It was a hot day in the Great Forest, and Nectar the sugar glider was outside moving from tree to tree, following the trail of Matty. According to Nall, his owner, the painted bat was supposed to be the one looking after him. However, Matty didn't have any magic to speak of, so usually it was Nectar getting him out of trouble instead. Today was not looking like an exception, as the swift bat proceeded to chase after a weasel made out of mud.


Well, such things were not entirely out of place in this forest. Matty had actually had thought the golem was a friendly face come to warn him of some peril befalling Nall, the pine marten who had taken care of him when he first appeared in this world. The bat could be the helpful hero this time! So he had followed the strange, drippy mud creature through the woods without letting anyone know, because they'd probably take all the credit anyway.


The black and yellow bat landed on the ground as the muddy weasel stopped in front of him. This was an odd clearing in an otherwise busy forest: a patch of brown, bubbly mud in front of a small mound of grass and soil, with a large opening that led the way through to a warm enclosed mud pool. The weasel was inside and peered out, curiously encouraging the bat to come closer. Wet dirt clung to his feet and his toes as he walked in, but up to the edge of the pool it seemed buoyant enough to stand on. Matty looked around, wasn't this where Nall was supposed to be? The realisation dawned on him just as the golem turned around, and dived at the silly bat. Splat! The mud covered his chest and wings, and crawled over his face; Nectar landed high in the trees nearby and saw Matty wrapped up entirely in mud, going very still. Eep, it had got him!


The sugar glider swept into the chamber straight away, landing very lightly on the mud and trying to get some of the sticky substance off of the bat. Although he had seemed quite still, the wings started to move and grabbed Nectar, holding the feral critter tightly as he squirmed and tried to struggle free. Matty couldn't control himself, as naughty thoughts entered his mind and his muddy bat poke twitched and grew stiff. The little glider squealed and tried to pull away, he wouldn't normally mind fun play with his batty friend, but someone else was driving… ooh, it was a little scary, he didn't know quite what would happen!


Nectar got a mouthful of mud and cock, and the covered and drippy Matty bat pushed him down into the wet soil. A few steps away, the ground became like a muddy pool, and the glider started to slip below the surface as his muzzle was humped. Batty squealed and whined and thrust down into the mouth, into the mud, Nectar was grabbed on all sides and everything felt dark and warm; it was arousing, but he felt strange and floaty and so very curious…


A mucky Matty seemed to regain control again when his body reached climax, squirting light batty cum out into the large muddy puddle. Presumably into Nectar as well, though he couldn't feel the flying squirrel down there; wings dug into the mud, trying their best to find him and bring him up. Sure, he was magical, but as far as the bat knew he still needed air! Nectar was quite alright, though; he hadn't been paying attention for a moment and he felt movement above him, lifting himself up to try and get back above the surface.


Matty bat was jostled about and lifted up out of the pool, very surprised to suddenly be clinging to a much larger mud creature. Smooth and tubular, the newly changed giant otter blinked its big eyes and looked closely at the tiny bat, who was now trying to hide behind his wings. Nectar felt very weird up there, big and powerful, his long tail easily digging furrows in the pool. In place of nimble gliding arms he had stubby otter limbs, small ears and whiskers, and mud covered all of his body. Whatever had happened, it didn't feel bad at all, and he licked the little Matty who he had scooped up in both of his forepaws. In fact, it felt great to be a mud golem! Nothing to worry about except having lots of sticky fun. Particularly with little bats like the one he had right now.


The huge otter looked at Matty, grinning lewdly and making him feel uneasy. Nectar rolled over, showing off his huge length to the bat; it was easily as tall as him! The implication was clear and batty shook his head; no way, not possible. The mud otter ignored him, sat him down, and began to stuff himself inside anyway. Handfuls of mud were splashed over Matty as the needy mustelid slid deeper inside; he struggled and whined, but it was no good. That poke started to flow inside him, wet warm mud filling him so tightly; he was so hot and it was starting to feel amazing. His belly swelled slightly too, and then Nectar settled down into the mud and covered Matty all over, inside and out as he began to knead and change him.


Batty felt far too warm, like he was melting, stretched out long by that stiff prod. For a few moments it was in his body, humping right the way through to his head, surreal and exciting in a way that made him shiver and moan as he grew. Matty was coated in mud that became him, transforming as Nectar had done, the huge otter forming him into a long musteline shape. Long but stout, stumpy limbs and shiny muddy hide and a long tail, he was a muddy mink through and through! Matty was still very much shorter than the otter, deliberately so. Nectar happily grinned at his new mud golem companion and continued humping deep inside him, making him squeal and squirm about.


It was so sudden, and so overwhelming for the smaller mink; he bounced up and down on the otter's lap, trying to concentrate on what had happened, but getting overruled by the urge for fun and frolics instead. Matty the mink and Nectar the giant otter, magical creatures of mud and dirt, naughty and very eager in their little dirty pool deep in the forest. Both of them were so close to climax now, pent up and wiggly, with the mink warming the otter's stiff staft while humping his paw. Happily trapped, he panted and hugged that paw ever so tightly, and then he came with a rush of mud and warmth, squeezing tightly around Nectar who squirted out his load soon after, plumping out the little mustelid and filling him very full of gooey, sticky mud.


It took a few moments for their senses to return to them, remembering who they had been, and feeling the slippery warmth of one another. Nectar desperately attempted to wipe Matty clean, convinced he'd find a bat under all that goo, but there was nothing to find but a cute and animated mink shape. Maybe Nall would come find them! He might be able to sort them out. And yet, a sneaky part of their minds was already thinking up a fun golem for their friend to be. Perhaps a badger, or a wolverine! Matty wanted Nall to be the smallest, and the two had a good giggle at the ideas. Mm, and Nectar was feeling frisky again just daydreaming about it, perhaps he'd need to enjoy a mink again very soon...