Skunk on a Short Leash
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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Arty was already pretty thoroughly smashed, mashing his nose into his bear boyfriend's crotch before being playfully pried away. The drunk skunk's glasses were off-kilter and his backwards Kangol hat was drooping over his eyes. The bear kindly placed both back in their proper spots before fending off another advance, the skunk's tongue lolling out to lick at the bear's bulging pants. He only stopped when a strong white paw clutched his chest from behind, those of a white wolf who shoved a newly lit joint between the skunk's lips. Arty went limp as he puffed and fell back onto his butt, enjoying the joint forced upon him. He burned out more than his fair share of the roll. It wasn't that he was unaware of what he was doing. He knew perfectly well the image he projected when he slipped his paw up the bruin's pants and tried to grab the bear's meat, but again had his entreaty rebuffed. It was the image of an incredibly horny, vulnerable little fellow just waiting to be taken advantage of. It's hard to be too particular about your image when you've already been stripped of your clothing by an amorous pair who've been filling you with drugs and alcohol all night, though. Sitting back on the floor again, paws behind him to support his slightly tipsy self, his naked body was presented to the bear, who just had to smile.
He had some uncommon markings, though no one doubted his skunk-hood. He was lighter, a grey body and snow white stomach and muzzle. He sported black tips on his ears and the signature 'black socks' like a fox, all inherited from being partially a hybrid. A bit of a mutt, to put it as crudely as the wolf sometimes did, but he had the shape of a skunk, the large powerful tail of a skunk, and the signature double stripes from bangs to tailtip. Aside from these the skunk was physically average, but no one ever said average didn't mean good, and here was living proof. Go at Arty with a tape measure and you would find everything to be just about in the middle. His sturdy but slight frame, his height, even his cock and balls were all delightfully normal. His gray fur was soft as cashmere, though, and his eyes could illuminate a darkened room. Yet, under his glasses and hat, behind his slightly crooked smile, he emanated a certain warmth and vitality that made his unremarkable body seem to glow resplendently. It was like the sort of halo of brightness that surrounded people in religious paintings. It followed him naturally and seemed to be his defining trait, fox-influenced or otherwise. But, leaning backwards with his svelte body to the bear, the most noticeable fox characteristic was the dick already filling out the skunk's sheath and presenting its tip.
The wolf took a seat behind the skunk and let the energetic fellow lean back against his soft white fur. None of them wore a shirt, but the skunk, who tried to lick the wolf's nose, was the only one in the buff. It hadn't taken much convincing to get the clothes off, either. Just one quick order. The wolf shoved a bottle of beer into the skunk's paws and watched as it was reflexively lifted to his lips for a thirsty gulp. With the bottle about half empty he took half a breath before the wolf tipped the bottle back up, forcing him to chug the rest of the booze down with no breath. Either he was used to chugging beer, or, somehow, he had lost his gag reflex long ago. Arty knew what they were doing, he drunk, not stupid... but as he sank further into intoxication of the buffet of drugs he started to shed his identity of a working professional and fell further toward his primal urges, unable to escape from a high that wasn't going to fade for hours.
The wolf and bear traded excited looks, grinning thin evil smiles as the skunk incapacitated himself more. They were two cooks seasoning an already well prepared dish. The water was boiling and every time the skunk would suddenly lunge himself at one of their bodies it was like taste testing an increasingly delicious sauce. The skunk would be ready soon. His timer was already beginning to pop.
"A little aggressive tonight, Arty," the wolf hissed into the skunk's ear, wrapping his arms around the skunk's body and taking a hold of his balls, squeezing and rolling them in his paw as he teased the already enamored skunk. His paws roamed over the skunk's body, touching anywhere but the sheath or the pink cock tip already poking out. This wasn't about gratification, it was about preparation, and he knew how to whip Arty into a steamy froth and how exactly to pour on the loving so that he would only slowly become more and more anxious.
"C'mon Vidar, whose fault is that?" the skunk asked with a giggle, only slightly slurred, playfully fighting against the wolf's tight hold and explorations. The bear suddenly joined them, coming down from the couch, taking a joint from his teeth, and pressing his lips against the Arty's to exhale the potent smoke into the murring skunk. Kneeling, the bear dwarfed the two sitting on the floor, and he was a dominant presence in the room. He was built like a shot putter. He didn't seem to bulge with dark brown muscles carved from marble, but he absolutely radiated a certain kind of reserved power in his bulky arms, legs and generous gut. His body seemed to deny any singular definition, and the only adjective a focus group would ever be able to agree on would be "commanding." He lifted the skunk up and sat back down on the couch, letting the loopy fellow in his arms rest on top of him. Arty didn't know whether to struggle upwards or downwards, but quickly the bear decided for him, cupping the skunk's ass cheeks in his beefy paws and pulling the him up for a kiss that the skunk returned with vigor. It quickly became almost a contest who could more fervently, breathlessly, urgently suck and lick and kiss the other's muzzle, and the skunk actually seemed to be winning, getting his whole body into the action as he ground his cock against the bear's body. The bruin kneaded the skunk's small, fit cheeks in his paws. Arty's pants of ecstasy drowned out the bear, and he writhed in erotic tension against him.
As the two elevated each other's passions (the skunk's rate of ascent much, much steeper), the wolf joined in. He pressed himself against the skunk's back, scratching his nails along the skunk's sides while nibbling the sensitive black eartips. The skunk was trapped between the two, feeling both their bodies squeeze him, his dick already fully hard and grinding against the bear's jeans. He was woozy, he was horny, he was hot and sweaty and cramped, and he was groaning in lust into the bruin's muzzle as they kissed passionately. The bear was almost as potent an intoxicant as anything else to grace his lips that night. He felt Vidar's paws on his shoulder, and then suddenly with a yank he was pulled from his passionate love lock and was on his knees before the couch. The bear coolly, as if it were planned months in advance, pulled off his pants and allowed the wolf to assist him, shoving the skunk's face into the dark brown crotch fur. The tinge of musk titillated the skunk, huffing the scent into his lungs like an incense, burying his nose in it and rubbing his cheek against the soft cock.
Vidar shoved him again, and Arty immediately took the bear's balls in his mouth with a whimper, rolling the orbs with his tongue and gently pulling the furry sack. As he delighted himself in his duties, he felt the white wolf's body grind against his back, pinning his wide striped tail between them. Vidar laughed heartily, like some kind of complex prank was falling into place as he and DB sandwiched Arty between them. Though it was the bear's bouncy balls in his mouth, it was Vidar's paws that were driving him wild, the sharp nails digging into his flesh as they raked over his body. Every inch of fur was explored, and most importantly the skunk's balls were rolled and squeezed and pulled, sometimes one paw jiggling them while the other arm wrapped itself around the skunk, holding him in place, as if he would have tried to escape. His fingers even slipped between the two grey cheeks and traced the rim of the skunk's hole, then pressing against it to threaten penetration, but not quite hard enough to actually release that tension. Vidar laughed because he made Arty moan most by avoiding his dick, which had already grown to its full potential under the influences of pot, scotch, and cock, and while to wrap his paw around the dribbling dick would have elicited a long relieved moan from the skunk, doing anything but only caused the anxious skunk to moan and pant in ever increasing want.
The white wolf didn't quite match the bear for physical presence, though with his physique he'd probably sooner be the one carved into a statue. Or put on a wanted poster. Either way he'd have a beer bottle in his hand, and even now one was sitting only a few inches away for the occasional swig. He was slightly larger than the skunk, though their frames seemed proportionate, but bending over the shuddering, whimpering grey-furred boy he seemed so much larger. Really the skunk was only a little smaller, a little younger, and more than a little less tolerant to alcohol. The icy blue accents of fur on Vidar's back and face were omnipresent at any get together supplying sufficient booze. Any difference in size the wolf made up for in exuberance. DB might enter a room and suddenly seem to be the center of it, but when Vidar entered a room you'd swear he was everywhere at once. And that was how it seemed now to the simpering skunk, who might have testified to a jury that a dozen paws were caressing and handling his body when it was only two frenetic ones.
Slurping on balls was second nature to the skunk, so while he continued to lap gratefully at the bear's package, his mind rested completely on the wolf. Claws dig into his skin, hot breath warmed the nap of his neck, and the wolf's alcohol-soaked breath wafted through him. He was stuck, unable to even wag his bushy tail under the wolf's weight, which pressed his nose again and again into the bear's crotch. In their passion, musks were beginning to ferment and rise, and all this motion, scent, taste, and touch nearly overwhelmed his senses to the point that he was already leaking a steady stream of sweet precum that hung like a thick string connected to the floor under him. He may have exploded if only the wolf would wrap his paw around the leaking cock and provide only a few quick strokes.
Just when the bruin had finally grown erect and the cockthirsty skunk was to wrap his lips around the pole for the first time that night, he felt a tug at his neck that pulled him backwards, crashing to his ass and onto his back. He had almost forgotten his collar was on, and clipped to it was the short chain leash Vidar now held in his paw. It was easy to forget the fitted length of leather and chain was around his neck, it was designed to fit loose when slack, but a jerk of the connected chain tightened around the submissive's neck, giving pause to whatever he might be doing when yanked away. Looking up from the ground, Vidar was upside down and a little bit spinny... but Arty could always make out the wolf's mischievous smile under any influence.
"On all fours," Vidar demanded, teeth showing behind curled lips. Arty returned the smile and shuffled to his paws, his tail now free to wag with all the happy abandon it had wanted to. Kneeling, his dick didn't sag under its weight, it stood still as firm as it likely would all night. And it would be a long, hard night. The wolf straddled the skunk, lightly taking a seat on his back. His paws and claws still worked over the skunk's body, fine scratches in the skin hidden under the thick yet fine fur. He put his drink between the skunk's shoulder blades, warning him not to spill it. DB stood up from the couch and got on his knees to lower himself to the Arty's level, then grabbed the prone skunk's muzzle in his paw and pulled the his dark face against his dick, still wet with the skunk's spit. The bear only had to offer the skunk a little instruction, and soon he was nuzzling the bear's cock obediently, knowing not yet to slip the hard shaft between his lips. It was a great contrast for the skunk, the bear's simple softness and the wolf's aggression, to know he was safe between them yet thrilled with the rush of danger the wolf's claws dug into his skin.
"Listen now," Vidar commanded, "DB and I got plans for you tonight. So here's the deal. First of all, no more speaking. You can whine, bark, yelp, shake your ass, whatever... but DB and I don't want to hear you say a word. If you're our pet for the night, well, pets don't talk outside of Disney movies. Understood?"
"Understood," Arty answered. A quick smack to the ass shut him up, except for the shrill yip that escaped his throat, which caused Vidar's bottle to slip off his back, though the wolf was able to catch it before it spilled.
"That one's for speaking," he said, adding one more, harder smack on the same cheek to elicit another shout and causing the skunk's cheeks to pinken and the skunk to tear up a moment, "and that one's for spilling my booze." Vidar polished off the bottle and tossed it aside. "Anyway, second rule, you stay and walk on all fours. Just like a little dog" Vidar laughed, really sinking his claws into Arty's sides as he did, maybe not even realizing quite how sharp his claws were begining to leave marks that could be seen even through the fur. "And don't you go lowering that tail either. You keep that thing raised for us, understood? ....and I mean anything either of us wanna do to that tailhole of yours or any of the other holes on your body is ours for the taking, alright? You're our pet and you do as you're told."
The skunk nodded, his face still pressed against DB's dick.
"And most importantly," DB butted in for the first time, putting his paw under Arty's chin and lifting him up to catch his eyes, "disobey and there's gonna be hell to pay. Now are you going to be a good puppy tonight?"
The skunk's smile was too wide to be mistaken for anything but joyful obedience, and already the rattling of his short chain as the wolf got off his back had him excited. DB did not wait long, either, yanking the chain downward, choking the collar against the willing skunk's next and bringing his chin down to the ground. Arty immediately lifted his tail, and could hear the laughing wolf behind him before he could feel the fingers against his hole. They were cold with lube, making him shiver a little, but they warmed slowly as the fingers sunk into him. First one, wiggling and curling inside him, then two, then three fingers spreading his hole open slowly. Vidar wasn't gentle.
Next, he felt the cool glass of one of their high-end toys. Vidar knew how to milk a moment, and for a few seconds he simply held it in place against the mewling skunk's hole. Finally it was pushed inside him. Arty could tell immediately it was a plug, but they had so many of different sizes, all of which had been shoved inside him at one point or another, that he could only close his eyes and grit his teeth, not knowing when the increasingly wide plug would stop stretching him. He made sure to keep his tail raised high though, and the bear made sure to keep the chain taut (though a paw ruffling his ears was comforting), but already he was whimpering. The wolf stopped to put more lube on the toy, and then the skunk felt a sudden quick push that sunk the rest of the girthy plug into him, accompanied by a fevered yelp, his hole shutting quick around it. When was the last time they'd used one this big?!
"We'll need the room for later," the wolf said in a tone that could only be accompanied by a wink. Now, only minutes into their agreement, his hole was filled and stretched, and the weighty glass plug actually made him wobble as the bruin bid him to rise. Rising to all four again, now, the skunk was greeted with a view of the bear's tailhole. It was only a brief glimpse, though, before another harsh tug pulled his muzzle into the bear's ass, nearly burrowing his nose into it, then immediately and obediently stretching out his tongue to lick and lap it. The bear's musk was especially strong here, his nose buried between the two meaty cheeks, the scent pervaded him, and it was magnified now by the sweaty taste on his tongue. Not that the skunk lacked the necessary enthusiasm, but the bear made a game of yanking the pet's chain, choking the collar and mashing the nose against his balls, the skunk yelping and burrowing his tongue deep into the moaning bear's hole, flicking his tongue along the rim and sucking the pucker.
He felt the claws against his body again, tracing fresh scratches from only minutes earlier, making them sting as the nails drew over them again. Vidar was kneeling behind him, and he could feel the fur against his own, the suddenly naked white wolf pressing against the back of his thighs. The paws clung onto him and he felt his hole begin to spread open wider. For a second he thought the plug was being pulled out, but that was impossible with both the wolf's paws clamped around him, then he realized that this wasn't one of their regular plugs. It was the two-tiered plug. It was only halfway in, and now the wolf was humping him, slowly forcing in the rest. He went slow, pushing forward to spread the skunk's battered hole open, before letting it come back to rest in the middle, then thrust slowly with his hips again to force it open a little more. Each thrust made Arty squeal feverishly, and each feverish squeal made DB pull the chain and the skunk's face back to the duty it had been drafted into. The wolf mimicked the skunk's squeals, taunting him each time he would thrust the plug a little further in. This was more than the skunk had faced in awhile, and soon his panting was heavy and laden with exhaustion, though his dick continued to bely this distraught image. Every thrust, met with a concerned cry, was similarly met with a jolt in his dick like an electrical current being passed through it, and another viscous drop of precum would leak to the floor. The dick would, still, probably erupt if touched, but Vidar kept his paws away.
"Awww, c'mon, it can't hurt that much can it? This isn't the first time you've had your asshole pried open like this," Vidar taunted as he gave the skunk a rest. It sounded almost like the kind of playful jabber between friends on a basketball court, almost friendly, but laced with a hissing kind of sanctimony that marked the wolf so well. At any rate, the skunk had to shake his head no, and bark twice, weak in his breathless passion, but still it was understood as a plea for more. And so with one quick thrust, and one loud yelp, the wolf thrust hard and smacked his hips against the skunk's cheeks, the full plug now sunk firmly between the two small cheeks. The wolf almost had to feel proud. In fact, he did. And he rewarded himself with a shot of rum and a Dr. Pepper chaser sitting on a nearby table. The pet got a quick toke and a breather before another yank on the chain returned him to the bear's service.
Soon DB sat up straight, Arty's tounge slipping out with a satisfied smack. He was still catching his breath, the hefty toy now sitting still in his stretched hole, but his tongue lolled out in exhaustion. A salty sweat had begun to cover him, which he would have been completely oblivious of, if not for the stinging against the fresh cuts of scratches gone a bit too deep. Fortunately, Vidar brought him out a bowl of water and the skunk lapped at it with a rapacious thirst, drinking despite not wanting to wash the bear's taste from his mouth. The bear grabbed his collar and pushed him down into the bowl, to swallow the water - which of course was tainted with a heavy amount of citrus flavored rum - the devious wolf slipped a tight leather harness onto the pet, irrepressible smiles spreading across both their muzzles when the leather straps were tightened snug against his body.
His throat moist again, he was yanked upwards again and ordered to sit. He sat on his knees with his hands planted in front awaiting his next command. He saw two dicks positioned in front of him. Vidar relaxed, laying back on DB's tummy, his canine cock only half hard but impressive even at that. Neither was tremendous, but both were impressive. The bear was meaty and veiny and the wolf, by the end of the night, would have one of the most satisfying knot, swollen up like a juicy grapefruit. Though he wanted to immediately bury his face in both, he patiently waited his cue, which came when the drunken white wolf grabbed the pet's collar and yanked it to his dick.
Arty worked Vidar's cock expertly with his tongue and lips, unable to use his paws as they were to be kept on the floor at all time. He loved the feeling of a cock growing inside his muzzle, and he kept his nose pressed against the white fur crotch fur, feeling the tip slip further and further back into his throat, until it gagged him. He would tear up a second and take a breathe around the cock, but used it as motivation that he could go a little further. DB tapped his cock against Arty's chin and the skunk changed positions, drawing his tongue under the already stiff cock before wrapping his lips around the head and suckling it, tasting the third of the bruin's unique tastes when precum seeped onto his tongue. He could deepthroat perfectly, never gagging, and loved to shove the rod back down into his throat, then lap at the bear's big balls. A tap on his nose and he switched back to the wolf's dick, nuzzling it momentarily before taking the balls in his mouth, stretching and licking the fuzzy sack. The moment his lips wrapped around the dick, though, Vidar leaned forward, grabbed the skunk's ears and fucked his muzzle senseless for a good minute, even pulling the Kangol hat over the skunk's eyes in his fervor, before trading back off to the bear. They traded back and forth like this, sometimes giving the now-blind skunk barely a second on a dick before having to scurry back to the other, and at least once they pressed their leaking heads together for the skunk to lick both, attempt to get both in his muzzle at once and drink their mix of salty precum. The skunk couldn't see any of it with his hat pulled over his eyes, but this was a pretty good situation to be using only your senses of taste and touch, anyway. Finally the bear tossed the hat completely and, though his glasses were somewhat askew, he could again see his boyfriend's big bear belly bouncing and jiggling with the thrusts.
Artwork by Ruaidri used with permission.
The skunk's dick pulsated. His skox knot was swollen with no physical provocation, and a puddle of precum was connected by a thin liquid wire to his dick. It actually ran in a small stream away from him. But paws that couldn't leave the floor couldn't grab a dick, and so his dick went begging, throbbing and swelling painfully.
It was almost like taunting, then, when DB tapped his dick against the skunk's chin and, shifting Vidar off his stomach, slouched forward and fucked the skunk's muzzle. His paws held the skunk's head still as he humped furiously into the gullet, his long veiny dick pounding against the back of the head. A less experienced pet would have only been able to open wide and hope for the best, but this pair had long ago perfected this, and the skunk's lips kept wrapped tight against the dick, and his tongue cradled the invading shaft perfectly, rolling along the underside as it thrust into him. Though he wasn't finishing himself off for the night, the bear pressed the skunk's muzzle into his crotch and held it there for a few long, luxuriant seconds while he squirted thick gobs of cum down the skunk's throat. Pulling out a little for a last few squirts, the skunk gathered a significant pool of spunk in his muzzle. Dick still in his lips, he savored the taste, then swallowed at the bear's command.
DB was like a Hummer, though. Only took about five minutes to fill him up. So while he recharged, taking a quick break to smoke and mix a few drinks, the skunk volunteered his tongue to clean the Vidar's hand and foot paws, nibbling the pads gently as the wolf relaxed on the couch, not wanting to overexert himself on a blowjob before the real show, anyway. DB brought out with him three martinis - one in a salt-rimmed bowl. Vidar and DB sat back and relaxed, discussing world events while fondling their balls, their loyal pet lapping up his mixed drink happily. This was no lull in the action for Arty, for whom the continual reaffirmation of his submission was just as arousing as a nibbled ear or tweaked nipple - and that's not even to mention that while he drank the wolf would occasionally lean down to nibble the skunk's ear or tweak his nipple. The skunk's knot was fully swollen and his balls pulled back into his body, as if on the absolute edge of orgasm, but though it dangled precipitously over that edge - figuratively, literally it was stiff as a lead pipe - it only leaked pre like a river for now.
The wolf stood up and made a trip to their wall of equipment. It was where he'd grabbed the girthy plug now stretching the skunk's ass, and where he now picked up various loops and strips of leather. Some of them he knew didn't do anything other than be sexy, but with a skunk like Arty, anything meant to keep a guy in place was unnecessary anyway. Arty wouldn't squirm away. That's why it was much decoration when Vidar put on the leg bars which would keep Arty on his knees. It wasn't necessary to put the leather cuffs around the skunk's wrists and connect them with a stainless steel rod. It wasn't necessary to wrap a second collar around the skunk's neck, this one a shock collar. Vidar had to lean down to get even with the skunk's face and tap the buzzer remote against his nose.
"Punishment," the white wolf said with a cruel smile, "Just to make sure you really mean that thing about doing whatever we want you to, because we've got a hell of a thing planned for tonight." Arty whined like a dog and nodded. Vidar clipped the buzzer remote onto Arty's collar. If he needed it, he'd be able to reach.
By now DB had taken a seat in front of the skunk for a little paw love of his own, pressing his pads against the skunk's face and wiggling his toes in the fur. He scritched the skunk's ear real friendly like, and while Vidar fiddled with the leather straps, making sure they were tight and secure, he whispered loving things.
"You're a lovely little skunk, just the perfect one for me." Arty smiled, wobbling a little. The bear leaned down and nuzzled his skunk, saying little loving affirmations that turned into babbling, just how one might talk to a puppy, and yet it meant so much. DB kissed the skunk again, so many tastes mingling on their tongues. So much was associated with that mix of alcohol and cum. Your lover's cum tastes good. Tasting your own jizz on your lover's lips, though, is just about the height of passionate romance. As they locked lips, Vidar finished adjusting the leather works until they suited him perfectly. A sudden, desperate grunt against the bear's lips was DB's hint that the wolf had pulled the plug half out. They didn't break their lock, and a second gruff grunt meant the plug was not out.
Vidar rolled his eyes as he grabbed the skunk's slight hips in his paws and dug his claws in for a good handle. With little resistance, he buried his bone in the skunk's small ass, the hole amply loose to fit it. But that didn't prevent the skunk from moaning in joyous appreciation, his teeth glaring in a wide smile. The wolf knew that by leaning forward only a little he could hit the skunk's spots just right, and the wolf battered that spot relentlessly. He took pride in being able to get the always resilient skunk to cum without having his dick touched. The skunk began to kneel low to the floor, but he was yanked by the collar.
"Don't slouch when I'm fucking you, keep your back arched, understood?" Vidar demanded, and Arty barked in affirmation.
"Hey, slow down, we don't want him to cum before we both get in," DB pleaded.
"Just lemme knot him, c'mon," the wolf said, pressing his obscenely thick knot against the hole, teasing the skunk with the promise to bury it suddenly, without warning.
He buried it suddenly, without warning. Arty squealed and gritted his teeth, moaning as the swollen knot pried his hole open. It was just like like the plug again, though maybe not as wide. The wolf tempted the skunk to launch his load, the knot pressing against a spot that made the skunk tingle all over. Arty barked as jolts of pain and pleasure coursed through him, every ounce of his body begging him to cum, but his will holding back despite the feeling that his balls might explode. The wolf's paws raked over the skunk's body. He bit the bushy tail in his jaw. All while the bear complained and told him to stop. It was a minute later, with the skunk's dick trembling but intact, that the wolf relented and pried his knot from the skunk's beaten hole to the tune of a shrieking yelp and a stricken moan. The skunk's face was contorted, though after a few breaths he huffed and grinned like a dumb mutt.
The skunk's eyes were closed in exhaustion, so he didn't even see the warm stream of piss coming for him, and the initial splash on the top of his head made him bark in surprise before lifting his head to take the brunt of his stream in face. DB was groaning in relief, a torrent of used alochol from earlier in the night pouring out of him onto the skunk. His smell now pervaded the room, rising off the skunk like steam. It was a very specific scent that, even after the skunk's fur dried, would linger until a thorough scrubbing. The bear was liable to let the skunk go a weekend without one, though, the pungent aroma a constant reminder to the skunk of his position among the two. He opened his mouth and let the stream splash against his tongue. It was an acquired taste, certainly, but after years Arty could gulp down pints, thirsty for more, eager to drink the bear's juices that marked him. DB never asked him to, but Arty always did. He was happy to, in fact. It wasn't the most romantic showing of devotion, but it was an incredibly potent one.
Seeing this, Vidar pulled out his stiff, slick dick and strained to spray the skunk's tail and back with powerful jets of piss. The wolf could only force out quick bursts, and he was still spraying long after DB had shaken himself off, the skunk's tongue extending to take the last few drops. He didn't stop from there, taking the soft cock in his maw and rolling his tongue expertly, letting it expand in his muzzle. Vidar took awhile to empty himself out, and the skunk's moans didn't stop for a beat while he did, though every splash was accompanied by a heightened gasp. Vidar thought this was the best way to shove the skunk over the edge, and he was almost right, but Arty held through it. He wanted to cum so badly, and every whiff of the odors now soaking him brought him a little closer. His leg began to shake and kick spasmatically beyond his control and his dick throbbed and ached, but the skunk held on. Even when the wolf grabbed the skunk's collar and choked him while viciously sinking his dick back into the skunk's ass, draining the last few jets of piss into the skunk's hole, which sloshed around inside the skunk, leaking slowly from the tight seal between thrusts to the knot.
Arty was ravaged. Exhausted and sore, his slight chest heaved laboriously, though a wide smile of approval never left his lips. Being fucked doggy style, his body swaying back and forth with the thrusts, covered and filled with urine, he was the embodiment of willful submission. He had so far lived up to the rules set out, not leaving his pose on all four paws, and not once refusing the wolf or bear. He yipped happily as the wolf fucked his stretched hole, eager to be used in any more possible way he could.
That was when DB did something odd. He got down on the ground, crawling under Arty. Now the skunk's dick leaked onto the bear's fur. When the wolf pulled out all but the tip of his cock and the bear's dick pressed against the skunk's hole, too, Arty's eyes shot open in a moment of sudden realization, only moments before the bear buried his hefty dick beside the wolf's. The skunk whined and howled in pain, his back arched in pain. The bruin thrust slowly while the wolf held still, letting the hole loosen around it, letting the skunk relax. Though he continued to howl and moan and yelp and bark for a few minutes, soon the skunk was calm. Then came the wolf's knot with a quick, rough thrust that brought the same howls back. Vidar laughed, knowing he hadn't really hurt the poor skunk who whined so theatrically.
He was knotted with wolf cock and plugged with bear dick, both beasts' arms wrapped around him. Soon he was no longer actually standing on his four paws, but rather sandwiched between the two, immobile, claws digging in and all, wolf biting his shoulder and giggling maniacally at the situation. DB plowed fast and hard while the wolf simply jabbed with what little freedom of movement he had, though with the bear's dick rubbing against his inside the skunk, it was no less enjoyable. DB did all the work now, pounding at the skunk's ass with determined zeal.
It wasn't long until the wolf bit hard into the skunk's shoulder and, with a few curt grunts, planted his seed deep in the skunk's ass. The dick shook with tremors, each spasm felt by the skunk who had grown hoarse from shouts and barks and grunts and all the other sounds associated with being fucked hard. The skunk couldn't feel the huge load empty into him, but he did feel the bear's thrusts quicken with the added lubrication. Now the bear fucked with no reserve, burying his dick deep and hard with each thrust. Arty's heart might have beat out of his chest in the frantic moments when the wolf growled and shot his load, and the only thing that seemed to keep him tethered to the ground, that kept him from going blind in the pure ecstasy of the moments, was the bear's loving kisses. Among what seemed like a train wreck going on around him, a writhing mass of limbs and dick with so many resultant sensations, the one thing that the skunk could pick out and focus on solely, and enjoy all on its own, was the bear's lips locked with his own.
Arty's knot pressed against DB's stomach, who awaited the sign that it would empty onto his belly. It came, finally. The skunk's leg began to twitch mindlessly, like a dog being scratched. His dry, hoarse moans become extremely curt and and alarming, building to frantic barks, until a bark melted into a high pitched whine and his dick, aching, pulsing, swelling and trembling, shot thick hot loads of cum into the bear's stomach, the fur already wet from the stream of pre that had been leaking for nearly an hour now.
All had become sweaty now, adding to the sea of odors that had surrounded them. Two had finished, and the bear, having cum already once tonight, was only getting started. Though his fur was sticky and the skunk on top of him was nearly limp, he didn't let up. He didn't rush to finish with them. He slowed down a little and took his time, making both the wolf and skunk squirm and groan with his slow, expertly positioned pokes. The bear knew the skunk's spots, and each time he grazed one the skunk's would shake a little as if a cold shiver had gone through his body. The wolf, whose spent dick was now sensitive, managed to slowly pull out, though the didn't leave the two alone. His paws scritched and scratched over the skunk's soggy back.
DB suddenly then rolled Arty onto his back and, propping the legs up to keep the skunk's ass high in the air, drilled into him. This was his power position, the one that let him fuck the deepest, the fastest, and right into Arty's spot. He had, in fact, worked the skunk's dick into a firm pole again when he pulled out and shot his load on the skunk's chest and face. It wasn't a tremendous load after cumming once already, but with cum in the skunk's ass and belly already, the trifecta was complete with hot, juicy bearcum on the skunk's face and muzzle.
Arty was lost in a daze on the floor. He wasn't allowed to speak, but he certainly wasn't capable either. Only a few soft rurrs escaped him, and he hardly even had the energy to lap the cum off his lips, so it mostly just soaked into his fur. The skunk was now completely covered and filled with the two's essences. He smelled of them, he was filled with them, he was covered with them, and if you licked him, he'd taste like them. A considerable mess of all kinds of pungent liquids had pooled beneath the skunk. Pre, cum, urine, sweat, lube, alcohol... and Arty stewed in these.
"Seems like a comfortable spot for him for the night, doesn't it?" Vidar asked the bear as they admired their work. "I think he's already about passed out anyhow."
"Man... we gotta install a drain down here I think..." DB mused. He picked up the skunk's chain but couldn't bear to pull him out of his serene sleep. Instead, he unfastened the short leash from the collar and found another chain linked permanently to the wall, which he clicked and locked onto the skunk's collar. They refilled his water bowl - slightly tainted, of course - and left him a few blankets in case he woke up and needed to warm himself.
"I dunno... it seems we're forgetting something," Vidar wondered, scratching at his chin. He remembered suddenly, and grabbed the double-tiered plug from earlier in the night. It was still rather slick, but the skunk's hole had been stretched so thoroughly that it now slipped in with almost comical ease, and the skunk, completely drained, only fidgeted and rurred under his breath in his trance-like sleep. Probably dreamed of being knotted all night long.
"Just in case we need him in the morning," Vidar said as he patted DB on the back and headed upstairs to bed.