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Skunked

By Roofles

“Dude, I'm not going to do that!" Travis insisted. He felt his entire face turning red as his friend egged him on at the very idea.

“Come on, it's not like anyone will know." Wesley gave him a reassuring push, the weasel just wanting to see if he'd do it or not.

It had been a popular stereotype about skunks; they stink. Rumors were based on their past ancestors and the noxious fluid their feral brethren could use against aggressors.

Of course, the high school seniors at Matthew Young High took it to the next level and would harass their gym teacher behind his back about it. Each daring the other to find out if it was true or not. A simple playful game where, during class, someone would try to see if they could get close enough to the skunk without getting caught or sprayed.

It was a dare during a boring class, something to keep them occupied until the last bell rang. And here Travis was, getting pulled into the mess by his classmate and friend, Wesley. The weasel being the prime instigator behind it. Travis knew it was just out of sheer boredom, the weasel finding gym class to be boring.

Travis couldn't just turn it down after Wesley had openly dared him to in front of the other guys. The weasel was conniving and had said it just loud enough for the jocks to hear without calling them out. It drew their attention, but nothing more. And once Billy Anders heard about it, Travis couldn't just chicken out or he'd look like a fool in front of his secret one-sided crush. Something he knew he should've never told Wesley about.

“We'll distract the teacher." Billy had offered as they left the locker room, the cougar giving him a wink that made Travis's heartbeat quicken.

“Don't want to let Billy down, do you?" Wesley wouldn't let it go, and Travis reluctantly agreed. “Take any more time and you're going to get caught." The weasel just stayed outside the side office in the locker room. “I'll keep an eye out."

“Fine!" Travis finally just threw his gym bag down and marched into the room. He had hoped the door was locked but found that Wesley had checked it in advance. It must've been the reason the weasel was pushing him into doing it today, of all days.

It was rare for coach Ross Whitestripes to be so negligent. He'd come back from the military and straight into teaching; according to the skunk, what he had left over from his time was being sucked dry by the leech of an ex-wife he had. Ross kept up with the strict structural lifestyle he built up during the army and was more of a drill sergeant than anything else during P.E. class. A hard ass that wasn't afraid to keep someone after school if they dared to talk back or act out.

And here Travis was, breaking and entering, sort of. He wouldn't put it past Wesley to have stolen the key to the office to unlock it. The weasel always getting his kicks out of these kinds of things. And Travis wouldn't put it past Wesley to tip the teacher off that someone was in his room just to build up that voyeuristic excitement at watching someone else get in trouble.

But they were friends! Right? Wesley wouldn't do that.

Shaking the disturbing thoughts away, Travis quickly rummaged around the teacher's desk and went through his drawers looking for anything he could grab and go. Something to say that he'd risk finding out the skunk's stinky secret. Maybe a canister of deodorant or some of those scented oils the human heard about some Anthros using to keep their musk in check.

He knew Wesley used the stuff, the weasel naturally a muskier Anthro than most. Most mustelids were. Even animals such as foxes and wolves had a potent scent that had been diluted over the years of evolution, but never fully gotten rid of. Travis wasn't exactly acing his biology class and wasn't sure if skunks were mustelids or not but, after all the stories about Coach Ross “skunking" a student, he didn't doubt the fact their gym teacher could be just as potent.

“At least we'll know if you get caught!" Wesley had joked with him just that morning. It was easy for the weasel who could slip away from anyone's grasp, his long lithe body allowing for far more flexibility than Travis's own.

Something the human was envious of as he stretched to reach the bag on top of the far locker in the room. The locker was locked, but it looked as if their gym teacher had put his laundry up above it, not bothering to fuss with the rotational lock. The human didn't need to get a whiff, directly, of their teacher. His clothes would be good enough proof. Travis's fingers brushed the gray fabric as he tried to get a grip, standing on his tippy toes, stretching as far as his body would allow him to.

The tips of his fingers rubbed over the old gym bag as he slowly inched it closer to the edge, planning on grabbing it when it fell. Just another inch or two and he'd have it.

“Travis!" Wesley hissed from the doorway, the weasel trying not to snicker the entire time as he gave his warning before making a hasty retreat.

Billy either lied about keeping their teacher distracted or the cougar wasn't as witty as he thought he was. Coach Ross saw through the ploy and came to investigate what the holdup was about.

Travis jumped, and it caused the gym bag to slip free and fall. It was open and Travis was soon showered in musky white fabric as the contents of the bag spilled out over him. A ratty muscle shirt, a pair of jogging shorts, several pairs of socks, and a jock strap fell over the human who covered his face as if afraid something heavier might be inside that would hurt him as the used linens draped over his arms and shoulders.

Even with a human's nose, he could smell just how potent their teacher's used gym clothes were. They were still slightly warm and damp with sweat, and Travis couldn't help himself from sniffing at the sock over his arm.

“Shit." Travis just cursed, trying to stuff everything back into the bag quickly as there was a commotion on the other side of the door. “Oh no," he got most of the things inside the bag and hid it behind his back just as a rather disgruntled skunk forced his way inside.

Coach Ross was a large, burly guy with thick arms, a scowl for a face, and a belly he had gotten after the divorce. With thick, scruffy black fur and white markings, the skunk was apparent to even the most ignorant of students. His bold white stripes were not only his namesake but a warning for anyone foolish enough to get on his bad side.

Something Travis was sure to be on being caught red-handed in his office with a sock still over one of his shoulders.

“Sir!" Travis forced a smile on his face as he sweated bullets, trying to appear innocent, even getting caught red-handed.

“Bradley." Ross just said, giving him a disdainful look, using his last name. Not a good sign. “I'll be seeing you after class." He said in a tone that caused a shiver to run down Travis's spine. “And Wes," Ross called back over his shoulder without taking his eyes off the human. “Tell everyone class is out early today. I need to have a discussion with Bradley." And with that, the skunk shut the door, trapping Travis in the room with him.

Travis could hear Wesley's laugh from the other side and would have to strangle the weasel for this if he survived.

“It's not what it looks like?" Travis tried to explain, poorly.

“Oh?" Ross took a heavy step into the room. He only had a white gym shirt that showed off the lower part of his belly. Travis could see white fur mixed with the black the lower it went, vanishing into the pair of short black shorts Ross had on, matching the ones Travis had found in the gym bag. “Please, then, tell me. What were you doing in my office?" The skunk's dull brown eyes roamed over the human before stopping on the white sock still draped over Travis's shoulder. “And going through my things?" Ross almost sounded amused. Almost.

“It's not what you think!" Travis could feel his knees bumping together as he tried to stand his ground. It was hard to meet the skunk's eyes as one white marked eyebrow lifted, waiting for the human to talk his way out of this. “I just… wanted to ask you something! That's why I was waiting in your office."

“Uh-huh." Ross clearly wasn't buying it but was playing along as he crossed his thick arms over his wide chest, waiting for the human to continue. “And talk about… what?"

“I needed to talk to you a-about making up those hours. I missed when I…" Travis stammered out.

“When you ditched my class." Ross finished for him. His large puffy tail lifted slightly, only making the skunk seem larger and more imposing than he already was.

Travis had hit his growth spurt last year and still only came up to the six-three skunk's chest. And what a chest it was. The young adult never wanted to admit he'd checked his teacher out many times during gym class, usually needing a cold shower after. Something about the man's shirt stretching to contain his girth, the front outlining his chest and those large dilf nipples practically poking through the fabric with his belly showing at the bottom.

Apparently, Ross had to wear an undershirt underneath his gym shirt to help hide his nipples during class. But after a long day running around the track or out in the field, doing whatever drills the skunk had in mind for them, it showed.

Ross wasn't a teacher to just sit on the sidelines. He would jog with his students, work out with them and even team up on whatever team needed the extra support. He might have some draconian policies for his class, but Ross wasn't a guy to shirk his duties or pass the baton to someone else.

“I… didn't know you knew that." Travis had tried to get Wesley to just say he was sick, but the skunk hadn't bought it. And now here he was getting called out on it, on top of everything else.

“Yes, your little weaselly friend told me." Ross just shook his head with a tsk, practically spitting to the side with the motion. “You need to get a better friend." The older man pointed out.

“I'm realizing that now… uh, sir." Travis added at the end, still thinking about strangling the weasel for this one with his own tail.

“You're such a good kid. Miss Jonas always says how good you are during her class." Ross walked on over, his heavy steps slapping against the concrete floor. Travis flinched at first before realizing the skunk was just taking a seat at his desk. “Why can't you be like that during mine?"

Ross scooted in before motioning with one large hand for Travis to hand over whatever it was he'd been hiding.

“Gym isn't that much different from the other classes." Ross said as Travis handed over the gym bag. He got a confused look from the skunk who looked through the bag. “Why do you have this?" Ross gave Travis a look, but the human couldn't meet it, looking down in shame. “You some kind of pervert?"

“No, sir." Travis just shook his head.

“You a thief?" Ross just said, getting further annoyed by this.

“No, sir."

“Then why in god's green earth would you take a man's laundry?" Ross huffed out angrily, clearly holding back from just yelling at the boy. He had the same look in his eye that Travis's father did when he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

“I wasn't trying to steal it…" Travis tried to explain but couldn't follow up with what he'd been playing to do with it.

“You got one minute to explain before I send you to detention. Call your parents and inform the school board." Ross just laid out for him, not playing around any longer. He had already given the young adult plenty of leniency so far.

“Well…"

“Fifty-five seconds." Ross's voice was deep enough already, but the warning made Travis blush as if he were just a kid again getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He didn't want to think why such a thing was turning him on in this uncomfortable situation.

“Well, sir." Travis tried.

“Fifty seconds."

“It was a dare!" Travis wanted the ground to swallow him up with how ashamed he felt. Getting caught like this was so much worse than not following through with the dare.

“A… dare?" Travis could practically hear the gears turning in the skunk's head as he tried to work that one out as he tapped a dull nailed finger on his desk.

“It's sort of… dumb." Travis wasn't sure where to begin.

“Start explaining or I'm making the call." The skunk reached for the phone on the desk.

“It's just a dumb dare that's been circulating the school, sir…" Travis winced at the look he got.

“What kind of dare would risk getting you expelled for?" Ross just groaned, rubbing his forehead with two fingers as if trying to prevent a headache from starting.

“To see if you… smelled." Travis bit his lip, unable to look at the skunk who just stared at him for several long, drawn-out seconds as he let the words sink in.

“Smelled?" Ross said the word again as if not understanding the first time. “Because I'm a skunk." He concluded, frowning once more. He clenched a hand into a tight fist, making Travis worry he might get decked in the face for openly saying it to him, a skunk, that he might smell.

“Yes, sir. I'm sorry." Travis added, feeling miserable about it.

“No." Ross held up a hand, letting out a loud breath. “That makes sense. I'm sorry the other boys got you involved with this." The skunk's shoulders sagged and for a second, Travis thought he looked defeated. “It isn't the first time." Ross just rolled his hand, grumbling bitterly to himself now. “You may go, Travis. I don't want to see you pulling anything else like this again. Do you understand me?"

“Yes, sir." Travis nodded quickly before making a hasty retreat to the exit. He paused at the door, holding the handle as he glanced back.

The skunk wasn't getting mad. He wasn't yelling or shouting or throwing something like he did when the team was lost during half-time. Last time, the skunk had hurled the water cooler onto the field and nearly got into a fistfight with the referee.

Travis had been expecting such a thing to happen here. For the skunk to get up in his face, and yell so hard that even underneath his thick fur, the human could see the red of his face. That didn't happen. Ross did nothing.

Ross just looked dejected, as if the person he asked out just turned him down. The idea that people talked behind his back like this, even going so far as to go and make dares about how he smelled, must've bothered the skunk a lot more than Travis would've thought anything could.

For such a large, healthy guy like Ross to take it so personally affected the human. Travis supposed with him being a skunk, Ross must've had to deal with the stigma of being one of his entire life. And here he was finding out his students treated him just like everyone else. Ross had even been concerned that Travis didn't act out like this for his other classes. Just his.

That or maybe Travis was just feeling guilty for what he'd done and the hand he played in all this.

“I don't think you smell bad." Travis ended up just blurting out, trying to come up with something to say to apologize for his actions.

The skunk gave him a look at that as if unsure he heard him correctly.

“Excuse me?" Ross's voice was as deep as ever, and Travis nervously turned back toward his gym teacher and coach.

“I mean, it was just brief, but when your clothes fell on me… I mean… I don't think you have a bad… smell, sir." Travis wasn't even sure what he was saying. The skunk just gave him a long look. “I mean, it's strong! Like, really strong, but whose gym clothes aren't? But not in a bad way, just in a normal, guy way…?" Travis wanted to bash his skull against the wall and wasn't sure why he kept talking, already digging his own grave.

“You go around often sniffing other people's clothes?" Ross just said with some amusement, his lip pulling up a bit in a smile. It was better than seeing him sulk.

“What! No, sir. Not at all! Just yours!" And Travis could feel his face turn beet red after admitting it. “I mean, it wasn't like I've done it before. Just now. I mean, on accident. But like…"

Ross chuckled at that, standing back up. “Okay, okay. I think I've pulled your leg long enough. You can go, Travis." Ross said using his first name, showing there was no animosity behind the young adults' reckless actions. “I know how it is with kids. I was a kid once! Believe it or not." He chuckled and the sound of it filled the room, his belly shaking with the motion. “I raised some hell back in my day."

“I'll have to take your word for it." Travis hesitated, still feeling as if he hadn't made up to him yet. “Do you… need any help cleaning up, sir?" He offered instead. “I mean, you canceled class early and I don't have any plans and like…" He fumbled with his words.

“You really don't have to. I understand the sentiment behind it enough." Ross just walked over, opening the door.

A cool breeze blew in from the locker room and Travis hadn't realized how hot and stuffy his office had gotten.

“I want to, though, sir. I mean, sure, after what I did… but it isn't fair for you to have to clean up after us. You even let everyone go home early because it's Friday!" Travis pointed out.

“You noticed that?" Ross asked as the two exited the office. The skunk closed and lock the door behind them this time.

“Well, if it's not a game weekend… yeah. You always let us out early." Travis just shrugged as if it were obvious. “You're the only cool teacher who does that."

Ross's round ears wiggled at that as his large tail lowered. The burly guy rubbed the back of his neck with an arm showing off his sweaty armpit. Travis was unfortunately on the same level as it and was staring into the tangled mess of white armpit fur that stuck out amongst the black canvas that was Ross's body. His nose wrinkled, already able to smell the skunk's long day.

“Cool, huh?" Ross sheepishly said, seeming to need the boost in confidence after what had just happened.

“Yeah, you've always been great." Travis cleared his throat, hoping it hadn't been obvious he'd been staring. He had to carefully adjust himself after. “No one does that."

“Well, we're not supposed to." Ross offered in defense of his fellow teachers.

“I won't tell." Travis promised. “It's probably why all the guys joke around about you. You're strict during class and the games but, like, cool outside it all? You get that this is just school and not our life. If that makes sense."

Ross paused at that, glancing at the human as a thought ran through his head. With a smile, he rubbed Travis's hair with an enormous paw-padded hand, making the human squirm under its force and weight of it.

“You're a good kid, Travis."

“I'm eighteen, not a kid." Travis argued against it as the two made their way out into the gym to clean up. The basketballs were still out, and it was clear everyone had just made a break for it after Wesley had informed them all they could leave early. No one wanted to stick around any longer than they had to and delay their days off.

Ross just laughed at that, patting him hard on the back before moving over to collect some stray balls that had rolled into the corner.

“I'm double your age then." The skunk just pointed out as he bent over, his poofy tail sticking up, showing off his firm, round rear end as he grabbed two basketballs. “And got plenty of experience under my belt."

Travis just gawked like a horny teen, ruining his previous argument that he was an adult, unable to even peel his eyes off the skunk's rear end. Sure, he'd touched himself plenty of times thinking about some of his classmates and teachers, but it wasn't like he'd been able to do anything else about it. Even if people knew he was openly gay, no one seemed interested in some normal human guy in school.

It might've been one reason he'd been pushed into doing it. A gay dude sniffing another dude's laundry wasn't as queer as it used to be. The other guys had a good laugh at the idea. Some had even, jokingly, offered their own to him. Teasing Travis about his homosexuality was better than being picked on or bullied and beaten up because of it.

Being on the team probably helped.

It wasn't like Travis was the everyday fag. He wasn't a twink and didn't have the voice either. Travis liked to sneak a beer from his father's stash now and then. He liked to watch the games during the season and hated clothes shopping as much as the next man. He just happened to be gay.

Unfortunately, that didn't make him stand out. Just another one of the guys that liked one of the guys.

“Travis." Coach Ross's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The skunk had stood back up, looking over at him. “You still with me?"

“Sorry, yes sir, I am." Travis quickly looked away, having been staring at the skunk's perfectly sculpted rear end. He was sure the bulge was from the skunk's package and was wondering just how big his coach's balls were.

“Right." Ross lifted an eyebrow, looking at the young adult for a moment before shaking his head and walking over to deposit the basketballs into the bin. “At least it was just basketball today." The skunk kept the conversation going, thankfully. It distracted Travis from his horny thoughts.

He needed to fap when he got home.

“Yeah, I've always enjoyed basketball." Travis dribbled the ball before taking a pot shot and missing. “Damn. I might like it, but was never too good at it."

Ross collected the ball, and dribbled it for a moment before running and jumping up, dunking it with one arm in front of Travis, making his jaw drop. The shorts Ross had worn today weren't made for that and pulled up dangerously high around his thighs, showing off more than Travis had ever caught before from the man. The skunk landed heavily, rubbing his back after.

“I still got it." Ross winced. “Just not as spry as I used to be." The skunk's round ears twitched as Travis gave him a couple of claps. He chuckled meekly, rubbing the back of his neck again, forcing Travis to look into his armpit. The human didn't look away, guiltily enjoying the show the sweaty skunk was putting on seemingly for him. “I used to be the first pick, believe it or not."

“Yeah, I could. No one would want to get close to you." Travis winced at that as the skunk gave him another look. “I mean, just, like you're so big! You're huge! And strong. And like, really… skilled…" He tried to dig himself out of the pit he'd dug and only ended up deeper in it. “I mean!" The human groaned in embarrassment.

“I'm bigger now than back then," Ross thankfully joked, giving his enormous stomach a slap and a shake, making it bounce. “Still could check anyone that tried to steal my ball." He chuckled, giving a flex and showing off his years in the service.

The two shared a laugh before continuing.

Travis didn't realize Ross could be so approachable like this. He had a deep voice; he was a large guy, and everyone kept their distance from the skunk, but he was surprisingly warm underneath it all and as the two cleaned up the rest of the gym, Travis found he was beginning to like the guy behind the teacher as the two talked.

Travis told him about his plans for college, that he wanted to go into sports medicine but wasn't sure what that entailed. Ross talked about his days on his old team before getting forced into the military because of his parents or the risk of getting kicked out.

“I know how that is." Travis nodded. “My dad's a real piece of work. My friends don't even want to come over for fear of risking meeting the asshole."

“I know a thing or two about terrible fathers." Ross just nodded along, politely listening and contributing when need be, as the young adult vented about it some more.

And before they knew it, they were hauling the bin into the supply closet on the other side of the gym to put everything away.

“You try handling a class of thirty-something students." Ross joked, changing the subject for both their sake.

“Do you even know how many students you have in your class?" Travis laughed, though, catching the fact the skunk was being vague about the number.

“When they don't ditch my class, yes." Ross gave him a knowing look, forcing Travis to concede. The skunk was far sharper than anyone seemed to suspect, and the witty banter made the human chuckle, smiling despite what had happened earlier.

“Okay. Okay. I won't skip for the rest of the year! Promise!" Travis apologized once more.

“I would've taken the semester, but that's good too." Ross wiped his brow, stretching his back.

The supply closet was barely large enough to fit the mats they used for the gymnastics after-school program and all the supplies Ross used for his classes. It was stuffy and there was a musty smell in the air, something Travis hoped to ease by opening the small window to their side. He wasn't tall enough and when he was about to give up; he felt the sweaty chest of the skunk push against the back of his head as Ross's rotund belly squished against his lower back; the skunk reached past him to open the window for the smaller human.

“There." Ross chuckled, easing back off the human but not far enough away for when Travis turned around, he found his nose practically pressed against the skunk's firm pecs. “Much better. Good to get some fresh air, huh, Travis?" The skunk smirked down at him as he placed one arm on the wall, practically pinning the human against it now.

“Uh…" The human wasn't sure where to look. At the chest shoved against his face, down at the belly trapping him there, or at the armpit just a nose away. Travis could feel the raw heat of the larger male before him wafting over him like the open door to an oven.

It smelled. Ross smelled and Travis felt his shorts tighten as he slowly looked up at the skunk. Travis hadn't even seen Ross close the door to the supply closet, trapping the two inside together.

“You said you had to sniff the skunk to complete the dare, right?" Ross just lifted one of his white marked eyebrows as if letting that finish the thought for him. He rested against his arm, pressing further against the human.

“Right…"

“Go ahead." Ross kept his voice low and deep as he pushed his chest forward. “I know you won't tell anyone…" The skunk slyly added, his poofy tail batting down. The size and force of the movement made the smell of the skunk fill the room they were in.

Travis could feel his entire face turn red at that.

“As a skunk, it's common to wear deodorant." Ross flexed before him, showing off a bit more. “I've never kept up with the norm, though." He nosed his armpit before turning away. “Few, these hot summer days… Must've been bad luck you caught me on a day like this? Or maybe not?" The skunk smirked.

“I see…" Travis glanced up at the skunk before down at his chest. “Uh, sir… if I can ask something?" The human felt his mouth grow dry as his dick twitched in his shorts. He wanted to just reach out a hand and grope the man before him. His chest. His belly. His arm. The bulge hanging low between the man's legs. Anyone would be fine.

Travis knew where he wanted to start.

“Go ahead."

“Can I, instead, choose where I sniff?" Travis hesitantly asked. He was sure his dick, twitching in his tight gym shorts, was responsible for that. Suggesting such lewd thoughts to an already horny mind. “That way no one can refute that I went through with the… dare." He licked his dry lips as he waited for confirmation.

“Where did ya' have in mind?" The skunk just bumped a finger under Travis's chin, getting him to look up into his face as Ross took a half step closer, pushing Travis back against the wall firmly now. “You've been eying me all afternoon." Ross rubbed his snout across the human's face to whisper. “I was wondering what spot got you so… excited."

And Travis jumped as he felt a powerful hand grope between his legs.

“Your, uh, arm… pit." Travis blushed, glancing away.

“Oh?" Ross lifted his arm, flexing the biceps before nosing down underneath, once more dragging this out. “And why's that?"

“B-because it's just… the white fur… draws the eye in?" Travis answered as if this were some kind of pop quiz.

“That's a good enough reason." Ross just turned slightly, the skunk showing off his steaming, sweaty pit to the human. “It draws the eye in. And the nose." And the skunk rubbed his large hand over the human's face behind his head and guided Travis against it. “Take it all in."

The sweat rubbed over the human's face; the heat poured over him and the smell made his knees weak. Ross didn't lie about not wearing deodorant and Travis got a lung full of undiluted male skunk. The smell of a man. He wasn't sure if Ross had pushed him or if he shoved his face against him further as he rubbed that smell, that stench, that sweaty pit all over his face, breathing it into his lungs and letting it become a part of him.

Travis groaned. He couldn't help himself. His dick twitched again, and it was painfully hard at this point as he was pushed back against the wall, smothered by his teacher's body, and that rich pungent odor wafting off him.

“You know those rumors?" Ross's voice was heavy, laden with lust as he whispered the words in a hot breath against Travis's earlobe. “How musky I am? How sweaty and stinky I can get? Just downright rank-smelling? Well… I never once denied them." The skunk nipped at his ear. “I shower without body wash. I work out without a shower after. I do just enough… I really am just a stereotypical skunk."

Travis grunted as he was pushed back by Ross's belly. The skunk rested against the wall now as he looked down at the human.

“And I think you like that." Ross smiled. “Why else would you agree to go sniff someone else's underwear, huh?" The skunk nosed at him. “I think you were hoping it'd be just like all those rumors said. How sweaty and musky it'd be…" And the skunk sniffed him, inhaling a deep breath. “Well, you can already tell how it'd smell. You smell just like me now."

Travis gasped for air after Ross eased up off him.

“But I don't want no one going to say you didn't go the full ten yards for this." And Travis's jaw nearly hit the floor as the skunk pulled down the front of his shorts, showing off the sweaty curly white pubes hidden within. “Get on your knees, boy."

“Yes, sir." Travis didn't need the encouraging hand on his shoulder pushing him down, but Ross helped him anyway.

Travis felt his face get gripped once more by that large hand as Ross just rubbed his nose back and forth against his curly fuzz.

“That's it. Breathe me in." Ross growled lustfully above, wiping his mouth off with the back of his arm as he drooled. “Really, get in there. You're going to smell like a real man after this."

The fur was soft and warm, sweaty, and curled around Travis's nose. The musk hit him like a truck, and he was left in a daze as Ross pressed him further against the soft pudge of his lower abdomen. His belly rested against the top of the human's head and when he looked down, all Ross could see of Travis around his large gut was the back of his own hand.

Letting go, Ross took a step closer as he pinned the human there, humping gently up against his face, one thumb keeping his shorts down. His hefty sheath was filling up quickly, and the jockstrap was struggling to keep everything contained as he let Travis take his time adjusting to his potent scent.

“Breathe it all in."

It was only when he felt Travis pulling down his shorts did Ross react. His tail swayed as he grunted, feeling the constraining fabric pull around his plump sheath before finally down enough for it to gasp for breath.

“Much better-," Ross groaned out before jolting as a warm pair of lips met the opening of his sheath. “Fuck, boy. Warn a guy." He grunted, blushing as he felt hot and bothered by all this as much as he was sure Travis was. “We both know you won't kiss and tell, though."

Travis was busying himself, making out with his coach's sheath to hear anything the skunk was saying.

The sheath was warm and the lips of it were soft and moist, the taste of male coating them. A mixture of pre, sweat, and something else Travis didn't bother thinking about. It was salty and tangy as he dipped his tongue inside, swirling it around as he wrapped his lips around the opening, applying ample suction to it, making the skunk hump against his face.

Travis groaned at that. The feel of the larger male pushing against him like this. He took hold of the skunk's sheath with a hand, rubbing and stroking the thickening mass inside as he tugged and pulled those lips down until he was making out with the pre-coated tip.

Ross's fat, hanging sack swayed with the motion and bumped against Travis's chin as the human closed his eyes as his entire world was enveloped by his teacher's musky warmth. That gut was pressing down on his head. Those thick thighs rubbed against his body and every hump Ross gave enclosed what little space Travis had in sweaty black, white marked fur body, forcing itself against him.

And he loved it.

The feel of the larger male. The smell and taste of this man. It was invigorating, and Travis was already touching himself as he got lost in his teacher's world. Sucking on this skunk and drinking in everything he had to offer to quench Travis's lustful thirst.

Ross hadn't expected but appreciated his student's enthusiasm for his punishment. Ross hadn't planned on letting Travis get away with sneaking into his office like that. Seeing the human covered in his used gym clothes stimulated something in him. A thought had been forming on exactly what to do about it until he caught the young adult checking him out in the gym. Travis wasn't subtle, and it was clear the human was aroused by the skunk's body, his gym shorts doing little to hide his interest.

All Ross needed to do was give the human one good push and here he was now, between his legs sucking on his big fat dick that slurped free of its confining sheath and onto the human's waiting red carpet of a tongue, greeting it warmly with hungry drooling suckles and slurping licks.

Travis's tongue slapped against the underside of Ross's fat dick. Licking up its length and swirling around the engorged head as the skunk clawed at the wall, he was now desperately holding to keep himself upright. His legs felt like jelly and the weight of his gut was sinking over the human's face as he groaned out like an idiot, lost in the pleasure of it all.

Ross wanted to take his student's head with both hands and face fuck him to the finish line but didn't want this to end either. Travis was so into this. Into him. His smell, his body, the taste of the skunk's pre only excited him further, getting the human more eager to lick and taste every inch of his dick dipping down the back of his throat. Travis held no reservations back, getting lost in his teacher's body.

It took some encouragement and pulling to get the human off his dick, making the skunk chuckle ruefully at the idea of stopping someone from giving him a blowjob.

“Fuck, kid. Gonna make me blow before you even get a chance to sniff the rest of me." Ross gave a toothy grin as he pulled back enough to smile down at the human still on his knees before him. Drool dripped from Travis's mouth that he quickly wiped away, hungry for more.

“Sorry…?" Travis just said as the skunk rubbed a thumb over his cheek, around those full lips, and then across them, cupping his face in his hand.

“No one's going to check inside the storage room at this time." Ross said as if having done this before. “Let alone get in." And he pulled a key from around his neck, showing it off with another lewd grin. “I just wanted to see if you were… into this." The skunk cleared his throat.

“Sucking your dick?" Travis just bluntly asked, making the skunk's beady ears wiggle.

“That and, well… me." Ross took a step back and helped Travis to his feet. “Skunks aren't commonly picked up at the bar."

“Sir, I would suck on your toes if you let me." Travis just swallowed, looking at the skunk hopefully as he stood there stinking of the other man.

“Fuck." Ross just grunted, his dick throbbing enough for a drop of pre to gather on its tip. “Okay. Okay!" The skunk just said, trying to calm down as he made his way over to the mat stacked up. He hopped up onto it, stripping his shorts and jock off. “Get over here before I drag your ass."

Travis obeyed without a word, quickly coming on over.

“Let's do that." Ross just said, lazing back and turning on his side to show off his lower naked body for his student. He still had his shirts on, though they were pulled up showing off his white furred mark belly. Strands of white fur poked through the black, showing the skunks growing age.

“Do what…?" Travis slowly asked as he looked the skunk over from his head to belly, down his legs, and back up again.

“All of it." Ross just grinned. “I want you worshipping…" Ross finished, motioning down over his body. “Everything."

“Everything?"

“Everything." The skunk just said and lifted a leg to wiggle his toes. “Start there and work your way up. And don't go after this," he groped himself with a hefty hand. “First. Save the best part for last."

Travis licked his lips, still tasting his teacher on them. “What if I think every part of you is the best part?"

Ross's dick throbbed at that, and the skunk just gave him another enormous smile, his eyes practically beaming. “Then I don't think we'll have any troubles at all."

Travis reached out a hand and, to his amusement, Ross sucked in his gut a bit as if embarrassed about it. The human brought his hand down on it to rub and feel the soft pudge of it through the thick markings of white.

“It's soft." Travis just noted as the skunk's beady ears splayed out. “And squishy."

“Yeah. I need to lay off the drink." Ross didn't want to mention how much he drank after he caught his wife cheating on him after telling her he was bi. “And the fast food." He reached a hand down and Travis placed his own over it. The two felt the skunk's heavy breath lifting his gut up before it sagged back down.

“I think you look good." Travis said honestly as he scratched over it. It gave the two a moment to calm down before continuing what they'd been doing. “It's soft and warm and I bet you'd be great to… snuggle with." Travis blushed a bit at that, making the skunk chuckle.

“Better than someone with no meat on their bones!" Ross just gave a deep laugh that shook his gut as he rested on his back. “You can keep that up if you like. Feels good…"

“And we're in no rush." Travis recalled.

“This is nice…" Ross closed his eyes as Travis continued to rub over his gut up to his chest to scratch at the thick fur there underneath his shirt. A finger brushed one of his large nipples, making the skunk grunt.

Ross tensed for that single second, trying to play it off as he settled back down.

Neither of the two addressed it as Travis continued to tease and play with one of those thick nubs. Around it, against it, squeezing and twisting it gently before giving it a soft tug. Listening and watching for the reaction it had on his teacher.

Ross kept his eyes closed but the grunts he gave, the twitch of his dick, and the movement of his tail, told Travis enough.

“I wonder…" Travis moved up, crouching down to pull back the top of his coach's shirt as the skunk opened his eyes partially to watch. Watching with lustful, half-lidded eyes. Travis looked up at him and, without a word, wrapped his lips around the dark-skinned nub that was his teacher's nipple.

Ross groaned softly at that, wrapping a muscular arm around the human, and pulling him close as Travis licked and teased the rubber-like nub with his tongue and teeth. Travis could feel the heat of his teacher's armpit against his side, the sweat of it making him sweat again as Travis closed his eyes and focused his full attention on the task at hand.

He ran a hand under the shirt, scratching over Ross's stomach once more. Feeling it rise and fall with the skunk's breaths, the only sound other than the moan that escaped one of the two now and then. Ross's fur felt smooth against his skin and Travis could've easily fallen asleep nestled up to him with the warmth and smell pouring off the skunk's body.

“Hey." Ross nudged the human, waking him back up. “As much as I am enjoying this, I think it's best if you continue… we can snuggle after."

“Sure." Travis let go and got back up with a stretch. “You're just very… comfortable."

Ross smiled at that before adjusting himself lewdly with a hand. “I'll keep that in mind. If you do a good job, I'm sure I wouldn't have a problem with going back to that. If you like." The skunk added at the end.

“I do want to continue." Travis giggled a bit, in a high from the feel and smell of this man.

“Me too." And with that, Travis moved down the skunk's body.

Rubbing a hand down Ross's closest leg, Travis stopped at his teacher's paws. Ross had a pair of tall soccer socks on with track shoes. Something Travis always thought was rather amusing for such a large brawny guy like Ross to wear. He supposed it was because he was a gym teacher as he tugged on the sock and let it snap back.

“Do they make you wear this?"

“Maybe." Ross just lifted a bit to watch the human at work. “Good thing you're taking them off."

Travis chuckled at that, undoing the laces and pulling one off, then the other.

“Whoa there," Ross sat up, stopping Travis.

“What?"

“You're missing out." The skunk just added, giving a nudge to the shoe with his snout. Travis didn't seem to follow. “Just stick your nose in there, kid. Taking a slow breath. You'll see what I mean." Travis did. Listening to his teacher before coughing and pulling back, making Ross laugh. “I said slow! Don't inhale. Snorting it like that is going to make you gag." The skunk smirked. “Got to listen to your teacher."

“Yes, sir." Travis blushed, wrinkling his nose. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get the smell of his teacher's shoes out of his nose. He rubbed at it, making Ross chuckle some more.

“Okay, now only take one of my socks off. If you're good… I'll let you keep it." Ross added, making Travis blush a bit. “What? You deserve a reward for all your hard work. We both know you wanted one."

“It's not like I was going to steal one…" Travis hesitated as he rubbed the skunk's paw with both hands.

“Maybe. Maybe not." Ross rolled his eyes, not really caring at this point. “Look kid, I'm gonna give ya' one if you like." Travis just nodded. “Good. Now. One sock off."

Travis obeyed. He gripped the tall sock with both hands, struggling a bit to pull it down around the ankle and then off the skunk's enormous paw. The sock was sweaty and made his palms clammy. It smelled as strong as the shoe had. He could feel the heat from it already as he pulled it off, pocketing it, getting a chuckle from Ross, but the skunk said nothing about that as he lifted his paw up.

“Go ahead. Stick your nose right between the big toe and others. Really get it in there." Ross just lifted his leg up, supporting it with a hand.

Travis just nodded, moving around the mat to get on the other side. He held the skunk's ankle with both hands as he moved forward. The paw was as large as his face and had dark gray paw pads on each of the clawed toes and over the central sole. They were just as warm and soft as Travis had dreamt; they'd be.

Ross curled his toes around the human's face after Travis pushed his nose right into that sweet spot. He could smell the skunk's aroma as the heat of that sweaty paw washed over his face, mixing with the other smells Ross had rubbed over him. Sweaty and musky, with an earthiness to it. A distinct smell from the skunk's humid armpit and groin, but no less potent. It was strange how much Travis was learning about his teacher through smell alone. Every part of the skunk was new and exciting, sending tingling warmth between his legs and making him pant like a dog in heat.

“Oooh, fuck." Travis couldn't hold the moan back as he licked up over the central pad. Tasting the skunk's long day of work. Ross curled his toes again at that, encouraging the human to continue. Travis gladly went to doing so, licking over each toe before kissing them after. Going down on the big toe and licking around it, suckling it, cleaning it over the sweat between the other toe, and just moaning loudly around each digit.

That musky, earthy taste of the skunk's paws was getting Travis worked up again. He felt the other socked paw rub over his face. Ross petted his cheek and rubbed that powerful stench over him. When Travis turned to face it, the skunk pressed his socked paw right over the human's face, letting him take a breath of the damp fabric.

“Now, whip out your dick." Ross ordered and Travis was too drunk on the skunk's scent to argue or question anything anymore.

Travis moved back just enough to pull his rigid shaft out. It bounced in the air. The musky warmth of the room tickled his exposed head, the slit dripping a bit from all this teasing.

“Good. Now, just like you did with your nose… rub your dick between my toes." Ross told him and Travis did.

Getting back into position, the human stood at the end of the mat and maneuvered his dick against the skunk's sole. It slapped against the paw pad, making Travis shudder as the skunk teased his toes over the tip.

“That's right. Angle it like that. Between the big toes and others… Now, let me just… and you just…" Ross lifted his sock paw. “Breathe this in." And Travis did.

Using the skunk's socked paw like a mask over his face, Travis was jerked off by the other. The human took hold of the base while the skunk worked the top portion, rubbing his toes over the sensitive head, and squeezing just underneath it. Stroking and rubbing it.

Using his heel, Ross teased his student's sack as Travis huffed into the sweaty, socked paw. Rubbing the length of it with the paw and Travis humped into it against him, rubbing his shaft between those squeezing toes and feeling the sweaty warmth rub back.

It was all Travis needed to work up to his finish. All this teasing and buildup, all the smells mixed and the feel of his dick getting played with by his teacher's paw was all the horny young adult needed. And he came, hard. Spurting his load between those toes, streaking the black fur leg white.

Ross shoved his socked paw against Travis's face, not letting the human catch any clean air as he came. Wanting the human to think of this smell during his orgasm. To know his teacher was the one responsible for it.

Travis shuddered, gripping the foot for support as Ross worked his dick until it hurt. Until there was nothing left to give, and still the skunk teased him for more. Travis jerked back, panting, as he held the basketball bin for support.

“Holy…" He mouthed the next word out as he looked at the skunk. “Wow."

Ross chuckled as he patted his gut with a hand. “Now then. Get back up here," the skunk's dark-skinned dick twitched, rising high and proud between his legs as it oozed pre. “We're not done just yet." Ross didn't even mind the feel of the human's release between his toes, just watching Travis climb up on the mat with him and over the skunk.

Ross traced a hand down the human's side. Travis hadn't bothered to pull his shorts up and had kicked them off, climbing up here to join the skunk on the stack of mats. The two were wearing shirts but little else as the human lay over the skunk who roughly grabbed him and pulled him closer.

Ross forced his lips against Travis's, kissing him intensely. Travis was still recovering from his release and was helpless at his teacher's advances, easily giving in to that probing tongue, trying to get into his mouth. The thick girth of it filled his mouth as Ross groaned into the kiss, making out with the young adult as he rubbed and groped and felt the human over with lustful, curious hands as he pressed their bodies together. Not letting a sliver of light between the two. Ross gripped both of Travis's arms tightly as their lips sealed together in a passionate, drooly kiss.

In the next moment, Travis felt the world turning upside down as Ross flipped him onto his back. The large skunk straddled the human's body and pressed down on him with his thick gut, holding him in place as he broke their kiss.

“Now then, one last place." Ross rubbed over Travis's cheek with his thumb. “And then you'll smell fully like me." With a single kiss, Ross pushed Travis onto his back before turning around and blocking out the light seeping into the storage room with his full rear end looming overhead.

Tail hiked high; the skunk just squatted over the human before slowly taking a heavy seat on Travis's face. The human squirmed under him as Ross chuckled, feeling his steaming hot ass cheeks press against Travis's “lovely" face cheeks.

The human pushed against him but couldn't get the skunk's hefty weight off. Ross kindly adjusted his position to make it tolerable for the human. The skunk's sweaty taint rubbed over Travis's face a few times as the skunk got on his knees before sitting back once more.

“The sooner you get me off," Ross grunted, adjusting his hefty sack, so it draped down over Travis's chest. “The sooner I get off." The skunk pressed down on him to get his point across.

Travis's groans reverberated over the skunk's tail hole, stimulating the skunk's prostate, making his shaft stand tall and proud, glistening in the dull light slipping through the open side window. The air of the room was heavy, thick with the skunk's smell. It was hot, and the two were sweating as the skunk rocked his weight back and over the human's face before easing up, giving him a chance for Travis to catch his breath.

It was only when those lips met his sweaty donut ring did Ross begin jerking off. Feeling the human's face between his ass cheeks, watching Travis's legs squirm. The human had no choice but to eat his teacher's fat ass out as the skunk jerked off above him, supporting most of his weight on his muscular thighs. It was a perfect way to end the school day.

“Kiss it." Ross grunted. “Lick it." He huffed. “Sniff it." He ordered. “Taste me. Smell like me. That's what you wanted." The skunk pumped his fat dick fiercely with his large hand, stroking off faster and harder than before as his sack bounced with the momentum of it. “Going to make you smell like me…"

The very words were like an aphrodisiac.

The feel of Travis's tongue against his hole, the human's face against his ass, the weight of the skunk pressing down on his student, Travis pushed against his body while so hungrily eating him out. It was all Ross needed.

Sitting down on the human's face, shoving him against his ass crack, and having Travis kiss his hole was the last push Ross needed, pumping his dick as it throbbed and sprayed thick skunk juice all over the human's front. Coating Travis's chest, stomach, and groin in its stench. The thick splooge stunk and the room quickly smelled like the skunk's sex den. Travis didn't fare any better, smelling just like skunk afterward after getting squirted.

Ross eased off Travis's face and eased off the mat to give the human a chance to recover.

“Holy," Ross was the one to say this time around, chuckling as he wiped his sweaty brow off with the back of one hand. “Been a while since I blew that hard." He looked back at the human. Travis was gasping for air like a fish out of water, indented into the mat from the heavy weight that had been on top of him.

And all he could smell was the skunk.

“That's what they meant… by getting skunked." Travis just said as Ross helped him up, the two cleaning up before dressing and heading out.

“Yeah… you might not want to hang out with any canines for a while." Ross just chuckled, sheepishly smiling as he helped Travis get his things.

“How long?"

“Well, skunk smell can last a couple of weeks," Ross said as if in apology. “And tomato baths don't work. Just trust me on that." He patted the human on the back.

“As long as weasels can't smell it." Travis grumbled, not wanting to think what Wesley would have to say if he ever caught wind of this. Ross said nothing about that, rubbing the back of his neck once more. Travis nosed under his arm, making the skunk jump before chuckling. “Sorry."

“Don't be. That was very flattering." Ross' tail swayed as he walked Travis outside. “So… it's the weekend."

“Right?" The human stopped to look at his teacher.

“You… want to get something to eat? Drive-thru, my treat." Ross offered. “We can head back to my place… get that snuggle I owe you after we eat. Maybe watch something."

“You know what, Ross? That sounds like the best damn way to spend a weekend." And the human, smelling like skunk, enjoyed his musk-filled days off.