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                               Messy Christmas

                   by Black Squirrel (December, 10th 1997)
                                (f/m, mud, qs)


Laurie  stood  before  her  wardrobe  and  looked  with  half-shut eyes at her
clothes. At the moment she only wore her sheer black underwear that she was up
to  cover  with  some nice looking outfit. One by one she took the pieces out,
held  it  onto  her  body and viewed the result in her big mirror. Finally she
ended  up with a white blouse, red jeans held by a small black belt and a pair
of  black  low-heeled  shoes. Her short brown hair was doing its best to stand
upright  from  her  head.  The  slim silver necklace and earring completed her
looks.  A  last  time  she  studied her reflection and decided that it was all
fine.  The  clock  said  half past seven; Steve would arrive in a few minutes.
Quickly  she  put  on  a  bit of her favourite perfume and went into the small
kitchen.  Swiftly  she  wrote  down some words to her roommate onto a piece of
scrap paper and lay it onto the table. Then the doorbell rang.

Curiously  Laurie peered out of the window. A blue sports car stood outside on
the  street  with the motor idling. She hurried to put on her black jacket and
checked  a  last  time her outfit, before she left her flat and approached the
waiting  young  man in the car. She opened the door and went aboard. "Hi!" she
said.

"Yeah,  hi,"  the  man answered. Then he pinned down the accelerator and drove
the  car  with  the motor loud roaring down the street. Laurie didn't even had
the  time  to  fasten her seat belt. "Y'look cute tonight," he said, when they
were on the main street crossing the small town.

Maybe  it  was  for  his rough nature or maybe for his winning smile, that she
felt  attracted to him. She had decided to at least try it out when he invited
her  to the movies tonight. As always he wore his blue jeans and a quite tight
fitting  tee-shirt under the leather jacket. "You too," she answered while she
tried  to  keep  her  voice calm during the fast ride. "Would you mind to slow
down a little? We won't be late anyway."

"Scared?" he grinned but actually decreased the speed a bit. "Don't worry. I'm
good  at  this." Indolently he held the steering-wheel with one hand while the
other  begun  slowly  sliding  up  and  down  her  thigh. But before she could
complain  he drew back and lay it onto the gearshift lever. Fortunately he was
busy looking at the street so he couldn't see her rolling with her brown eyes.
This was bound to become an interesting date for sure.

About ten minutes later they stopped before the small cinema. A big white sign
with  red letters said "December 23rd" and the name of the movie. They entered
the  hall  and  Steve  purchased  two  tickets. He possessingly wrapped an arm
around her waist and led her through the door into the semi-darkness behind.

During  the  movie  Steve  kept holding her at his side and at times he leaned
over  to  her,  whispering some comments to the scenes into her ear. Two times
she  had to put away a probing hand of his that somehow by accident stroke her
breasts.  She  really  longed for the end of this evening - the picture didn't
help  her cheering up either. She sighed softly and tried to make the best out
of this situation.

"Wow!  That  was great for sure!" Steve exclaimed, when they left the show. "I
never saw a movie with that much speed in it!"

Laurie wasn't at all excited but said, "Yeah, and I never saw such a number of
car  crashes  in  one  minute  before." She climbed into the car and this time
dealt  with  her  seat belt in time. A few minutes later they passed the small
park Laurie used to cross when she went shopping. A slight tickling spread out
in her body. "Steve, stop here, please."

"Why?" he asked, but yet pulled up alongside the street.

"I need a gasp of fresh air," she answered. "Do you want to come with me?" She
pointed through the window to the calm trees outside.

"Sure. Let's go." He got out of the car and waited for Laurie to join him. But
when he tried to pull her close, she resisted. "What's it? I won't bite you."

"Of  course  not," she said with an excusing smile. "But just let's walk for a
while, okay?"

Steve  took  a deep breath. "Well, just a walk, then." He obviously felt a bit
disappointed by the situation, just as Laurie was by the boring movie.

The  park  was  in  silence.  To both sides of the path the proud trees showed
their  leaves  and  consumed  the  faint  moon light. At this time of year the
nights  in  this  part of the country were cool but not chilly. Laurie enjoyed
the  walk  through  the  shadows,  although  Steve was constantly muttering to
himself.  She knew what he had in mind and she was up to give it to him but in
a  different  way than he would suspect. Slowly she led the way further on the
path  until  she  saw  the  spot  she was looking for. To Steve's surprise she
suddenly  turned  away from the trail and went on between the trees. "What the
... Laurie! Where are you going?"

"Just come and see," she replied smiling.

Puzzled  he followed her disappearing shape through the woods. For an instance
he  lost  sight of her but a minute later he saw her standing at the edge of a
small  clearing.  Her  chest  was moving strongly up and down as if she'd been
running.  He approached and reached out for her, but she lifted her hands in a
gesture  of  defence.  Slowly  she  stepped  out  of  her shoes and started to
unbutton  her  jeans.  All  the  time  she  looked into his eyes, studying his
emotions.  He  watched  in excitement while she dropped the red fabric and her
black  panty  showed  up. Laurie gave him a shy smile, took off her jacket and
opened  her  blouse.  Finally  she  stood in front of him with nothing but her
underwear.  Breathing  hard,  Steve  made  a step in her direction and lay his
hands  onto  her  waist. At this moment she strode backwards and felt her feet
sink  into  a  muddy  substance; a powerful sensation rushed up in her and she
moaned  softly.  With the mud's sucking sounds she moved on backwards, feeling
the firm but tender resistance of the mire at her feet.

"Laurie!  Watch it! You're standing in-" Steve started to caution when he felt
the mud encasing his shoes..

"I  know!"  she  said passionately. "Come with me, Steve! This will be great!"
She waved at him with her index finger.

He shook his head in disgust. "You must be crazy to think, I'd follow you into
that  stuff!"  Then  he  pointed  down  at  his  shoes. "Look at this! They're
ruined!"

"Get them off," she suggested. "It feels way better on your bare skin."

Steve  started  to laugh. "What kind of girl are you?" he asked. "You like it?
Getting  muddy  and  all wet with this stuff? Do whatever you want but keep me
off this."

"Believe me, it's really fantastic. Just come with me."

"Oh,  never!  You won't fool me, got it?" He gave her a violent push that sent
her  nearly  six  feet  backwards into the mud. At this spot the mire was much
softer  -  she  never would have gone there herself without a good rope handy.
Instantly  she  sunk  up to her hips and took a deep hissing breath as the goo
touched  her  crotch.  But Steve wasn't done yet. "If you love this as much as
you  told  me,  you  certainly won't mind your clothes getting messy, do you?"
With  a  sneer  he threw her clothes - shoes, trousers and all - into the mire
next  to  her where parts of them at once began to submerge. "You'll find your
way home yourself, I suppose. And not to forget: Merry Christmas - you creep!"

"Steve! Wait! I'm stuck!" she cried but he didn't care. A few moments later he
was  gone.  Laurie  looked down at her body; she was now chest-deep in the mud
and  could barely move. In another situation she may have enjoyed this feeling
but  now she knew she was in real danger. Although she wasn't sinking anymore,
there was no way of getting out of the muddy embrace by herself. "Oh, damn it,
Steve!"  she cursed. "Who's the creep in this outfit?" She would have accepted
it  if  he'd just said "no". Of course she knew that not every man liked muddy
situations.  But  treating her like this really wasn't necessary. Boiling with
rage  she  struggled  to  escape  -  this got her down by another inch and she
stopped.  Then she saw her jeans floating nearby - that is, the part remaining
over  the  surface. She reached out for it and tugged. Slowly the heavy fabric
emerged  and came free. Laurie pulled out the belt and flung the trousers onto
safe ground. Then she made a noose out of her belt and threw it at a root that
stuck  out  of the ground about five feet away. After several tries it finally
locked  and she pulled. It took her about fifteen minutes to extricate herself
from  the claiming mud. Panting and near to exhaustion she lay halfway on firm
ground  and  rested.  When  she  finally  left the pit completely her body was
mud-caked  from  head  to toe. She tried to wipe off as much of the stuff from
her  body  as  possible  and  put  on her former red jeans. The blouse and her
jacket  were  gone,  so she had to walk back home topless. Luckily the mud was
quite  dark and concealed her bareness while she set off for home. The air had
turned  a  bit  colder now; she felt the breeze on her damp skin and shivered.
When  she  finally  reached  her  small  flat - god bless the invention of key
chains tied to trousers' pockets - her head ached violently.

"Goodness!  My  dear!  What happened?" When Laurie entered the hallway she met
her  roommate  Jackie, who looked at her in disbelief. She took the muddy girl
with her into the bathroom and handed her a large blanket. Then she prepared a
hot tub of clear water. "Now, tell me!"

Jackie  knew  about her mud pit in the park - in fact she liked to play there,
too.  She  was  a member of a small local group, calling themselves the "Muddy
Bunch".  Occasionally  they met in the fens outside the town to talk, play and
have  some  fun.  She listened to Laurie's story and shook her head in dismay.
"What an asshole," she said while she helped her friend into the bathtub. "And
this with Christmas eve coming up. He really deserved punishment." She smiled.
"Talking  'bout Christmas; I received an invitation to the Messy-Xmas-Party of
the Bunch. Would you like to come?"

                                      *

After  the  hot bath she put herself to bed. Her head still ached and she felt
cold  shivers  running  down her body. To make things worse, her throat became
coarse.  She  only  hoped that she just had caught a cold. She wrapped herself
into the warm sheets and closed her eyes. Finally the sleep came and temporary
took away the pain.

The  next  day  she  felt  even  worse. Her nose was shut and a throbbing pain
filled  her  head.  While  she  tried  to  get  herself  in a more comfortable
position,  she  heard  a faint murmur coming from the hallway. It sounded like
Jackie, talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes,  she's  alright,  I  think. - You know, where it's supposed to be? - I'd
really  like  to see that! - This will be the right thing, I'm sure. - By five
p.m.?  -  Yes,  that's fine. Bye." Shortly after this, Jackie entered her room
quietly. "Laurie, honey," she said. "Are you awake?"

"More or less," Laurie answered weakly.

"How are you? It sounds as if you're ill."

"Just  caught  a cold yesterday, I think. I hope, I will get better during the
day." With slow motions she got up and staggered towards the bathroom.

"Come  for breakfast when you're done," Jackie called through the closed door.
"Meanwhile  I'll  set up the table. Brian of the Bunch just called. He told us
to be at the meeting-place by five."

But  after  she  had  eaten  a little Laurie still didn't feel like visiting a
party.  Her  body ached with every move she made and she was dizzy. So she lay
herself  onto her bed and listened to the soft music of her radio. In her mind
she  cursed  Steve  for being such an idiot. He really could have said that he
didn't  like  it  instead leaving her mired and half naked in the pit. /Forget
about  it,/ she thought. /I'll never meet him again. He's not worth it to make
up your mind for./

She  doze  off  for  a few hours until Jacky woke her. "Laurie! It's time. Get
up."

Laurie  opened  her  eyes  with  difficulty  and saw her roommate just leaving
through the door. She carefully rubbed her eyes and noticed, that her headache
had faded a little. So she rose and begun to dress up for the celebration. She
took  out a black dress, a pantyhose of the same colour and a pair of dark red
pumps. Then she put on some make-up to conceal her pale complexion and chose a
decent  lipstick.  From  time  to  time the girls looked at each other to make
suggestions  to  their  looks  until  they  finally  both were satisfied. At a
quarter  to five, they left their flat, got into Jacky's small car and set off
for the meeting place in the fen.

                                      *

Earlier that morning a young man opened his letterbox and found a folded piece
of  paper.  He  took  it  out  and read it on his way back into his flat. "New
Location,"  the  big letters read which entitled the short message below. "Our
Xmas-Party  has  moved  due  to some problems concerning the music volume last
year.  See  the  attached  map for details. Meeting time remains seven-fifteen
p.m."  Steve  laughed silently. He always had known that those low-brows would
make  trouble  one  day.  He  studied the map and decided, that it was quite a
deserted  place,  where  surely nobody would disturb them. Most of the way was
passable  by  car,  the remaining half mile led along a small forest path. /No
particular  problem,/  he thought, tossed the paper onto his kitchen table and
fixed his breakfast.

It  was  ten  minutes  to  seven  when he left his flat. He had dressed in his
favourite  party outfit - black leather pants, tight white muscle shirt, black
leather  jacket  in many places covered by rivets and dark brown biking boots.
His  hair was heavily styled and sunglasses rested on his nose. He entered his
car and drove off, the tires skidding on the warm asphalt of the street.

Steve  followed  the  map on the paper and finally reached the forest. About a
mile  further  he  saw  three  cars  standing alongside the road. This was the
place,  from  where he had to continue by foot. He parked his car and left for
the  small  path.  It  was  a dark and the sky was in clouds. Only very little
light  oozed  through the dense branches, so he put off his glasses. He walked
about five minutes until he suddenly heard someone calling his name out of the
forest to his left. "Steve!"

"Yeah! What's it?"

"This  way!  Over  here!"  Peering  through the plants he saw someone standing
about  a  hundred  feet  from him, waving a flashlight. He shrugged and turned
towards the figure who was waiting for him. The shrubs offered less resistance
but  he  took  extra  care  not  to  stain his clothes. Soon he stepped onto a
clearing  and  followed  the person who just entered the woods on the opposite
side  of  the open place. While he went he felt the ground quaking oddly under
his  feet but he went on, because he was nearly losing sight of the guide. But
when  he  reached  the  middle  of  the clearing one of his boots stepped into
emptiness.  Surprised he tried to keep his balance and put the other feet down
in front of him. Then he realized, that his legs refused to lift.

"Hey,  what  ..."  he  exclaimed  and  tugged  powerful at his feet. He felt a
strange  suction under the soles of his boots, that held them firmly in place.
They  would  move just the fraction of an inch upwards while pushing the other
leg  down much farther. The ground made soft rocking motions that corresponded
to  his  futile attempts of freeing himself. "Hey! Wait for me! I'm stuck!" he
called  but  the  other  person  didn't  seem  to  hear  him.  The rays of the
flashlight faded and soon weren't visible any longer. While he stared into the
darkness,  his  legs  had sunk in up to the top of his boots. When he felt the
slippery  goo  trickle  into  them  he panicked. This stuff must be quicksand!
You're to die in quicksand! He began to struggle in terror, pumped his legs up
and  down  to  get  them free, but it wasn't possible. The weight of his heavy
boots  drew  him  deeper  quickly and soon he was engulfed up to his knees. By
this  time  he  noticed movement around him. Two or three persons were walking
about  the  quicksand pit, fumbling with some tools in the dark. "Help me!" he
called at them. "I'm sinking!"

"That's  absolutely  correct," a voice answered. "That's what everyone does in
quicksand."  The  man  laughed.  "Just  keep cool and don't struggle too much.
You'd only make it worse for you."

Steve  was  perplexed.  "But you gotta help me, otherwise I'll drown! Shit! It
has my waist now!"

"I  doubt  that  you'll  submerge  completely.  Just  don't  move  too  much."
Unaffected  by  Steve's  harsh continuous cursing the four men kept on working
and after some time they disappeared.

Steve by this time was already stuck to his chest. Breathing had become a hard
thing  and  he  saved  his  air. His arms rested heavily on the surface of the
rippling mire and slowly went under, too. When he tried to lift them he caused
his  body  to  move down for an inch more. He stopped tugging like the unknown
man  had  told him and felt himself floating. The panic was slowly replaced by
anger.  Whoever was responsible for this mess he was led into, he was going to
pay it back once he got out here.

                                      *

Jacky  stopped  the car on a small parking ground. A few more cars were placed
there  already,  and  the sound of music reached their ears. Jacky led the way
along a narrow lane that led to a shed near an old deserted wooden building. A
hand-painted  banner  was  put over the entrance that said, "Messy Xmas 1997".
This  was the first time that Laurie went to the meeting place of the Bunch so
she was quite a bit nervous. It was the same feeling she had encountered, when
Jacky  had found out about her love for mud playing. Laurie had been extremely
relieved  to  hear  that  her  friend  was into this too. So why should she be
scared  now?  The  whole  Bunch  shared  most  of  her interests. But she just
couldn't help it getting more and more uneasy.

The  small  room  inside  the  shed  was  brightly  lit by colourful lamps and
electric candles. About ten or twelve guests were there, partly sitting on the
soft  cushions,  partly  dancing to the music that filled the air. A young man
turned  around  at  their  entrance  and approached them. "Hi, Jacky," he said
smiling. "And you must be Laurie, right? I'm Brian." He gave the girls a brief
hug  before pointing towards the roughly built bar on the opposite side of the
shed. "Get yourself a drink and have fun."

Laurie  was greatly impressed by the young man who obviously was the leader of
the  small  group.  He  stood around 6'3", had short brown hair and light grey
eyes.  She  felt attracted by his open nature that was so completely different
from the chauvinistic behaviour of a certain other man. While they enjoyed the
party  she tried to keep as close to him as possible without oppressing. Jacky
had  told  her  that  he hadn't got a girlfriend yet so she wouldn't start any
trouble.  When  they  finally  sat  together on one of the cushions and talked
about their muddy adventures, the clock said seven sharp.

"Have you ever been sinking in quicksand?" Brian asked her.

"Actually,  no,"  she  said, partly freed of her former shyness by alcohol and
his  proximity.  "Until  now  I've  been  in  deep  mud only. I don't know how
quicksand would feel."

He gave her a sly grin. "Way better than mud, I can assure you. If you like to
join us, you may have a try."

"Right now?" Laurie was surprised.

"Yes.  It's  part  of  our  joining rite. To have a sink in front of the whole
Bunch."  He  smiles  at  her  puzzled  glance. "Don't worry. You don't have to
undress or something like that. So, how about it? Do you dare?"

Laurie only thought for a few seconds - her mind spun about. "Of course I do!"

Brian  smiled  again and stood up. "Listen! Tonight we'll take in a new member
of  the  Bunch! Laurie wants to join us and is ready for sinking!" The rest of
the party guests turned at her and cheered. Laurie blushed and caught sight of
Jacky who hat put on a broad smile.

Brian  spoke  to  her  again.  "But  before you do this, we want to give you a
Christmas  present  -  as  a welcome to our community. Follow me and I'll show
you." He reached out his hand and rose.

Laurie  felt  like  dreaming when she put her hand into his and stood up, too.
Then  he  led  the  way  out  of the shed with Laurie at his side and the rest
followed.  In  the  meantime darkness had fallen onto the Land. The cloudy sky
concealed  the  moon  that may have provided some light more. She could barely
believe  what  was happening to her. It was kind of unreal; she knew the Bunch
for  approximately  two  hours  now, and yet they treated her like a princess.
Brian's  features  still  showed this sly smile and he guided her to the small
path, that led between the trees into the forest. She couldn't do anything but
enjoy  his company and follow the way he showed to her. They walked about five
minutes  until  the  wood  opened  up  to a clearing. Some shape in the middle
caught  her  eye but she couldn't make out, what it was. The people behind her
distributed  to  both  sides of the open space and grew silent. "Now look what
we've got for you," Brian announced. "We grant you this quicksand pit with all
its  contents  for  tonight." And at this moment eight flames blazed up around
the pit, burning on long torches stuck into the ground.

Laura  didn't believe her eyes when she saw the head of Steve in the middle of
the quicksand. He was rolling about his eyes in disbelief when he became aware
of  the  people  surrounding  him.  She  watched  a few moments in silence but
finally burst out in laughter. The great racer and lord of the road helplessly
mired  in  quicksand!  This  was  really  a  sight to see. The whole Bunch now
laughed  and somebody, whose name Laura didn't know, took out a length of rope
from behind his back.

"Now,  Laurie!"  Brian  said.  "The  pit with /all/ its contents is yours! You
decide  what to do with him. He deserves a punishment for the things he's done
to you."

Laurie  looked  back  to Jacky, and her friend winked. "Throw him the rope and
help him getting out," she finally said.

"That's all?" Brian seemed disappointed but yet amused.

"Yeah,  he's  taking  up  too  much space in there to provide me a comfortable
sink." That caused a burst of laughter amongst the group and the unknown young
man  threw  the rope at Steve. She watched in entertainment as Steve struggled
to  get his hands up to the surface. His head temporally submerged and then he
grabbed the rope. With help from two of the others he eventually managed it to
get out of the mire, covered from head to toe with slimy black goo.

"You  bitch! You'll regret that!" he screamed when he caught his breath again.
"All of you!"

"Shut up, you fool! You'd better don't get your hands on her again! Get lost!"
Steve  looked  like saying something but turned around instead and plodded off
into  the  woods.  "Well,  A  quite generous judgement, but a fair one," Brian
said.  "So,  what  do  you  want to do now? Remember: The Bunch has always got
spare clothes of all sizes."

Laurie  managed  a  smile  and looked into his eyes. "I think, I'll go for the
sink  now.  But  I also think, I won't go alone!" And with this she tossed off
her shoes and jumped into the pit while dragging the stupefied Brian with her.
With  a  loud  SPLOSH  they hit the surface of the mire and quickly sank up to
their  waists.  The  crowd  around  yelled in excitement. Laurie - now without
showing  any  sign  of shyness anymore - caressed Brian's strong chest and put
her  mouth  on  his.  Their  kiss  lasted  long and they didn't stop until the
quicksand had risen to their necks.

                                   The End