FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Second Wind

Sean woke slowly, squinting against the late morning sun as he opened his eyes. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply. Even though he had scrubbed thoroughly with the best de-skunking remedy he could find, he still smelled faintly of skunk. He grinned. He probably smelled more strongly than he realized, but he expected he was too used to the smell to really notice by now. He rolled over to smile at the source of his new cologne, and his smile faded. Leona wasn't there.

Sean got up, his body protesting. He ached from straining against his bonds last night. He wondered where Leona was. Maybe she had had second thoughts about their relationship once the afterglow faded. She had been more than a little reluctant to indulge Sean's skunk fascination, after all. He shook his head. He was probably worrying too much. His curvy maybe-girlfriend had seemed to enjoy skunking him once she really got going. He pulled on some athletic shorts and went downstairs to look for her.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Leona called cheerfully from the sofa. Sean smiled broadly at her, relief sweeping away his worries. The buxom skunk woman was wearing his robe, although it wasn't really suited to containing her lush curves. Sean's eyes lingered over her pale cleavage and thick thighs. Her tail lay along the sofa beside her, and an empty bowl was on the coffee table, holding only slight rust-colored streaks to hint at what it had contained. "I was hungry, so I helped myself to some leftovers," she told him. "After all, you can't expect me to get a second wind without fueling up, if you know what I mean." She winked.

Sean came over and sat down beside her. He could see now that it had clearly been last night's baked beans in the bowl - a lot of last night's beans, judging from the sauce smeared all the way to the rim. "You, uh..." Sean ventured, but he wasn't sure how to continue. He cleared his throat and peeled his eyes away from the bowl to look at Leona's lovely face. The corners of her eyes were crinkled with a smile, but she didn't say anything, letting Sean flounder. "Just beans?" he finally asked.

Leona nodded, her long, silky hair shifting gently against the terrycloth robe. Sean found his eyes straying to the gleaming swath of white that stood out so clearly against her raven hair. "Just beans," Leona confirmed. "I would have thought you'd approve. You certainly seemed to enjoy the effects last night."

Sean met her eyes again and blushed. "I certainly did," he agreed softly. "I just wasn't sure if you'd..." he shrugged, leaving the rest of the thought unspoken.

Leona chuckled, making her ample breasts jiggle gently. She leaned forward, her face close to Sean's. "You weren't sure if I'd be willing to fart in your face again?" she completed for him. Sean nodded, his blush returning. He felt the front of his shorts starting to tent as the thought made his dick spring to life. Leona reached down and caressed his crotch, making his growing hard-on twitch. "It seemed to excite you," she purred, "and I have plans for your cock today. I figured the best way to get what I want is to have you sniff my gassy ass. Am I right?" She stood and let her robe fall open, revealing her large, bare breasts.

Sean nodded again and grinned. "Absolutely," he agreed. He stepped forward and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. Her large nipples perked up, rubbing against his bare chest. Leona giggled, and Sean broke the kiss to give her a quizzical look.

"You stink," Leona teased, wrinkling her nose prettily.

"And whose fault is that?" Sean griped, smiling back at her.

"That would be your fault," Leona pointed out, tapping his chest with one finger. "You out and out insisted that I skunk you repeatedly," she reminded him. "I was going to let you off with just a single shot, especially after I saw you choking and wheezing behind me."

"I'm glad you didn't," Sean murmured. "That was amazingly hot."

Leona chuckled. "Imagine my surprise when I found out I enjoyed spraying you." She grinned hugely. "Although nowhere near as much as you seemed to enjoy being on the receiving end, it seems," she added.

Sean kissed her again, hard. Leona chuckled through her nostrils, but returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Sean tweaked one of her nipples, and she gasped softly. "So do you mind that I stink?" Sean asked her.

Leona shook her head. "Surprisingly enough, I kind of like it," she admitted. "It's a reminder that everything about me seems to turn you on."

"You got that right," Sean agreed with a leer. He started kissing his way down her neck and across one breast. He lingered, flicking his tongue across her nipple and making her arch her back. But then Leona pushed him away, and Sean looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing at all," Leona assured him with a sly smile. "But I might not limit myself to farting," she told him. "We should probably go back to the garage."

Sean grinned hugely and took her hand, leading the way eagerly to the garage. He jerked open the side door, and they both took an involuntary step back as the stink of skunk washed over them. It wasn't as strong as it had been the night before, but it was definitely more potent than the aroma that clung to Sean. He turned to Leona, whose face was scrunched up. "I guess spraying down the area with the de-skunking remedy didn't work as well as we'd hoped," he ventured carefully.

Leona shook her head. "I figured it wouldn't," she told him, "but I've never had to deal with a skunked area the day after. That's nasty," she complained.

Sean turned aside and led her into the back yard, which was enclosed by a high hedge. "Maybe open air would be better this morning," he told her, with a little regret.

"Sorry," Leona apologized. "Maybe once I'm more used to this, I'll be willing to play in a closed-up room that stinks of skunk so that you can enjoy the smell," she suggested, "but I'm going to have to work up to it." Then she grinned. "Besides, I don't want the smell of skunk spray to upstage my gas this morning."

Sean laughed. "Then it's a good thing the people who owned this place before me were so focused on the yard." There was a large, cushioned outdoor sofa beside a little stone pond in the yard, situated to admire the landscaping.

"Nice," Leona agreed. "But won't your neighbors object if a skunk lets loose in your yard?"

Sean shrugged. "There's a freeway to one side, and a cemetery to the other," he reminded her. "No one's all that close, even though I'm in the city." He eyed her carefully. "And what do you mean, 'if'?" he demanded.

Leona laughed. "I told you I might not limit myself to farting," she reminded him. "I think it will be more exciting if you have to wonder whether or not I'm going to spray you."

Sean smiled. "Fair enough," he conceded. He coaxed her onto the sofa and opened her robe. "Now where was I?" he mused. He kissed her breasts again, and Leona mashed his face into her abundant cleavage. Before long, he continued downward. He kissed his way across her belly, which was softly rounded but not so prominent as her ample breasts. As he made his way further down, he detoured to the side, kissing and nibbling the inside of each of her thick, strong thighs. His hands caressed her broad hips and his fingertips tickled at her plump buns.

Leona spread her legs and grabbed them behind her knees with both hands. She smiled down at Sean. "Don't stop now," she urged, a little breathlessly. Sean slid his tongue between her pussy lips, making her gasp in delight. He licked eagerly, relishing the tangy taste of her juices. She was wet and rapidly getting wetter. He swirled his tongue around a few times and then flicked the very tip of it against her clit.

Leona moaned, encouraging Sean to lick harder at her clit. But then her insides made a loud, rumbling gurgle. He paused and looked up at her with a questioning expression. Leona smirked at him. "Sounds like you'd better move around to the back door," she quipped. She pulled her knees up closer to her chest, exposing her asshole to view. "I wouldn't want you to miss out."

While Sean watched, Leona's pucker clenched for several seconds and then relaxed. He shifted further downward and rested his chin on her fluffy tail, which hung down in front of the sofa. With his nose brushing lightly against her pussy lips, he slipped his tongue up her ass.

"Oh, yes!" Leona gasped. "That feels wonderful!" Sean made no answer, but wriggled his tongue in her rear passage. "I had breakfast a couple hours ago," she panted, her voice sounding a little strained. "If you'd made me wait any longer, I'd have had to come wake you up," she confessed. "I don't think I can hold back any longer."

Sean's heart raced. He thrust his tongue as deeply inward as he could reach. A moment later, he felt Leona's asshole flex, letting him reach even deeper as she pushed. A long, rippling gusher of gas filled his mouth, the sound softened by his tongue. An acrid, pungent flavor filled his mouth and the swampy stink wafted up to fill his nostrils. Sean gagged. He was still amazed at how potent his girlfriend's gas was, even after she had explained how her skunk genes made it that way. She could have cleared a tent full of marines with one fragrant release, and she had just blasted that foulness right into his mouth and down his throat. Reflex made him want to pull his face away, but he doggedly resisted. He grabbed Leona's broad hips and gripped them tight, pressing his mouth firmly against her tailpipe. He started to lick again, ignoring the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. His dick sprang fully erect, straining at the front of his loose shorts.

"That is hotter than it has any right to be," Leona gasped. "I just love the feel of your tongue in my bottom, and the fact that you like what I just did to you is nasty!" she giggled. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting Sean rim her thoroughly. After a few moments, there was another gurgle from her midsection. She opened her eyes and raised her head. "Do you want me to do it again?" she asked, wiggling her hips just a bit.

"Mmm-hmm!" Sean answered, not wanting to take his tongue out of her.

"Are you sure?" Leona persisted, her eyes shining. "Do you really want me to fart right in your mouth?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Sean repeated, thrusting his tongue deep inside her ass.

"Last chance," Leona panted. "All you have to do is take your tongue out of my ass. If you don't, I'm going to gas you hard." She waited a few moments, and her insides rumbled again. But Sean just kept licking, his lips pressed firmly against her ass. "Then show me how much you love it this time," the skunk girl purred. "I want to hear you breathe it in."

Sean exhaled slowly, emptying his lungs. Leona grunted, pushing hard. Her rank, warm fart burst into Sean's mouth, forcing itself down his throat. The stink filled his airways and made his throat clench. Sean fought his gag reflex and inhaled as hard as he could, his mouth wide open.

Leona's noxious gas filled Sean's lungs, and he pulled his head back, coughing hard. The stench was more intense than any fart should have been, and tears leaked slowly from the corners of his eyes. Leona grunted again, and Sean's eyes bulged as he watched her asshole flex outward. She farted again, releasing a puff of foul-smelling gas in his face with such force that it actually moved his hair a little.

"Was that too much for you?" Leona asked. Her voice sounded concerned, but she was clearly fighting a losing battle against a big smile. "If it was, you'd better get out of the way," she warned. "I feel another one coming, and I'm not going to hold it in."

Sean fought his coughing down and leaned forward. He pressed his nose against Leona's asshole. Then he took a long, slow sniff. As soon as he started, Leona let loose, filling his nostrils with a warm, hissing SBD. Sean kept inhaling, sniffing in as much of the foul aroma as he could. The rank, earthy fragrance was laced with more than a hint of skunk, and he savored the smell even as it made him grimace.

Sean exhaled explosively through his mouth, then immediately sniffed Leona's asshole again. "Oh!" the skunk woman gasped. "You want more? Let me see if I can..." She bit her lower lip and her asshole flexed outward, but nothing came out. Sean blew out another breath and sniffed again. Leona wiggled her hips, her asshole rubbing against his nose, clenching and flexing. Her belly gurgled again, but still she didn't fart. Encouraged by the sound, Sean sniffed again, as hard as he could. Leona let out a tiny whimper through her nose and pushed out a massive, warbling fart that filled Sean's sinuses with a pungent, earthy stink.

Sean leaned back, coughing intermittently. Leona panted, her eyes shining. "Wow!" she gasped. "You are a real glutton for punishment." She slowly lowered her legs and rested her feet on the floor.

Sean smiled at her. "And do you like dishing out said punishment?" he asked her.

Leona smirked and nodded. "I actually do," she admitted. "It feels so... so dirty!" She shivered and licked her lips. "And I know how hard it makes you," she added with a leer at Sean's rock-hard erection. "So are you ready to put that cock to work now?" she purred.

Sean gave her a lopsided smile. "Not quite yet," he admitted. Leona looked at him quizzically, and he leaned forward again. "I'm not done rimming you."

Leona gave him an impish smile. "Far be it from me to discourage you from sticking your tongue up my ass," she said, "but I think I'm out of gas." She smirked. "Besides, I think you've licked everything you can reach."

Sean shook his head gently. "Not quite everything," he told her.

Leona stared at him blankly for a moment. Then her eyes went wide. "You mean you want to lick my...?"

Sean nodded. "That's exactly what I mean," he assured her.

"I..." Leona blurted. "Oh, my." She wriggled on the couch, her breasts shifting distractingly. "I've never had anyone do that before," she admitted. She looked Sean in the eyes. "I never met anyone who would be crazy enough."

Sean shrugged. "Well, now you have," he told her. "So what do you think?"

Leona bit her lip. "I think it might feel really good," she admitted. "I like to rub them with my finger," she confessed, blushing brightly. Then she laughed. "And I think you're really going to regret it."

"Maybe," Sean answered, but he didn't sound as though he believed it. "There's only one way to find out."

"Nasty boy!" Leona accused with an enormous grin. She promptly pulled her knees up to her chest again.

"Show them to me," Sean urged her, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's your funeral," Leona told him. She puckered her asshole outward, her brow knitting in concentration. Then the tips of her sprayers peeked into view. "I can't promise I can hold them like that safely," she warned Sean. "One good clench and I might let go."

"You already told me skunks don't spray accidentally," he reminded her.

Leona raised her eyebrows. "I did," she admitted, "but I've never tried to stick out my stinkers for an extended period, either. The longest I've ever had them in view was right before I skunked you last night. We might learn something new about just how much control I have - or how little."

Sean leered at Leona. "I'm willing to take my chances," he assured her.

"You're a madman," Leona told him, "but you're my madman. I guess you'd better get to licking."

"I guess I'd better," Sean agreed. He leaned in and brushed his tongue lightly across the very tips of Leona's weaponry. The skunk girl shivered and let out a little mewling sound. Sean grimaced. Her 'stinkers' tasted bitter and acrid, an echo of the dauntingly vile flavor of her spray. That wasn't enough to deter him, though, and he started licking gently.

Leona's body shuddered, her breasts and belly quaking gently. "Holy fuck!" she gasped, her voice shaky. "That feels amazing!"

Encouraged, Sean gradually started licking harder, his tongue slowly gaining speed. Leona moaned, her body writhing against the sofa cushions as she fought to keep still enough to keep her asshole at Sean's mouth. Sean had to shift his head up and down, back and forth, but he had no trouble keeping his tongue in contact with those dire, fleshy nubs. He lapped eagerly, pressing them this way and that. Leona's moans grew louder and she gripped her legs hard, holding her knees against her chest.

On a sudden impulse, Sean stabbed his tongue up Leona's asshole. The skunk woman shrieked and trembled. Sean darted his tongue into her rear passage repeatedly, pausing now and again to flick his tongue across the tips of her sprayers. With his tongue inside her, he could just make out two bulbous masses pressing in from either side. He fluttered his tongue hard between them.

Leona screamed at the sky, her entire body clenching. Her artillery went off, gushing fountains of acrid, oily musk that filled Sean's mouth to overflowing. Sean jerked his head back and twisted to the side, slumping forward onto his hands and retching. Another oily geyser splashed against the side of his face, drenching him from the crown of his head to his jawline with Leona's reeking anal perfume. The stench of skunk clawed at his nostrils, and the bitter taste of skunk coated his tongue, his teeth, his gums, his cheeks, his palate, and the back of his throat. His stomach clenched and churned, his throat spasming. Acrid fumes tore his breath away, and yet still managed to fill every last bit of his airways.

Sean was still gagging and spitting long after Leona's scream subsided. When he finally managed to expel as much of the foul invader as he was going to be able to, he looked up weakly at his assailant. Leona was wearing a contented smile, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead and her breasts rising and falling as she gradually caught her breath. "Wow!" she panted. "That was amazing!" She gave Sean a searching look. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Sean nodded. "My own fault," he rasped, his voice barely intelligible. He cleared his throat and grimaced again at the vile taste that filled his mouth. "I guess we know how far your control goes now," he wheezed. He wiped at the side of his face, but only smeared the potent-smelling musk around.

"No," Leona said in a tiny voice, her lips pursed and her eyes sparkling. "I did that on purpose," she admitted.

"What?!" Sean croaked, his eyes wide. He started to chuckle, but it quickly turned into a cough.

Leona smirked at him. "I wondered what it would feel like to spray as I came," she explained. "It felt fantastic."

Sean wrestled his cough into some semblance of control. "Well, it smelled awful," he griped.

"It did," Leona agreed, wrinkling her nose at him, "and it does. Tell me you hated it."

"Touché," Sean conceded. He eyed Leona's voluptuous, naked form. "And now it's time to start making good on my promise of two weeks of sexy time." He stripped off his shorts and started to move toward her.

"Hold it, Bucko!" Leona said with a laugh, halting Sean with an outstretched hand. "You stink way too badly for me to be willing to do this face to face." She turned around and knelt on the sofa, bracing her hands and shoulders on the back of it. She raised her tail and thrust out her plump backside. "You stay behind me."

A broad grin spread across Sean's face. "Oh, the sacrifices I make," he teased her. He gazed fondly at her booty. It was perfectly shaped, her buns mouth-wateringly round.

"Shut up and fuck me, stinky boy," Leona purred.

Sean stepped up behind her and gripped his shaft with one hand. He planted the other on Leona's big, curvy rear and guided his tip to her pussy. Without another word, he slid deep into her tunnel.

Leona gasped softly and pushed back against him. She looked back over her shoulder with a hungry expression. "Fuck me hard," she hissed.

Sean immediately started thrusting his hips, hard and fast. He plunged deep into Leona, over and over. The chubby skunk's buns rippled with each firm slap of flesh, and she moaned her approval. Sean grabbed her buns firmly with both hands and spread them wide. Leona lifted her tail further forward over her back to give Sean an unobstructed view. That black-and-white plume shivered with each thrust, but Sean had little attention to spare for it. His eyes were on Leona's back door.

"I see where you're looking," Leona accused with a breathless smile. She slammed back against him for a few more strokes before she continued. "Does it turn you on to be behind the skunk girl you're fucking?"

Sean nodded jerkily. "Hell, yes," he grunted.

"Does the danger excite you?" Leona hissed. Her tail fur fanned out, drawing Sean's attention for a moment.

He nodded again. "It really does," he admitted, breathing hard. "I think I'm gonna..." His voice trailed off and he bit his lip.

"No!" Leona snarled suddenly. Her asshole flexed outward and her sprayers spat out a cloud of fine, reeking mist that engulfed Sean and coated his entire front with a slippery, golden sheen that reeked to high heaven.

Sean staggered back in shock, his cock sliding out of Leona's pussy. He had been breathing so deeply that he inhaled a horrifying amount of the skunk woman's anal perfume, and he dropped to his knees, wheezing desperately. He struggled to breathe, and every breath stank mightily. He stared at Leona in shocked confusion, his eyes stinging and watering. He opened his mouth to speak, but choked on the effort.

"It's too soon for you to cum," Leona explained, answering his unspoken question. "I'm not done with your cock yet, and if you cum, we'll have to take a break while you recover."

Sean wanted to point out that he was going to have to take a few minutes to recover anyway, but he didn't have the breath to argue.

Leona grimaced. "I feel bad about interrupting you that way," she admitted, "but only a little." She gave Sean a fierce grin. "After all, you admitted you like the danger. If anything, that little spritz is going to guarantee that you stay hard for me."

Sean smiled and shook his head slowly. She was right, of course, not that he would consider that cloud of stench 'a little spritz'. He was no longer on the threshold of an orgasm, but his cock strained mightily. "Point," he managed to choke out. Even outside, the overpowering stench made it difficult for him to breathe.

"So here's a little puzzle for you," Leona said. "Your girlfriend is a skunk who knows you have a fetish for stinky skunk butts." She grinned. "Furthermore, she insists that you stay behind her." She wiggled her broad, round rump, drawing Sean's attention to her business end. "So at any moment, she might do this!" She leaned back and sprayed another cloud of fine mist that billowed over Sean and hung in the air around him. He gagged and hacked as his body reacted to another wave of skunk scent. He blinked his stinging eyes rapidly, trying to keep her in focus and concentrate despite the vile smell that clawed its way up his nose and down his throat.

"At the same time," Leona continued, "she insists that you fuck her." She wiggled her rear again, making Sean's dick twitch. "Now, you might not mind getting skunked in the middle of sex," Leona pointed out, "but an interruption that powerful will make it very difficult for you to reach an orgasm of your own." She smirked. "As I think we've demonstrated." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "So what are you going to do?"

Sean just stared at the gorgeous skunk girl, feeling like he was trying to think through a thick fog. He chuckled to himself. A thick, stinky fog, he amended. It was a good question. What was he going to do? He furrowed his brow, concentrating. More importantly, what was she trying to get him to do? He stared at her ample, hazardous ass, mesmerized. Finally, an answer occurred to him. He smiled and got slowly to his feet, still breathing raggedly. If he was wrong, he was likely to end up stinking even worse, if that could be possible. He grinned at Leona. That wasn't such a bad fate to tempt, in his opinion.

"Well?" Leona prompted him, grinning back over her shoulder.

Sean said nothing. He just stepped forward, reached out, and gave one meaty bun an echoing smack.

"Ow!' blurted Leona. Her brows lowered in a scowl, but she was smiling. "You keep that up and you'll find out what happens when you spank a skunk," she growled, but she sounded more eager than angry. She thrust her butt out further and her asshole started to pucker.

Sean filed that tidbit of information away for future reference. Spanking Leona wasn't what he had in mind, after all. But she had reacted the way he had hoped. He grabbed his shaft with one hand and her butt with the other, then guided his tip forward and prodded at her back door.

"Oh!" Leona gasped, her eyes shining. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" She bit her lip, her arms tense against the back of the couch.

"It might be a very bad idea," Sean admitted, his voice rasping. "But I won't exactly object if it is," he pointed out. He thrust forward slowly. There was a moment of resistance as Leona clenched her asshole briefly. But then she relaxed, and he slid his cock gently up her ass.

"It's about fucking time," Leona groaned, pressing her ass back against him.

"What?" Sean blurted.

Leona gave a little snort. "I offered this last night, remember? When you were trying to convince me to spray you." A chuckle burbled in her throat. "I've wanted you to fuck me in the ass since the first time I kissed you," she confessed.

"I, uh..." Sean gulped. "Wow!"

Leona grinned. "Damn right," she growled. "You'd better say 'wow'."

Sean started thrusting, slowly and carefully. He really wished he'd had some lube. What was left of Leona's pussy juices on his shaft wasn't really enough to let the two of them slide properly.

"Not slippery enough," Leona grunted, as if reading his mind. She gave him a predatory grin over her shoulder. "Remember what I said about bad ideas?" she reminded him.

"I could--" Sean started to offer, knowing he had lube inside. But he never completed his sentence. Leona's asshole clenched, and he felt fire all along the shaft of his cock. He cried out in surprise and pain, but he was suddenly sliding much more easily up her rear passage. Sean's eyes bulged. His dick gleamed golden as he slid partway out of her, and stinging, tingling trails of oil oozed down his crotch to his inner thighs. He paused in shock as he realized Leona had sprayed while he was stuffed inside her.

But Leona had no patience for Sean's surprise. She thrust backward, impaling herself on his shaft and thumping her buns against him. Sean shook his head and refocused. Despite the almost intolerable burning, the skunk spray made them wonderfully slippery. He started thrusting, hesitantly at first but quickly gaining vigor. It wasn't long before he was pounding her ass as hard as he could, and Leona was meeting his strokes with equal fervor.

The aroma of skunk filled Sean's lungs with every panting breath he took, and Leona's asshole squeezed his cock magnificently. He suspected he wasn't going to last long, despite the earlier interruption to their frolic. He wondered briefly what Leona would do about that, but she seemed even more aroused than he was. Her back was bucking and writhing as she slammed back against him, her wails spiking to a higher pitch at the end of each stroke.

Sean remembered how vigorously Leona had reacted to having her scent glands licked, and he realized that fucking her in the ass probably felt even better for her. He tried to pay attention to every part of her as they fucked, in an effort to keep his attention off the fire along his dick that threatened to make him erupt at any moment. He watched the fur that trailed up her spine from the base of her tail, tapering away completely between her shoulder blades. He watched her shivering, twitching tail. Leona tossed her head, the white streak gleaming in her long, raven tresses. Her pendulous breasts slapped forward and back, her buns and thighs rippling with each impact. Sweat glistened on her pale skin. Her eyes were closed, but Sean focused on recalling their exact shade of gray. He gripped her wide hips hard, his fingers squeezing and kneading. He inhaled deeply, relishing the rank, acrid scent of her spray that was still so potent that it made him wheeze.

But finally, Sean felt his orgasm growing near. He knew he couldn't delay it any further. He opened his mouth to warn Leona, but she cried out, wailing loudly and trembling. Sean kept thrusting, and Leona's fingertips went white from gripping the sofa so hard. A half-dozen strokes later, he erupted inside her, spewing his cum up her ass. Leona let out one last, pinched-sounding wail and slumped forward, her arms going limp.

Sean slid out of the skunk girl's ass and sat down on the cushion beside her with a thump. Leona pivoted and laid back against him, panting heavily. "Fuck yeah!" she gasped. "That felt amazing!"

Sean nodded and leaned his cheek against the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her soft waist. "Damn right," he agreed. "Although I must admit, you surprised the hell out of me. Skunk spray really burns down there."

Leona chuckled. "That's your own fault," she teased. "I offered anal last night. You should have had lube handy today. But you didn't, so I had to supply what I had." She chuckled again, and Sean watched her breasts jiggle gently. She waved a hand limply in front of her face. "You reek," she complained.

Sean laughed shallowly. "You do too, now," he pointed out. "You're leaning against my front."

"Ew!" Leona griped, but she didn't get up. Then she sighed. "I guess we'll both have to clean up this time," she said. She craned her neck so she could look back at Sean. "Later," she added. She snuggled in against him. "First you need some food," she told him.

"Before we clean up?" Sean asked in surprise.

Leona nodded. "You need your strength," she informed him. "You promised me two weeks as my sex slave, remember?" She looked up at the sun. "It's barely noon. Slaves don't get the afternoon off. I expect you to lavish attention on me."

Sean smiled. "I can live with that," he told her. "Mini-me is yours for as long as I can get him to rise to the occasion."

Leona quirked an eyebrow at him. "Mini-me had better watch out," she warned. "If he doesn't want to 'rise to the occasion' I'll have to make him rise." She smiled lazily. "Understand?"

Sean nodded. "I've created a monster," he griped.

Leona shrugged. "I'm just taking advantage of the situation as I found it," she said. "After all, you're the one who railroaded me into stinking up your face. It's not my fault for noticing that it makes you hard."

Sean cleared his throat. "Fair enough," he mumbled. He shifted his hips. Leona was right. Even the thought of her getting fragrant was making his hard-on start to stir to life again. She could get him going any time she wanted to. Then he started laughing softly.

"What?" Leona asked.

"I was just thinking," Sean told her, "that this is a classic case of 'be careful what you wish for.'" He kissed the top of her head. "And I couldn't have made a better wish if I'd tried."

Leona snuggled against him, hugging his arm against her middle. "You're sweet," she told him. "And... I'm glad you talked me into indulging your fetish."

"Good," Sean said, softly but firmly. "Does that mean you're going to go easy on me?"

Leona shook her head. "You wouldn't want me to," she pointed out. "You want me to stick my fat ass in your face and stink you up mercilessly." She leaned her head back to look up at Sean, her long hair dangling down into his lap. "Don't you?" she demanded.

Sean nodded, then leaned down to kiss her. Leona stopped him with a finger on his lips. "You have skunk spray on your face," she reminded him, her nose wrinkling.

"Kiss me anyway," Sean urged her.

"Ew!" Leona protested, but she didn't try very hard to push him away as he leaned down and gave her a kiss. She giggled and wriggled for a moment, then melted into his embrace.

It was a long, heartfelt kiss.