Mudbath for Two.

>You travelled through the forest all day and while not particularly challenging terrain to cross, your feet had long since began to complain about the constant unevenness underfoot. When the trees thinned out into a sudden glade with a pool, you decided to take a break. As the sun began to dip lower in the late afternoon sky, you decided to make camp, sheltered by the trees and with somewhere to soak your feet. Settling back against the nearest tree by the poolside, you stripped off your boots and socks and lowered your feet into the pool with a sigh.
>A slight movement in the bushes across form you drew your eye, a light snuffling betraying the presence of something fairly large. It began to slink out of the bushes and you had the sensation of being watched. Eventually, the head of a Swampert looked out at you, then deciding you were no immediate threat finally crawled out of the undergrowth and slipped into the pool. You watch it, quickly judging it to be a younger female due to its size and motions as it begins slathering handfuls of mud across its body. You feel you shouldn't stare, but all the same you can't help but let your eyes be drawn to how her wet skin glistens in the sun, or how the muddy sludge runs in rivulets over her body as she drizzles more water across it As she stoops to pick up another handful, her head flicks up meeting your gaze as she completes the action. You look away startled, realising you're beginning to flush but unsure why. You look up quickly once more, see her slapping more mud upon herself and look away again as if burned. It goes quiet, you can't even the gentle lapping of the water against her body now. You risk a glance up again but there's nothing there. 'She probably moved on' you say to yourself before something grasps your ankles and pulls you into the pool.
>For an instant, you begin thrashing around until you come to the realisation where you had dangled your feet was the deepest part of the pool and the rest was just a shallow mudhole warmed by the sun enough to feel quite pleasant to squish in. You look up to see her hissing sporadically with an amused look on her face. You chance a smile, unsure as to your next move, suddenly aware you're in her environment now but she ignores that to grab a handful of mud and slap it on your head, strong fingers, working it in firmly, but with an almost tenderness to her movements. She dips her hand into the mud again, bring a fresh handful to your face and times it with your breaths, wiping it across your face. With an unnerving ease, she pulls your tee-shirt off and rubs a fresh handful of mud across your chest, her fingers beginning to draw little circles on it and lightly tweaking your nipples. As if hypnotised, you begin to reciprocate - taking your own handfuls of mud and rubbing them on her. Her arms, her back, wherever you could reach. Standing up,  you move around her, begin scooping up mud to get the spots on her back she missed.
>She's almost purring, movements almost matching your own as you finish rubbing mud into her rump before turning her over and pushing her down into it, sliding your body on top of hers. Taking more mud you continue washing her in it, ensuring every spot of her body's conceivably coated in it, revelling in the feeling of the mud squelching through your shorts as you straddle her to get the last few bits. You lean over her and playfully dab her nose with the last bit of mud in your hands and giggle, she hisses, which you've realised is her way of laughing, before grasping your head and pulling you into a kiss. She slips her tongue into your mouth and the feel of it against yours drives all thought from your mind.
>You break apart and notice the creamy patches of her skin begin to pinken underneath the mud. Your eyes flick up to meet her gaze, two pools of molten gold, obsidian flecks floating within suddenly give you the feeling you're falling. You lean in and kiss her again. When you break apart this time, she's rolled you into the mud again, a sharp tug and you realise she's whipped your shorts and underwear off. She slaps another handful of mud into your crotch, begins to massage it in. Again and again her hand dips in, rubbing more and more mud in while patently ignoring your erection, twitching and jumping to her touch. She looks up, a glint in her eyes and you feel yourself pleading, wiling her to take it further. She bobs her head and you gasp as she finally takes you into her mouth and begins to roll her tongue around, licking the mud off. Again and again she keeps swirling her tongue and with a cry you reach your peak, throwing up your hands to grasp her head and caress it as you jerk against her face.
>She leans back, with a satisfied look on her face, contentedly gurgling to herself as you pull yourself out of the mud. She starts as you lean up against her begin to push her onto her back, but you give her a quick kiss and smile and she relaxes. You slide up against her body once more pressing against her and feeling her body quiver in excitement, quickly kissing her, then sliding down her body again, trailing your hands over her stomach until you sit between her legs facing her crotch. She seems to sense what you're about to do, begins to squirm in the mud, hips gyrating slightly. An evil thought strays across your mind and you begin to daub more mud on her, taking deliberate care to not linger too long in any one spot. She moans, softly yet lusty and needy and you dip your head as if automatically. Her legs shut slightly, pinning you between her strong thighs and simultaneously thrilling you at the same time. You begin to work her lips with your tongue, bring up your hand to slowly begin penetrating her, Her breathing begins to get ragged and you redouble your efforts, driving her further into her pleasure. She shrieks and a slight rumbling follows, shaking the pool and sending mud splashing over our back again.
>She pulls you up her body again but this time it's you who initiates the kiss. She squirms, rubs a hand across your chest, before lowering it to your crotch and grasping your manhood. You feel her shift her hips slightly, feel her lips brush against the tip before thrusting home. You gasp, the sensation of burrowing into her being unlike anything else you've experienced. She grunts and begins to gyrate, sending you wild with sensations before you suddenly get control and begin moving in time with her. It's her turn to be overwhelmed, her grunts becoming ragged again as she begins to give into the effect you're having. She suddenly pulls you tight as her hip crack rhythmically against your, her pleasure finally peaking. With a strangled cry, you reach your own, as her muscular walls constrict and spasm against you. Her blushes make her look prettier, you decide, as you lean up again to kiss her softly.