Xanthus let hot air blow free from his nostrils as he walked through the mud pits. Well, not actually through. That would be dangerous and irresponsible. No, Xanthus was going through the region where all the mud pits could be found (and quite heavily used, if you stopped to look at the flaring and constant bubbles that always seemed to be spurting on the surface) while going around the pits himself.

  He had places to be, and no real time to spend wallowing around in bottomless, delicious, muddy quicksand. Xan did find that his body shuddered at the thought, but he quickly steeled himself. He had to get where he was going first, then he could think about sinking.

  The 15ft red and black dragon was on his way to meet a few friends, the kind that were getting anxious at the thought of having to wait to slip down into some bottomless, sticky, unrelenting muck.

  Xan let some more hot air bellow out his nose. There he was getting flustered again. It was his birthday, and he was eager to celebrate with his long-time mudding companions (note: in this hobby, sometimes “long-time” was defined with far less overall time than other hobbies, considering the implications). His comrades had offered to meet him at his place, but Xan refused. He wanted to check something out first, and it just so happened to be on his way to their little rendezvous point.

  The mud pits gurgled and bubbled as Xan continued to walk around them. His yellow eyes scanned around each and every one. He was looking for something particular. Xanthus and each one of the others had gone mudding here dozens if not hundreds of times (sometimes they were planned, other times… less so). He wanted to see if there was something a little more interesting this time around. His white claws sunk into the soft dirt as he loosely investigated each little pit.

  Sure enough, he caught sight of an extra bubbly pit of muddy mire. One that Xan couldn’t remember ever seeing. When Xanthus moved a little closer to investigate, he noticed that it did indeed look quite new, as if the ground itself had churned the dirt into gooey, almost pulp-like paste. The dark brown mud looked wet and supple, almost as if stepping in meant that you’d never be able to get it back out even with the strongest dragon at your disposal.

  Xanthus grinned and flexed his muscles. Oh yeah, that’s him alright. The only thing bigger than Xan’s ego was his own height, and skyscrapers, and well— you get the picture.

  The pit in question bubbled and churned eagerly, as if it was asking— no, begging for a sinker. Xan chuckled. He had a few sinkers in mind waiting for him on the other side of the bog. Still, his curiosity was getting the better of him. The black dragon wanted to get a closer look. He wanted to dip a finger in to see if this pit was really any denser, stickier, or overall better than any of the others here in the mud flats.

  Xan let his heavy and strong legs start to walk towards the edge of the pit. The supple ground under his claws did grow a little softer, but Xanthus trudged forward confident that the pit of real mud hadn’t started yet. He had his eyes glued on the bubbling mire. The clumsy dragon wasn’t watching where he was going. The ground under him started to wobble and shift. Before Xanthus knew it, it broke away into more of the wet and soft bubbling mud. He immediately felt his claws sink into the mud, fully submerging them in an instant. His tail swished ambiently.

  “You’ve got to be kidding.” Xanthus huffed. He tried to lift his sunken claws out of the mire but simply felt the substance squelch and stick to his body like glue. It was almost tar-like the way it stretched along his movements. The goo held him firmly in place. The only thing his pumping legs managed to do was let the gurgling mire pull him slightly deeper into its grasp.

  Xan chuckled and let a deep blush fan his face. “Ooohhhh… ok, yeah… this is quite the stuff… everybody is going to be quite happy sink their way into something like this~”

  The dragon felt his dual members twitch briefly. He couldn’t help but get a little distracted, despite the original unwelcome circumstances. He did get his little tests done, so the mission was accomplished! Sort of.

  “Aw yeah, this is the stuff alright!” Xan moaned as the mud pulled his powerful legs down deep enough to coat his calves. His tail swished aimlessly behind him. The soothing mud felt like heaven on his scales. Xanthus wasn’t too worried about getting out. He’d done countless sinks before and had managed to get out of tighter spots than this. His powerful wings twitched against his back.

  The bubbling mud splattered its way onto his red-scaled chest. It pulled him down to his knees now.

  “O-oh! Wow! You really are hungry, aren’t you? Well, if you just let me go, I’ll promise I’ll bring back some more friends for you to sink, alright?” Xanthus chuckled. Everyone would love this pit. It really could possibly be the best one yet. He let his mind wonder about which few of his comrades would perhaps choose to stay in the pit~

  More mud bubbles splattered on the surface, their violent bursts a sort of response to Xanthus’s promise.

  “Alright. I’m already going to be late, time to get out. See you soon,” Xan chuckled and waved to the mud. He let his body crane and lean back towards the way he originally came. The mud gurgled and protested, but with the dragon only sunk up to his thighs, there wasn’t much the pit could do. Xanthus reached down and pressed his hands against the solid ground behind him to grant him better leverage to pull his sunken legs out of the pit. As soon as the sinking dragon let his upper claws press against the ground, it similarly broke and gave way to more of the supple moist mud.

  “Oh! Wow! You are way bigger than I expected!” Xan chuckled nervously. He lifted his hands up before they got stuck. He chittered his teeth and let more hot air blow out of his nostrils. He looked around for any other options, but couldn’t see anything within reach.

  Meanwhile, the mud continued to gurgle him down eagerly. His tail had begun to slip under the mire. Now up to his inner thighs, the hot-headed dragon felt a different sort of heat grow within him. The mud was so cool against his hot scales. If you looked close enough, you could almost see hot steam emerge from some of Xanthus’s lower scales.

  “Mmmngghh…. Damn… you do feel real nice.” He let his eyes close and enjoyed the moment for a bit. The mud gurgled louder. Xan felt his two cocks grow more and more erect. He wanted to save that for later, but the mud was giving him no real choice. His wings shivered, and Xan felt his own upper claws move down towards his crotch. It was his birthday after all, the others wouldn’t mind. And if they did, well, Xan knew what he’d do with them~.

  He moaned and huffed as he looked down at his now erect cocks. The bubbles on the surface of the pit seemed to grow more plentiful. Xan let himself stroke one of his cocks with far more force than before. He was embracing it all now. The question of getting out was replaced fully with getting off. He huffed and moaned. The mud rose even more steadily. It tickled his inner thighs enough to make his breath shudder. His cocks were fully out of their slits now. He let himself stroke its massive length up and down, up and down. He wanted to properly feed his seed to the pit before he got out for real.

  “Hnnngrhhh…. Yes…” Xan lurched and moaned as the mud began to pool around his swelling members. His lower one slipped under the surface with a powerful moan from the lustful dragon. His shafts rocked back and forth under all the soft and subtle movement, and eagerly slipped into the cool mud. More bubbles popped and splattered his cocks with even more mud. It felt like electricity burst through the fire dragon. The inner heat roared like a real furnace within his shimmering scales. Xanthus let loose a primal cry and let his thick ropes spill eagerly into the bubbling mud. Five whole pulses of seed painted the pit from each length. With an almost thankful gurgle, the mire sucked it all down in an instant. Xan panted and huffed. His cocks twitched and trembled, the full cool mud now threatening to fully submerge what still remained above the surface. Xan snapped back to reality and lifted his hands up as the mud started to cover his periscoping shaft.

  “Ummmggg… wow…” Xan moaned as the cool mire completely cocooned both of his cocks. He shivered and felt red-hot blush creep onto his face once again.

  “Oh right, yeah. Time to get out.” Xan said. He spun his body around and looked to the other bits of solid ground. Xan tried to once again put his weight on the “shore” to heave himself out. The ground held steady this time. Xan heaved himself up and out with a bit of effort. His hips slipped free of the mire enough to expose his mud-caked rump, which couldn’t help but wiggle a little. His body trembled and shook in his exerting efforts.

  “Nnnnmmmmggg! Come on!” Xan grunted. This mud was way stickier than anything else he had ever seen or felt. It stretched up alongside his body like glue. Xan’s body shivered before his arms and muscles gave out.

  “Damn! This is quite the mud!” Xan huffed and crossed his arms. He looked down, a bit irked that this mud seemed to be stronger than him.

  “Tskkk.” Xan scoffed “Luckily, I’m not going to be so easily bested!” Xan smirked. He unfurled his wings and let him stretch out above his head. He rolled his neck to work out the kinks.

  “Alright! Here we go! I’ll show you who’s boss!” Xan chuckled. He let his powerful wings beat in the open air. The loud and forceful whoosh echoed across the empty mud flats. Xan narrowed his eyes and focused his efforts on beating his wings as hard as he could. They flapped and flapped faster and faster, but the mud only gurgled and barely exposed his now muddy stomach. Xanthus gritted his teeth and kept trying, but he just wouldn’t budge. Sweat started to grow on his face and brow.

  “Hnnnnrr! Please! Come on! Let… me… go!” Xan roared. He wiggled his hips to try and break the desperate suction the pit seemed to have on him, but he still didn’t budge. With a gasp and a heavy set of breaths, Xanthus had to let his wings stop. He used up so much energy that he couldn’t even keep them elevated behind his back. They drooped down and dipped into the mire.

  “Wait! No! No! Crap!” Xanthus tried to lift his wings up out of the mud, but they were glued to the surface as if they were covered in some sort of tarry oil. They just aimlessly flopped like a beached fish before the mud gurgled and pulled about half of them below the surface.

  Xan’s pupils narrowed to slits. This was bad. Really bad. He let a little whimper emerge from his lungs. He kept his arms raised at his sides just above the surface. The mud blubbed out another gurgle that Xan swore sounded like a laugh. The mud had pulled him down to his lower ribs now. The weight and pressure of the mud was starting to make it ever so slightly more difficult to breathe.

  “You stupid dragon, you. You just had to come closer to check it out.” Xan roared at himself. He tried to spin his torso around to try and reach for the edge of the pit again, but his body was firmly held in place by the mire. There was no moving now. Xan knew better than to struggle. Xan knew better than to hope to touch the bottom. There were no bottoms in a mud pit this big.

  Xan let himself breathe heavily. He didn’t even have a way to contact his friends. He let out a faint whimper as he continued to catch his breath. He steeled himself, reminding his body to just stay calm. The cool mud pooled around his chest now.

  Xanthus looked around and up, then back down at the pit. Fear filled his mind for a moment. He was stuck and actually sinking, this time for real. He had no plan, no way to escape, no buddy to pull him out. Just his luck; he had found the one pit he wouldn’t be able to escape from on his own, the one time he actually wanted to claw himself free. Xan couldn’t help but laugh. He felt bad for his friends. They wouldn’t get the chance to see him sink. Xan felt that familiar fire flare right back up within him. His submerged cocks were still mostly erect. But the mud wasn’t enough to get him going again. He looked around one final time as his wings were finally and fully claimed by the mire.

  There were worse ways to go. Might as well go out with a bang. Xanthus shrugged his wide shoulders and smiled to himself as he plunged his arms back down into the mire. He let himself grip his cold and stuck shafts and worked his cocks back up to a proper erection. The pit seemed to gurgle out its appreciation with another round of splattering bubbles. Xan flinched as the muck hit his face and snout. He blew another round of hot air out of his flaring nostrils and panted out even more through his maw.

  “Haaa… fine… you win. I’ll put on a show for you~” Xanthus muttered. The mud rose to his shoulders, which lurched under the motions of his stroking arms. The pit seemed to appreciate that. His entire body felt like it was resting on a cloud. A tight and firm cloud— but one regardless. He was completely encased in a muddy cocoon, and as his mitts worked diligently to please his pulsing shafts the lustful dragon could barely even feel the mud creep up his neck.

  Xanthus was drunk on the power the mud had over him. His body shook and convulsed under the mud. It gurgled and bubbled even more as it pulled him down to his chin.

  “Nnngrh… God…” Xanthus huffed. This mud felt better than anything else he had ever felt in his life. He let his body shake and shudder in some actual struggles, but he couldn’t budge an inch. The sunken dragon let his head tilt back towards the sky. He huffed through his nostrils as he felt the mud cover his webbed ears and stick to his fire-red hair.

  Xanthus’s body was boiling with lust under the surface. He huffed and roared.

  “Sink me then! Come on! I need it!” Xan whispered. He felt the mud reach the corner of his now slammed-shut maw.

  “Mmmnggg… mmmhhhth.” Xan whimpered. His nostrils still flared. His pupils had gone back to their traditional circles at this point. There was nothing he wanted more than to be utterly sunk and drowned in this moment. His body lurched. His cock pulsed, his other shaft desperate for attention as well. He was so close to another orgasm, and Xanthus was going to make sure he got one. The mud felt good around his body. His eyes blinked one final time before the mud pulled his yellow eyes down into the abyss. Xan’s white horns began to turn to a more stained brown. His hands curled tightly around his sunken shafts. He jerked himself with all his strength, but it wasn’t enough. Xan needed more. The mud rose another inch up his closed maw. Xan whimpered again. He was going to explode, and not in the good way. He needed to release. He needed more. Xan had to scream, he needed to, but if he did, he’d let—

  “MMMRARRWG—Grrrlk, Ack!” *gurgle, gurgle* *Blub* “mnngbfgklkggbll!” Xanthus opened his mouth wide and let loose another primal roar. Of course, that let all the mud pour right into his pink maw with no resistance. Xan kept his mouth open wide. Mud pooled at the base of his throat and his gurgled cries let bubbles of mud pop and gurgle right there in his maw. At the same time, he spilt even more ropes of cum into the dark and cool bottomless mire. Both his shafts pulsed and came in tandem with each other. A significant load burst free from each cock. Xanthus gurgled and huffed in relief, even as he continued to choke and gurgle on the cool mud in his maw and throat.

  His head rocked back and forth just a little. All anyone would see if they passed by now would be the black upper half of Xanthus’s jaw, a tuft of his red hair, and his pink— yet brown stained maw (ditto with his sharp and pearly white teeth).

  Xanthus’s lower jaw was already fully claimed. His tongue swished around the open air and lapped up some of the muck. It tasted like dirt, but somehow Xan didn’t mind. The sunken dragon gargled out some more nonsense before the pink of his maw utterly disappeared. His nostrils flared one final time before they too slipped under the surface.

  One final lurch of mud was sent flying up into the air, alongside another round of air bubbles from the newly crowned mud dragon.

  Under the surface, Xanthus was content. He had taken too long to meet with his friends. They were surely bouncing up and down at the idea of sinking and were probably already on their way here, if not just to figure out what happened to their favorite stubborn (and clumsy) dragon.

  Xanthus giggled as he thought about how they very well could have been watching him the whole time. Maybe he really did have a little bit of luck left. Maybe.

  His body was exhausted. More cum oozed out of his cocks as his hands fell limply at his sides. He let the heated blush fully fit his face. His snout curled into a smile.

  Happy birthday to me~