Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud.....

You gape. Your lower jaw drops and bounces off your chubby chest before being restrained by your chins. What was obviously a large castle hall has been turned into an indoor watering hole. Most of the floor is missing, replaced by a small lake. The water is fairly clear, but you can see rich, thick mud on the bottom. You are standing near the shallow end, which is practically lapping around your toes. From the way the colour darkens toward the other side, you can guess that it gets pretty deep. The water glistens at you tantalisingly.

Around the lake is ... landscape. It vanishes when it hits the stone walls, but until then you can see warm sand, some dense bits of scrub, and even a straggly tree or two. There isn't any means of illumination in the room, but all the same it's as bright as equatorial daylight.

And as hot. You idly wipe a plump hand over your snout, sluicing a sheet of sweat into the lake. Wow, hauling all your bulk around those corridors was obviously more work than you realised. Absently you rub your big belly, the source of that effort, and watch an enormous, reflected hippo do the same, making its belly bounce and jiggle comically. Its weight pulls at you, towards the mud-hole.

You blink more salt sweat from your eyes. That water sure looks ... refreshing. In the back of your mind, you feel the nagging worry that you should get out of this crazy place a.s.a.p. But would a dip be all that bad an idea?

What should you do now?

Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

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