Hello! sorry part three took so long! this is actually part 3.1, and I'm hoping to get part 3.2 out soonish. This is a traditionally mud-focused adventure featuring Noel! I hope you enjoy despite the errors I probably made while rushing this out today XD
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It was a warm day in late spring. Maybe a bit too warm, actually, as little beads of sweat formed on Noel's forehead. They slowly picked their way through the forest, the soles of their feet blackening from the dirt of the small trail. Noel's sock snagged on a thorn, causing them to curse and stumble a bit. They'd had such luck so far, considering Noel had decided that morning that clothes were entirely overrated and left the house nude. Not a single cut or scrape. Thankfully the thorn hadn't pierced their sock, and was merely an inconvenience.

Noel pressed on, undeterred. They were in search of the holy grail of foresty mud. A few weeks ago, Noel had spotted a deep sinkhole toward the top of the muddy stream. Presumably, at the bottom of the sinkhole there could be a deep pit of mud. Scanning the trees around them, Noel took a deep breath. There was always that little tinge of nervousness around getting caught. After all, they weren't hard to spot with their pale skin standing out against the brown-and-green backdrop of the woods. Noel continued their hike, starting the uphill climb.

The birdsong was nearly deafening as Noel spotted their prize. A small but muddy stream was bubbling out of a steep hill. Tree roots created an arch around the mouth of the stream approximately two feet high. Noel strode over to the mouth of the stream, the chilly water enveloping their socked feet. They smiled, glancing down at the water trickling around their ankles, tickling the space between their toes. Stepping out, Noel scaled the hill to look for the sinkhole.

Upon coming to the top of the mound, they were greeted with the ideal sight. The dirt sloped away toward the hole, and at the bottom of the deep pit was what looked like a small pool of dark water. A smile crept across Noel's lips as they inspected the pit. Some dried leaves were floating on the surface of the water, spreading tiny ripples through the mostly stagnant water. Noel took a deep breath followed by a few steps back before running up and jumping down into the hole.

For a fleeting moment Noel was weightless. Their brown hair drifted around their head, tickling their cheeks and neck. The impact was softer than Noel had anticipated, and far deeper. In an instant the world had gone black. Noel's body tumbled through the deep mud before coming to rest on the bottom. Noel put their feet below them and pushed off the semi-solid bottom, clawing their way back to the surface. Noel broke the surface of the water and took a deep breath. Most of the water had been displaced or absorbed by the now very churned up mud, so very little was washed off their head. Noel grinned and felt the water trickle down their neck and face, carrying with it slushes of mud which dropped with a splash into the pool. Clearing their eyes, Noel looked around. They had fallen about 10 feet into the pit and could spot the stream exit about six feet away.

With their safe exit secured, Noel took a deep breath and dove back down into the mud. Their nose tingled with the stench of the mud. That deep stink of decaying leaves, grass, and stagnant water. The smell of the earth. Noel floated, motionless in the depths until their lungs burned for want of air. They emerged, breaking the surface once again as little more than a mass of filth. Their hair was plastered against their neck and back, so choked with slop that it was completely unrecognizable. Noel attempted to run their fingers through it, but was met only with some clumps of tangled hair separating from the others.

Noel giggled and plopped their hair back into the mud, pulling the rest of their body up into a lying position. They extended a leg up into the air which caused clumps of soft ooze to slip off, landing back in the pool with a squelch that reverberated around the pit. Noel wiggled their toes happily, their pure white smile the only part of them that showed through the heavy coating of filth.

Noel's hand slipped slowly over their body, pausing just long enough to linger over their nipple, its sensitivity accentuated by the grit of the mud. Noel's back tensed, drawing their head almost below the surface of the mud. Noel's hand slipped lower, their other hand following the path of the first. Passing over their belly, Noel's hands carved tracks through the filth, their pale flesh catching the sun as the sheen of dirty water glistened. Their hands eventually reached their prize - Noel's cock. Noel's hands slid softly over their shaft, a little coo escaping their lips as they plunged their head backward into the slop. With one hand gently teasing the head of their cock, their other slipped over their shaved balls, gently cupping them and squeezing. Tilting their head back up, watery slime sloughed off their face and plopped around their ears, sending echoing spasms through their mind.

Noel's hand began pumping up and down their cock, the mud acting as lube as their hips gently undulated the surface of the mud. Chilly rain pattered down around them, and a large drop landed square on the head of Noel's cock, which made them gasp, their legs snapping together and submerging their penis in the stinking mud. Noel returned to the floating position and their stroking accelerated. They slid their other hand below them and slipped two of their fingers inside themselves, moaning freely and not giving a jot who heard. With one hand thrusting and one stroking, Noel's legs twitched below the surface, sending quivers through the filth, which translated to quivers in Noel's mind. Their toes curled as their orgasm drew near, the wet fabric of their socks squelching in the space beneath their toes. After a few more moments, Noel thrust their fingers deeply inside them, pushing some of the mud in with them, and squeezing their shaft as they came hard. Their sperm splashed into the muddy puddles, merging with the dark water. Noel sunk below the surface, rolling over and delighting in the weightlessness as their orgasm shook their body. As they surfaced, they let their mouth fill with the mud, the sour taste and stink coating their tongue. They let the muck spill out a moment later, but grinned a mucky brown-and white smile. Every part of Noel reeked of the swampy slime, as they basked in the warm afterglow of orgasm, letting themselves sink back into a lying position.

Their mind slipped into deep relaxation as they floated, gently swishing their legs through the ooze. Their nose was full of the overpowering aroma of long dead leaves and dirt. The swampy smell hung thick in the air and Noel knew it would hang thickly around them for some time to come. Comfortable and safe, Noel closed their eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep, having found a new favorite bed. Their mind swam with a very particular dream...