“Well, let’s see how well your muscles serve you when you’re on the ground.” Trever suddenly lunged forward, tackling Logan causing an uncharacteristic yelp to get caught in his throat as they both tumbled into the ankle-deep puddle.

“Not so tough now are you big guy?!” Trevor roared as he seated himself on Logan’s back. His soggy tail and rump waggled into the back of Logan’s head while the giant pretended to struggle.

“Mercy me! Won’t you take pity, oh Trevor the migh-Just kidding.” Logan effortlessly heaved himself upward in a single motion causing Trevor to tumble back into the murk. The even dirtier squirrel now unrecognizable with layers of grime coating his fur.

“You look like shit.” Logan could barely contain his laughter as it echoed throughout the surrounding forest.

“Fuck you, you too.” But Trevor barely meant it. Logan’s impressive physique was made even more impressive by the t-shirt that was clinging to Logan's body for dear life, showing off every cut and bulge on his frame. It was taking every bit of Trevor's willpower to stop himself from staring.

“Like the merchandise?” It was Logan’s time to smirk as Trevor realized he’d been caught red-handed as Logan proceeded to perform another ridiculous pose. “Feast your eyes on this then.”

Trevor rolled his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from catching a glimpse of underwear also clinging to Logan’s buttocks. Was his ass always this nice? How had he not noticed before? Was this the magic of wrestling?

“Ok, but seriously, I’m started to itch. I need to get out of these clothes.” Logan shook himself, sending droplets of mud everywhere.

“What do you suggest?”

“I know a lake nearby. 5 minute walk. Let’s go.” Logan offered a hand and pulled Trevor up.

“What? No, you can’t be serious.”

“Your call. But I’m pretty sure you don’t want to miss  this  show.” Logan slowly peeled his t-shirt upwards, revealing a set of grimy abs before racing off into the woods.