Arc 1: Part 1 - A Sewer Shortcut

Morty sighed and followed, cringing as his boots squished into the muck after his friends.

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The Long Way to Somewhere ~ Chapter 1

A constant, pervasive stench simmered within the back of his nostrils as well, the familiar aroma of stagnant mud, airless muck, and rich verdancy all around, halfway between the stink of rot and the swelling breath of life. and he _loved_ it.

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Mr.Htaed

He looked around in the dimly light of his prison cell seeing the same peeling, muck covered walls and the small window with bars on the inside. "glad to see you finally woke up."

The Furry Dead Chapter XIV - Pressure

The panicked horse pushed on, its passing flinging a veritable wall of muck and slime in their wake.

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Dragon on girl

The dragon slaked its hips into me so hard its knot slid right in and tied him to me.the dragon filled me up with so muck cum i thought i would get a baby.

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Del Sarto of the Dragons: The Fairy Dragon

He rolled over in the muck and water left in the pool and slinked over and around. when he climbed up the hillside he darted after the fairy dragon back toward the caves.

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Of Heart and Stone

Two dance, muck flings. knives fly, swords slash. staff swings, lights flash. hands join, hope soars. fears fade, wraith falls eyes meet, souls sing.

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The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter II

The brother's footpaw slid on something in the muck, and tomasj's blade found its eye, squelching through the gooey eye and into its skull.

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Libby's Golden Goos

The stick created a small ripple in the muck as it landed with a wet plop. what remained quickly vanished into nothingness before going still again.

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Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 10

He turned back and hurried along towards his own tent, as fast as he dared in the slippery muck. but even with all his attention focussed on the task at hand, he couldn't keep one last thought from entering his mind.

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The Note (aka The Grand Delusion)

I have always desired to be part of something bigger than myself, but from all sides i find the rising muck of unintelligible miasma to be choking - suffocating - debilitating - deathly despairing. i blame myself, as i always have.

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Of Questions and Unwanted Answers

"those 'usual channels' are often filled with muck, swift," says brighteye, trotting in from outside.

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