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Krys quirked a brow as she watched the fox leave out through the front doors of the club. She couldn't help but chuckle as she saw the state he was leaving in. "God...damn, Ravage must be breaking in a new one already." She muttered under her breath with a soft moan. The possum shivered as she began to think of all the fun that had lead up to the fox looking like that. Her large ears began to twitch as she began to pick up on some chatter behind her.

"Yeulcch, are they just letting in any old riff-raff into this place now? I thought this was a high-class establishment." A well-dressed lapine commented from behind where Krys stood. The possum gave an agitated flick of that large tail of hers. The bunnies elegant Labrador friend scoffed as she turned her head towards the bunny with a turned-up nose.

"Now, I may enjoy filth as anyone else darling, but she looks as though she not only lives the lifestyle, but works in it as well!" she laughed in that rather posh manner. Krys glanced over her shoulder at the two socialites with a snort. The bunny squinted at her and gave a rude wave of her hand.

"Excuse you!" shouted the bunny as she fired off an angry glare to the curvaceous possum. Krys snickered a bit as she blew a kiss back to the two high society girls. The bunny grimaced a bit and shook her head. With a chuckle, the Labrador leaned in close and whispered something to the lapine.

"Maybe she is here to clean up after, that would explain her attire" she snickered. Krys perked her ears as the comment rang in her ears, 'Clean up huh?' she thought as she reached down and snapped her seat-belt off. She grunted a bit as she wrestled with those tight black jeans of hers. She yanked then down, exposing that thick rounded ass of hers. Her large tail lifted up to flop over her shoulder, exposing that musky, hairy purple anus of hers.

"Here's your clean-up!" she called out with a laugh. She reached back and spread her cheeks wide with a loud grunt. She bit her tongue with a devilish grin. The two woman looked in a mix of arousal and horror as that slimy donut of hers began to quiver. "Hnggg!"

"W-what are you doing?" the Labrador called out as she tried to back up. She found herself pressed against a solid wall of patrons behind her. Krys chuckles and squat down just a little bit as her tailhole yawned open ever so slightly. After a few moments, Krys blurted out a festering blast of foul air aimed right at the two. The scent was quite rancid and musky, with extremely sour notes. The two-woman wretched as the earthy, decaying aroma wafted into their nose.

"Ohh, I am not done with you yet!" she smirked. Krys took a second to clench her pucker, feeling her stomach gurgle in protest at the torrent that was building on the inside of it. Krys grunted as she fought to hold it back, knowing how gnarly it was going to be once she finally released it. The bunny shrieked out, and hid behind her Labrador friend. As the two of them fought, Krys blasted out a loose and chunky shart aimed right at them. The lab gasped as her body was splattered by the possum's sludge. The canine stood there frozen as she slowly reached up to wipe it from her eyes, trying to hide the fact she was clenching her legs. With her tailhole now drenched in muck, Krys tugged those jeans back up and over those plump cheeks of hers. Once they were up, she reached into her shirt and pulled out a lanyard with a golden pass around her neck. "By the way...I'm VIP you stuck up twats" she commented as she flashed her pass over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes and took a few steps forward, planting a kiss on the Moose's cheek. "Good to see you again Donovan." She glanced back and blushed. "Sorry about the shit on the sidewalk, oh, and the little accident I had." The moose chuckled and gave her a playful swat on the rump.

"You're lucky that you are so high up on the VIP list Krys, or I might be slightly agitated at you. Hey...so we still on for later?" he said with a hopeful tone to his voice. Krys chuckled as she gave a soft shrug.

"We will see...depends on how tonight goes in there big guy." She patted him on the shoulder. Krys cracked her neck and made her way inside. As she walked into the club, her nose was filled with that wonderful aromatic scent. "God..I love this place" she sighed as she glanced around at the wonderful sights of the club. In the corner was a lion taking a rather creamy shit right onto a zebra patrons bare chest. Krys watched with pursed lips as the female zebra smeared the lions shit over those lovely mounds of hers. Once he was finished, the lion turned around and began to thrust in between her scat covered breasts. The possum sighed in delight at the display as she moved off to bar. She was greeted by a familiar face as a black, grey and white buck with red tattooed fur stepped up.

"Hey there Krys! Wasn't planning on seeing you again so soon!" He smiled as he gave an eager flick of his ears. The buck wore nothing but a cute little g-string and a black collar. "Are you wanting your usual tonight?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head. Krys grinned and gave a playful nod as she glanced to the effeminate buck. Wynter shot a wink to her as he walked off to get a glass. After a few moments, he slid a frothy, yellowish beverage in front of the possum. "There you are darlin, one Aroma house hard lemonade. With your VIP card that's two-fif..."

"On the house..." a voice called out from behind the possum. Krys raised a brow and looked behind her. Her jaw dropped as she came face to face with none other than Ravage herself. The possum felt her heart skip in her chest as the ravishing cervine walked up beside her. The back of her hair was done up in a bun, though she kept that front tuft still covering her face. Ravage was wearing an extremely form fitting black cocktail dress with matching thigh high boots. "You're Krys...right? You have made quite a name for yourself around here little missy" she smirked as she looked her over. Krys began to shiver a bit, being in the presence of her idol. She had known of Mistress Ravage for quite some time. It was one of the main reasons that she had gotten herself a membership to this club. "Brother, Karla has the shits tonight doesn't she?" Ravage asked with a soft grin on her lips. Wynter gave a soft nod at Ravage, already grabbing a glass before she had a chance to speak. Out of the corner of her eye, Krys watched as the buck walked up to the curvaceous dragoness sitting behind the bar. He lifted her tail up and pressed the glass under her pucker. After a few seconds she began to fire out a brownish green liquid straight into the glass, moaning the whole time. When the glass was about three-fourths full, Wynter pulled it away and lowered her tail. After a few more additions, he slid the frothy drink to Ravage.

"Here you go sis, it smells absolutely horrid!" he stuck his tongue out. Ravage smirked and raised the glass to the possum. Krys blinked a few times and glanced between the two deer. It was now she saw the similarities between them, and was dumbfounded that she didn't see it sooner. She saw Ravage raising her glass, and quickly raised up her own.

"W-what are we toasting to Miss Ravage?" Krys asked with a curious tone to her voice. Ravage pondered for a second as she looked over the possum. A grin came over her lips.

"A new opportunity" she jiggled her glass and clinked it against the other punk girls. Both the girls took a drink. Ravage moaned as the thick, rancid sludge slithered down her throat. She let out a shiver as the Baileys added a creaminess to the dragonesses spicy shit. As she pulled her drink away, she glanced over to Krys. "By the way, that was a lovely little display outside. Those two whores deserved what you did to them. Ohh...the cute little Labrador might want to set something up with you. I have her number if you're interested. Poor thing came harder then she has in a while." She commented rather nonchalantly while looking down into her drink. Krys coughed and nearly spit up her drink as the doe spoke about the incident outside.

"Y-you saw all that?" she said with a worried look on her face. Ravage nodded and slipped a small card into the possum's shirt.

"Mmmmhmm, and heard it all, I have very good camera's set up outside, and as I said, this is her number...if you're interested. With that aside, there are more reasons I came over here then to just give you a number." Her voice took a more serious tone as she took another drink. Krys gulped as she felt her fingers nervously dance over the rim of her glass like a Russian ballerina.

"W-what is it? If I can ask?" Krys finally asked. Ravage quirked a brow as she immediately glanced over to Wynter. Without a word being spoken between them, the buck called out to one of the other bartenders. She took his position at the bar, and the buck joined his sister.

"Come with us, it is best I not ask this out on the club floor." She took her drink with her and turned around. The possum tossed back the rest of her 'lemonade' drink and slammed it on the bar.

"Fuck..." cursed the possum as she followed the two cervines. Ravage walked towards a black door that simply read "Lady R" . It wasn't hard to imagine whose door this was. Ravage held the door open and glanced back towards her brother. Wynter stepped inside, disappearing into the dark room. Ravage glanced back with those emerald eyes of hers, flashing a somewhat sensual look to Krys. It was when their eyes met, and swirled into a wondrous emerald/magenta colored marble...did the possum know she was ok. She took a second to breath before she also walked into the dark room. As the lights turned on, Krys found herself in Ravages personal office and playroom. Ravage let out a sigh as she walked over and sat in her large plush leather chair.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush with you darling...I see a lot of myself in you, including a shit ton of promise. I want you to become my protégé so to speak. Running this place takes a lot of work, and I think you have what it takes to keep it all in line. I like your spunk and your attitude. In short...what I am saying is...I want to train you to be like me."

Kyrs froze for a moment, unable to absorb what had just been said. She stared at the doe with those magenta eyes, searching for the right answer. Ravage grinned and snapped her fingers. Wynter sighed a bit and walked over to her, lifting that little tail of his. The buck tugged that small silken piece of butt-floss out of the way, exposing that cute little pink pucker of his. Ravage let out a soft moan as she leaned forward and pressed her nose against it, appreciating her brothers wonderful, sweaty scent. Krys could see the male shiver from where she stood, he was into it.

"Whew...it's been a few days since you've aired this out brother." Ravage gasped as she reached around, giving his bulge a squeeze. Wynter nodded ass he gave his tail a light flutter.

"As you told me sis, haven't washed it, just wiped it...and barely at that" he grimaced. Ravage clicked her tongue and pressed her tongue against his ass, sliding it deep into her brother's tight little ass. Her eyes shifted back to Krys with a grin. She pulled away, her tongue stained a soft shade of brown before slithering into her mouth.

"Don't mind me sweetie, I honestly can't help myself around my brother sometimes, though I wish he shared my love of filth..." she frowned and gave him another squeeze. "I have tried all my best trainings on him, but he just can't keep my wonderful poop down...can you little brother!" she teased with a chuckle. Wynter grunted as his thong tented instantly at her comment and touch.

"S-Sis!!" he moaned. "I...I told you I've tried! I just can't get past the taste." He sighed.

"Ohhh I know brother, and I could be harsher with you, but...I just can't bring myself ...to....do....it" her eyes lit up as she glanced over to Krys with quite the devilish, lusty grin. "Ohh...but I do believe I could find someone perfect for the job." She bit her lip and pulled away from her brothers' backside. Wynter quirked a brow and looked over his shoulder to Ravage.

"What are you getting at sister?" Asked the buck, writhing with arousal. Ravage gave a lick of her lips, before walking over to Krys.

"To put it simply my dear brother, I know what it is I need to do to make you like Tristan. With that in mind, I know I can't bear to put you through it. I am going to give my new little protégé a little crash course. I promise you this brother, by the time she is done with you...you'll be able to perform with your little bovine love interest." Ravage winked seductively. Krys took a deep breath, trying to process all this new information. The possum fell back onto a chair, gently running a hand through that dual-tone hair of hers. Before she had a time to react, Ravage slipped onto her lap, naked, arms wrapped around her neck. The doe began to sensually roll her hips, gazing lovingly down at her. "So...what do you say my lovely, nasty possum. Do you wish to become my apprentice? You will no longer need to pay for that silly VIP pass for one thing." She chuckled. Krys took a deep breath and glanced up to the cervine with a smile.

"It would be my absolute honor to be trained by you Madame Ravage." Krys said with a grin as she glanced back towards the buck in the corner. "So...when is it I get to play with your brother?"

"In time my dear, but now, your first lesson. Teasing your submissive..." she moaned while glancing over her shoulder. Wynter bit his lip, watching as his sister began to play with the possum. His hips idly swaying with pent up frustration as he watched. Ravage chuckled with a nod. "Good boy dear brother... Krys, praise your submissive. He is sitting patiently without touching himself. Krys chuckled a bit, looking over the rather needy little deer, watching his body writhe in response to their interaction. The possum grabbed Ravage's ass firmly, pulling at one of her cheeks until her pucker was exposed.

"That's a good boy Wynter, I bet you can't wait bury your muzzle in this!" she moaned, before giving Ravage's cheek a quick slap. The doe cried out with an arch of her back.

"Mfff....b-ballsy my dear...I like that." She grunted before leaning down to nip at the possum's neck. "Alright Krys...I honestly cannot take this any longer. You...out of your clothes, NOW! Momma doe wants to see just what she has to work with." Commanded Ravage in firm, yet smooth tone. Ravage slid off her lap, giving the possum room to strip from her clothing. Ravage stepped over to where the possum had removed her panties, and lifted them up to her nose. She took a rather deep inhale, letting that thick miasma soak into her lungs until they were about to burst. Tears rolled down the cervine's face from the sheer overwhelming aroma now swirling around inside of her, burning her lungs. She finally coughed it out like someone who had taken their first drag from a harsh cigarette. Her eyes took on a glazed appearance as she slowly turned to her brother, still obediently sitting in the chair. After some moments pondering, the doe simply stuffed those aromatic panties into her apprentice's pouch. "Now I want you to take these nasty, sweaty, musky and quite pungent panties over to my dear brother over there. I am not going to tell you what to do with them. This is technically part of your training slash, a morbid curiosity as to how your mind works." Krys gasped out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head when those panties were stuffed into her pouch. The very embodiment of depravity came across Ravage's face upon seeing her pupil's reaction. "Ohhmm...I will have to remember that for later." She muttered to herself, eye fucking the possum as she walked towards her brother. Krys slowly slid her hand down into her pouch causing her lip to quiver in response. The possum slowly slipped out the panties Ravage had stuffed into her. They felt damp from the sweat soaked into them from her wearing them all day. Her eyes caught sight of the wicked skid-marks she had left in them. Her mind still racing with ideas on how to break this eager buck.

"Take your thong off..." she whispered in a firm voice. Wynter shivered in response, taking a brief look to Ravage before standing up to remove his thong. Krys reached in with a finger, getting a good bit of her filth smeared onto it. The possum reached out with the same casual look expression. Her gaze was focused on him, watching him, studying him to see how he would react. While she was far from a dominant, she knew how to read body language. Wynter went cross-eyed followed the shit covered finger, as she wiped it up along his nose. His nose wrinkled in protest at the rank odor he was now forced to inhale with every breath. Krys chuckled and held the panties out to him. "Put these on sweetie, but with the skid-marks against your dick. If you're to be my pet, might as well start having you smell like me." She snorted. Ravage gasped with surprised, her body surging with a jolt of aroused approval. Wynter glanced down at the panties, grimacing for a second.

'My god...did she shit herself in these?' he thought to himself feeling his cock pulse. He took a deep breath as he began to slide them on. When that warm sludge rubbed against his cock, the stag let out a deep moan as he fell back into his chair. Krys took a second to watch him writhe in his seat, marveling at how something so small could bring him to such ecstasy. Ravage chuckled as she walked over to Krys, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"It seems I made the right choice in choosing you my dear...you, oh you are quite the natural" she whispered while sliding her paws down the curvaceous possum's body. Krys gasped out at the cervine's electrical touch. Everywhere Ravage touched sent of powerful shockwaves through her body. At first her touches were random; a flick of the ear, a butt grab, a gentle stroke of the spine, but then they grey far more precise. The shockwaves began to feel more like ripples of sexual energy flowing through Krys's body. Ravage began to touch her in such ways that some of the ripples would collide with each-other. By the time She was done, Krys's body was tingling from head to toe with what felt like hundreds of countering shockwaves. Her body began to grow numb as she fell back into Ravages arms, she felt so good, but at the same time she wasn't sure if she was feeling anything. Ravage gently laid her on the floor before kneeling next to her, still expertly running her paws over the possum's body. "If you can hear me my dear, simply nod," Ravage spoke out softly. The doe's voice sounded like it was coming from twenty different directions, including inside her own mind. Slowly the possum nodded, completely unaware to the puddle of nectar pooling beneath her. "This my dear is a little...method I have devised known as Pleasure Programming. I know it's not an entirely original concept, this is just my own spin on it. Right now, your entire body is alive, hungry and craving sexual attention. I could get all mystical and tantric with you on how chakra this, and pressure point that...but it boils down to this. At the end of the day it might be a huge cock, a steaming shit log, an ass load of cum, a twat-full of cake, etc that gets you off...but touch is what's gonna get you going." Ravage said confidently. "Again...I could get all mystical with you, pretending that there is some rhyme or reason to how you do it, but there really isn't. At least not to the level that most furs believe there is with something like this." She reached out and gently glided a finger around the rim of Krys's pouch. "Now...that isn't to go without saying that there aren't ways to cheat, because ohhh yes, yes there are, see my dear, a lot of this can be perceived as a game." She continued to glide her silken paw across her apprentice's pouch, moaning softly under her breath. Krys writhed heavily underneath her, blissfully unaware of the deep, sensual and quite loud moans she was letting out. Wynter watched with amazement as Ravage made surprisingly quick work of the possum. "Now...with that in mind my dear, you want to win the game. To win, you want to make your submissive, plaything, pet, slut or in this case apprentice cum harder then he or she has ever before. Now, this can obviously be done in many ways as I am sure you are aware of..." she glanced up towards the writhing mess of a possum. "Orr maybe you don't know which was is up right now." She chuckled. "Now normally this...right here." She paused and leaned close to whisper into Krys's ear. "This is where I would start imprinting on you. Feeding you all sorts of delicious mental keywords and triggers, oh and my shit of course." She moaned long and deep, watching the possums shiver build in her neck and travel all the way down to her feet. "But not tonight, you are not one of my pets or playthings. You are my delicious new apprentice, and I want to make you cum." She whispered as she slowly stood up. Ravage straddled her waist and took a few seconds to line up exactly where she wanted to be. "Hmm...no no, this won't do! We're gonna have to play marionette, ohhh Wynter! Help your sister for a second!" she called out with a smile. Wynter stood up, and walked over to where his sister and Krys were, already having an idea on what she had in store for the possum. The buck moved behind Krys, and slowly helped her up to a sitting position. "Thank you dear brother, now you are more than welcome to stay right there and watch, this is going to be very fun!" she turned around and lifted that little tail of hers. Her hands reached back to spread those plump red cheeks of hers nice and wide. "Nff...fuck, it's a good thing I am a healthy eater. Thought that scat hungry fox drained me dry." She grunted as a low beefy fart rumbled out from under Ravage's tail. The hot acrid air blasted onto Krys's belly...and into her pouch. Krys clenched her fists tight as her entire body went rigid. She could feel that fetid warm air filling up her pouch and washing up against her belly.

"Ohhh..f-f-fuck." She moaned out, still way out in space. Her speech was slurred and mumbled. Ravage glanced back to Wynter and gave a firm nod.

"Hold her just a little bit, she's much deeper than I thought she was." The doe sighed out as she pressed her ass right into her possum's pouch. With a soft grunt, she fired out another ripe blast of foul air into it. Krys went rigid again, nearly spasming at the intense pleasure rippling through her body as that horrendous fart inflated her pouch. Wynter watched with pure lust burning in his eyes at the display. He was amazed at how much pleasure the body could endure, and the effects it was having on Krys's mind. He was holding himself against her to make sure she didn't hurt herself with how she was writhing around. His attention was snapped back to Ravage as she let out a loud gasp. "Wynter hold her!!!" she cried out as she gritted her teeth together. As soon as she called out to him, her tailhole exploded in a torrent of thick sludge aimed right at Krys's pouch. Ravage moaned out as her mud-like diarrhea splattered against Kyrs's body. The possum's eyes shot open as her entire body woke up with a lightning bolt of orgasmic energy. She gasped out as though she was starved for oxygen, like a diver coming up for air after a long dive. Her entire body began to tremble violently in Wynters grasp as he held onto her tightly. It all hit her senses at once. That wonderfully putrid aroma wafting her nose, reminiscent of a broken shitter in a biker bar. That warm, gooey tactile sensation of the does sludge sloshing around in her pouch. That wonderfully disgusting sputtering, squelching sound coming out of Ravages ass as the final chunks of her shit filled her pouch. As she took another breath, the air was so thick with the doe's rancid Miasma that Krys could taste the foul fudge upon her tongue. Finally, her mind forced her to glance down...she had to see what it looked like. Her eyes widened at the sight. Her pouch looked like a lewd, perverted scat lovers bowl of chili.

It started slow, in her paws and feet. A subtle twitch and spasm. It grew from there and worked its way up to her legs and arms. It only grew from there and then took over her entire body. Krys cried out as her body was unable to contain the amount of pure bliss and orgasmic energy any longer. Her hips bucked wildly as she pushed back against Wynter. Ravage gasped as she was knocked off balance, sending her to the floor. She glanced over her shoulder at the possum, and a grin came over her lips. Ravage crept over and gave the possums hairy pussy one long and deep kiss. This awoke something in Krys as she reached out and grabbed the doe by the antlers. With a loud screaming moan, she pulled Ravages muzzle right against her muzzle right as she reached a squirting orgasm. The doe gasped, her cheeks blushing a bright pink as the possum took such control.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!" Screamed the possum as she tossed her entire body back screaming as loud as she could as the pleasure tore through her body like a nuclear reactor gone berserk. She cried out as she pushed her full weight back against Wynter, easily pushing him to the ground. Ravage glanced down with a gasp as she saw Krys starting to shit right onto her tits during this incredibly powerful orgasm. The doe leaned down and happily began to take those putrid, bittersweet logs into her mouth. Wynter cried out as he felt the contents of the possum's pouch, completely empty over both himself and Krys. He watched in horror as the flood flowed towards his face. Ravage took her time with her meal, finding the possum's filth quite decadent and quite a bit more potent than most others. Rather drunk off her meal, she lifted her head groggily to look around. Both Krys and Wynter were completely out cold and in a puddle of post orgasmic euphoria. Ravage licked her lips with a smile, and it was then that she noticed something. Her jaw dropped as she noticed Wynter's face, and mouth were completely covered in her own filth.

"W-well then, that's one way to get you into it dear brother..." she chuckled and leaned down to kiss them both on the lips. She glanced down at herself and sighed. "I miss the days I could just stay like this..." she huffed and looked over to the calendar with hopeful eyes. There was a red circle around one of the weekends with words that said Ravage's fuck off weekend!"Soon...ohh god I can't wait! I need to call the boys and tell them to put in their plugs! By the end of those couple of days, I want to look like a normal deer! Brown fur and all" she snickered. She glanced down and knelt by Krys's side, gently stroking her face with a look of utmost approval and admiration. "I...am so very pleased with you tonight. I could not have chosen a better apprentice than you. Even in the absolute fuck-fest of subspace you were in...you saw an opportunity AND YOU TOOK IT!" she smiled, with a glint of a tear in her eye. "No one has had the cock and balls to even think of grabbing my antlers, let alone steer me into their genitals with them since I was a young fawn. I don't tell this to anyone, so listen up. These bad boys...are my BIGGEST fetish aside from filth. I didn't get them just as a fashion statement. So, let's just say I am very impressed." She smiled and turned to walk away. There was a soft moan, followed by a chuckle.

"I-I wanted to win Madame Ravage...did I win?" she moaned, glancing over to Ravage with one eye halfway open. Ravage's eyes went wide as her knees went weak. There was no way she could measure how proud she was of her pupil at this moment.

"Oh yes...you won. But the game isn't over yet, and I fucking love to cheat!" she grinned. "See you tomorrow my little protégé. Have fun with my brother! He is yours for twenty-four hours!" she chuckled before disappearing into another door.

"Mmmmm soo Wynter...ever deep throated a possum tail before?" she grinned.