Noel is an AMAB Non-Binary character. Most of my stories will involve Noel in some way as they are the 'main character'. This is also my first story, so constructive criticism is welcome :3

This story contains fetish content such as mud and feet, so if you're not into that then I suggest skipping this one.
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Raindrops pattered off the leaves from trees and bushes all around the path as Noel gently picked their way over branches and rocks. The rain had let up only a few minutes to go and the summer sun was starting to poke through the clouds, evaporating the water in slender tendrils of steam from each leaf. Noel lived alone, deep in the forest. They had since they turned 24 and could buy their own house with the large sum of money left by their parents. Noel lived a life of eccentricity, opting to shun both gender norms and the society which created them. Noel had moved to the forest to escape a stifling city life of social functions and grand openings. Having re-invested the millions left by their parents, Noel was able to live just the way they wanted to. Which today consisted of their very favorite activity and one of the main reasons for building their estate in the middle of a forest. Noel's sock-clad foot splashed into a muddy puddle, specks of dark muck splashing up their ankle. A soft smile spread over their face as they lowered their other foot into the ooze, taking a moment to wiggle their toes into the slime.

Moving on, the path grew progressively muddier, coating Noel's feet in more and more muck. They smiled, the sound of a stream growing closer and closer. That stream, or rather what surrounded it, was the reason Noel had decided to build in the area. Noel had always had a particular affinity for being messy. When they were a child on their parents' estate, there was a large field which always ended up becoming swamped with mud after heavy rains. Noel loved to run around and play in it much to the consternation of their parents and the maids. The memory made Noel smile.

Emerging from the foliage into a clearing, Noel set sight on their favorite part of the forest. A crystal-clear stream surrounded by emerald green ferns, purple, white, and yellow flowers, and gently overhanging shade trees created a picturesque view. But Noel wasn't just here for the almost fantasy-like beauty of the deep woods. Along the stream was an area roughly ten feet in each direction of the most soothing and splendid swampy mud that Noel had ever found. A deep breath filled Noel's nostrils with the soft scent of the mud. The soft sting of decaying leaves and plants and soil making them smile from ear to ear. Noel squished their toes into the soft black ooze, testing it.

With a smile, they slid their shirt over their head, letting it drop onto a fern. Then, hooking their thumbs in the waistband of their shorts, Noel let them drop, stepping out and fluffing their hair. Noel was clad in an exquisite set of white lingerie. It hugged every sleight curve of Noel's body. The panties were perfect, showing their entire butt, but hugging every small curve of Noel's crotch. Noel loved this set. It was so soft, so pristine, and so sexy. Stretching a bit, Noel pulled their thigh high socks down, exposing a pair of stockings which, aside from the feet and ankles, matched the rest of the set. Noel let the socks drop into a muddy puddle.
Noel took the first delicate steps toward the mud, each step sinking a little deeper and releasing a little puddle of dark, stinky water around Noel's toes. They giggled, taking a larger step into what looked like a shallow puddle. With a soft gasp Noel's leg sank into the yielding mud with a deep shwelch which echoed in the pleasure centers of Noel's mind. They stood still for a moment to feel the muck envelop their lower leg, the earthy stench of the deepest filth filling their nostrils as Noel wiggled their toes a little deeper. After the initial shock, Noel slowly sunk their other foot into the mud a little further ahead, transitioning their weight to that leg and groaning slightly as the mud rushed around their sensitive foot, the once-white nylon now soaked and stained a dark black. From the knee-down.

At this point Noel was about four feet into the pit, and they knew it would only get deeper from here. Another step in the mud was dangerously close to the lace top of Noels stockings. Noel bit their lip and lowered their hands to the surface of the mud, letting them sink in. immediately the surface was broken and the now soggy muck enveloped Noels slender fingers, wrapping them in a slimy embrace, gently sucking them.

"Ah, so its foreplay, is it?" Noel cooed jokingly at the mud as they pulled their hands out, watching with a smile as the black ooze dripped from their fingers.

With slow, deliberate motions Noel pulled their hands up over their hips, leaving trails of black slime behind, coating the sides of the panties, and just touching the bottom of the lace top. Sighing, Noel traced around their nipples, careful to spread just enough mud to stain the top. The front of Noels panties swelled, straining at the fabric. With a fluid motion Noel nudged the panties down and let their balls keep them tucked. Noel dragged their hand through the mud again and gently touched the tip of their penis. With a gasp, Noel sat back, letting the mud swallow their voluptuous butt in its cool embrace.

Noel gently rocked back and forth, abandoning the slow descent they had planned in favor of embracing the raw sexual allure of being covered in the black muck which drove them wild. Noel pumped their legs, feeling the yielding mud slide almost frictionlessly along their legs and feet. Noel loved the feeling of the mud around their feet almost as much as having it on their cock. Speaking of Noel rolled onto their front, happily pushing their chest and hips down into the mud. By now the stench of the mud had filled the air, further driving Noel wild.

Rolling back over, Noel sat up, their face and hair still clean, but admiring the dark ooze slowly dripping over their tummy. Noel pulled their panties up over their cock, trapping it once again, but in the process scooping up as much mud as they could. It oozed out over Noels thighs, causing them to coo, softly slipping a bit deeper into the mud, working their hips deeper and deeper. Noel drew the mud over their chest, the slop sticking to every curve and contour of Noels chest. Slipping their hands back, Noel unclasped the top, slipping the straps off their shoulders and letting the now-heavy garment slip down their chest. Tossing it away into the stream. Noel stood up, grinning as chunks of slop rolled off their soft butt and plopped back into the muck.

Wiggling out of their panties, Noel slowly sat back down, groaning as their butt was enveloped. Noel gasped when a deluge of cool, dark water carried a soft flow of mud around their balls and shaft. They felt their toes curl, squishing the mucky water in their stockings. Noel shoved their panties down their legs, kicking them off and rolling over. They took a few minutes to wallow in the filth, delighting in the stink which now wafted from the mud coating their body. When Noel came to a stop, they reared up, straddling the mud, gently stroking their cock. Shaking their slightly mud-speckled hair from their eyes and taking a deep breath, Noel dove forward, submerging their head under two feet of inviting filth. Noel stayed under for only a short moment, but it felt like a heavenly eternity.

When Noel finally pulled themselves from the depths of the mud, they took a labored breath, ragged, and filled with lust. With a deep splash, Noel flopped back into their mucky lover. Noel's hands, thick and dripping with mud slowly slithered down over their chest, stomach, finally coming to rest with their penis nestled between their third and fourth finger. Being shaven, the cool mud tingled around the base of Noels penis, enticing them to softly begin stroking. Noel's back arched and their other hand slipped into their matted, mud-drenched hair as they gave into the pleasure, digging their hips deeper into the ooze.

Noel's legs drew up, the soft slime flowing around their feet, making them coo. Stroking a bit harder, Noel gyrated their hips in time. The forest sang around him, though most was muffled by their mud-filled ears. Birdsong, cicadas, and the rustle of trees. Noel added their own song to the mix with soft gentle moans which gradually got louder as they rolled over and over, removing their hand from their cock and beginning to thrust into the mud. Noel's hips slapped the surface with a rhythmic shlop shlop shlop sound. Their mind went blank as their toes curled and handfuls of mud squished through their fingers. As Noel's hips accelerated, they let themselves moan louder, their breathing fast and ragged - nearly panting.

Finally, with one utterly adorable squeak, Noel plunged their head and hips deep into the smelly black swamp, letting their orgasm wash over him. After a few moments of collecting their bearings, Noel rolled over and wiggled down so that only their face was sort of visible above the surface. Feeling like they were floating, Noel stared at the blue sky through the leaves, watching them dance in the breeze. The silence of the mud surrounding their head made Noel smile. Ultimate peace and comfort. Glancing down, Noel watched the tip of their penis twitch just above the surface.

Noel slowly gathered their strength and sat up, mud sloughing down over their chest and back. It pooled in their lap. Noel grunted as they stood up, barely able to hear the mud dropping off them. Noel's smile widened, feeling their stockings slip down their legs under the weight of the mud. Noel deftly trudged through the mire to the stream, where the cool water stripped away the layers of muck. They sat in the stream, the cold water making them gasp in surprise. Noel pulled their stockings off, balling them up and tossing them back toward the fern with their clothes.

It didn't take too long to wash most of the mud from their body, the cool water lingering around their gentle curves. Noel giggled, scrubbing as mud from their hair as they could. The smell of Noel's swampy lover lingered all around. Finally shaking the water from as much of their body as they could, noel squelched back through the mud, now enjoying the feeling of the muck on their bare feet. Noel scooped up as many of their clothes as they could find, slipping their sock back on over their mucky feet. Striding back through the forest path, Noel's breath caught in their throat and the leaves softly caressed their naked body as though the whole forest was eager to feel Noel's warmth.

Once back at their home, set into the side of a large hill, Noel placed their clothes into a bin to take to the heavy-duty washer more easily. With any luck, their lingerie would stain, and they would have a nice reminder of this afternoon. Noel slipped their socks off as well and tossed them into the basket before putting on a pair of plastic flip-flops and heading off for a nice hot bath. With the wisdom of experience, Noel knew the strong swampy smell would stick around for at least another few days. Their favorite perfume.

Before stepping into the bath, Noel sent a text to their friend Erika; "I think you should come over for wine and fun next week. When are you free?" Setting their phone down, Noel climbed into the bath and sighed in delight as the warm water crept up their legs.