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Pioneer pushed the door shut with his shoulders, extra careful not to drop the package he clutched in his paws. A quick flick of the wrist locked the handle, and then he bustled over to the counter to cut his way into the thickly-packed box, through the layers of tape and packing and other such preparations. His heart had leapt into his throat when he'd gotten the notification that something had arrived for him at the office, and he had quickly wrapped up his task to head on down there and retrieve it... and now here it was, little more than two flat yet malleable discs, nothing obtuse or unusual.

Except he knew what they were. A quick glance over the instructions and warnings, all things he had known about before he had placed the order, and the skunk already felt the anticipation and arousal stirring down in his loins, straining at the front of his pants where he stood over the counter. Once more he looked over at the door, his wide, bushy tail flicking side to side; then he reached down, undid just the button of his fly, slid his paw down beneath the waistband with one of those discs clutched in his palm, swirled around towards his backside, and pushed it down.

Even though he knew he'd closed and locked the door, he still kept his eye over on the handle in case someone happened to come in anyway. The skunk swallowed, lifted up a bit, adjusted his posture to allow his paw to descend more easily; he ran his fingerpads down across the rim of his tailhole, soft skin teasing over dense wrinkles; he pressed the disc up against himself until the cool sensation of the flexible material in the center tickled up against him, then pushed, clenched, pushed again, as though leaving a little smooch against the surface. Putting it in place just worked him up further, so that now it was much harder removing his paw from his pants as it had been to slip it in. He struggled with finding the channel select on the side of the rim, then managed to yank that paw free.

There he stood a moment longer, just feeling the thing pushing up against his rum, turning this way and that, lifting one leg and then the other to see if that made it move at all. Satisfied with its positioning, then, Pioneer focused back on the other disc still resting atop the counter: he picked it up, turned it over, slid the channel over on the side to the same one, took a breath, held it... flipped the power switch. For a moment there was nothing... and then a strange, distinct sizzling, or tingling, or tickling, or something seemed to fizzle out from both ends, making him jump for the one in his paws and twitch and clench for the one under his tail.

And then it all came into view through the center of the device, something that he'd seen only in painstakingly taken pictures and videos or through clever use of a mirror. The same lines and wrinkles, the succulent folds of flesh puckering in towards the center; the way everything pulsed and flexed when he clenched, tightening in and then spreading back out, then doing so again, and again... it was disorienting at first, seeing the results of his own bodily motions as soon as he did them, right here through the mouth of the little portal held in his paws.

But it was real. And it was his. What had started as rumor a few weeks ago turned into research and study, then asking around a few certain friends... and an entire epic quest of tasks later eventually landed the device here, in his paws.

Or, one of them in his paws, with the other nestled up underneath his tail. The skunk swallowed again, leaned in closer, let his lips come in through the mouth of the portal - and could feel the heavy, humid heat of his own body seeping out. He pursed his lips and blew a gentle stream of air, then immediately stopped for the way it tickled at his tailhole.

A flutter of anticipation paired with disbelief, all wrapped together in arousal and irresistibility... this was something he had fantasized about for years. Pioneer swallowed again, wet his lips, took in another breath, then pushed his muzzle in further until the portal hooked around his jaw - and then he flicked his tongue out and took a slow, deep, firm lick.

Immediately one of his legs raised halfway up, the skunk's tailhole clenching again beneath his own attention. He drew his tongue back, swallowed, let out a shivering sigh, then dove right back in, dragging up and over his pucker so that he could feel each little fold and wrinkle. Again and again he went, now up one side, now up the other; he swirled around and around, loving the little tickle under his tail, and how he could feel it both there as well as on his tongue; he pursed his lips again, pressed himself forward, sealed his mouth against his rim in a gentle kiss, sucked a little bit, teased his tongue into the center... before long Pioneer had hunched over, elbows braced atop the counter with both paws mashing the portal against his face in different angles so that he could slurp and slop more easily at his own tailhole.

His pants strained with tight, intense arousal, throbbing up every time he lapped across himself. Again and again the skunk tried to work his thumbs in through the space as well, to spread his rump so that he could press his tongue more easily into himself, but there wasn't quite enough room for that on this model. If he stretched his tongue downwards he could feel the little wrinkled line of skin that led to his sack, and then upwards he could drag across the underside of his bushy tail, now curled up at the base with the delightful sensation; he went until his jaw started to ache, and then he finally drew back, panting heavily, loving the sensation of those unsteady breaths across his saliva-slickened rump.

Thick strands of drool draped down across the portal, linking his mouth to his own tailhole. With a swirl of his tongue he broke those strands and swallowed them down, then gave a few more deliberate clenches just so he could see it happen. Distracted yet again, Pioneer held the portal up, pursed his lips, spat another glob out across himself - twitched in reflex - then thought about it a second, leaned in, and sucked it right back off.

Once more he glanced back towards the door. He had a lot to do today.