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Concept for the comic: Goofy's old 'instructional' videos, where there's a narrator and Goofy doesn't speak, while there is narration of Goofy learning things. Instead of Goofy, it is Max, his son. Max is at the 'college' age, as in "An Extremely Goofy Movie". Primary scene takes place in his dorm room, now a private, single dorm room.

Max has a cute feline with him, Max's arm over the feline's shoulders. They're sitting on the bed in Max's dorm. The feline looks a bit smaller, possibly a year junior in college, compared to Max. The narrator speaks, "Oh, found a boyfriend?" Max nodding. "Cute one, huh? And a freshman too! You lucky devil." Next panel shows Max blushing, the feline nuzzling Max's shoulder affectionately.

Narrator continues, "Have you ... done the deed, yet?" Both blush, the cat looking away. Max shakes his head 'no'.

Narrator: "Are you two compatible, that way?" Max looking curious, the cat continuing to blush- even more so, in fact- and look away. Narrator: "You know... Fetish wise?"

Cat looking back to the viewer, eyes wide and ears perked. Max looking confused still. The following panel, they are looking at each other. The cat leans in, whispering into Max's ear, whose eyes go wider. Max looks away, so does the cat.

"Something new to you, huh?" Max nods a bit, the cat looking still away. Max hugs the cat from behind, comforting him, kissing the back of the feline's ear. The narrator continues. "That's alright! I'm going to help you. It's tradition, after all! So... Musk it is, huh?"

Max looking confused, rubbing his chin, the feline looking away, practically radiating red with his blush.

The next panel features Max scribbling on a paper, then handing it to the feline. "First, you have to know what your guy's musk fetish is like. It's quite a large field!" Following panels show the feline frowning and sticking his tongue out in disgust, then blushing hotly as he writes, then smiling and checking. Finally he hands the sheet back to Max, kisses Max's cheek, and leaves out the dorm room's door.

Max looks to the page now that the feline has left. The page has musk fetishes of various sorts. Along the top is rated, "SO no; no, yes, YES PLEASE". Each fetish has its own versions for these ratings, as well, and a picture to represent each level of fetish:

· Feet, toes splayed, 'sweat drops' on them with 'scent' lines off them. "Wash them!; Average; Sweaty; Stanky"

· A dick peeing. "Gross!; If you like; Mark** me**; Drench me!"

· An sweaty armpit with scent lines: "Wash it!; Average; No deodorant ; Dank!"

· Picture of a butt: "Clean it!; Normal ; Sweaty asses!; Dat ass musk."

· Musk ox with scent lines coming off them. "Take a shower; Natural; Musky ; Stinky"

· A Japanese 'swirly' poop: " GROSS! ; clean it; A little is okay; poo-tastic!"

· A silhouette of rooster and Swiss cheese. "Clean it out; Wash it regularly; I'll get a glass of wine; Green bay packers baby!"

( bold/underlined are circled/marked by the feline boyfriend )

After looking over the list, Max is rubbing the back of his head, looking very confused. The narrator: "Not sure what to do?" Max nods, still looking confused.

Narrator: "That's alright. I'll help! We'll start in the morning."

Following 'title' page: "Maximillian's guide: Musk fetishists."

"Good morning Max!" Max sitting up in bed, yawning.

Max getting out of bed, pajama pants tented by morning wood. He reaches for his towel, then pauses. Narrator: "That's right Maximillian! It's time for you to check that list!"

Max pulls the list out of his drawer.

Narrator: "It's good to start with what you're comfortable with. Just select three or four that you're willing to try! If they're related, all the easier!"

Max looks over it, then he's drawing on it. The following panel shows the list, with "musk ox", "Feet,", "Sweaty armpit", "cock cheese", circled in red marker.

Narrator: "Fine choices! Now to start!" Max eagerly nodding, giving a thumbs up.

Narrator: "Musk play isn't too hard. For a guy like yours, it's simple as skipping a morning shower! And maybe no deodorant that day." Max standing in pajama pants, tented with morning wood. He nods, scratching atop his head. He was lifting up his deodorant off his desk with the narrator's statement, then tosses it back. He winces as it causes a glass to fall off, shattering on the floor.

Narrator: "Caution is warranted, however... So much for this being the easiest." Max looking meek, tent having gone down a bit.

Narrator: "Shall we work from the ground up, then?" Max nodding. He's in casual clothing, standing in the mall. "In that case, step two: Foot musk fetish. For this one, boots are your friend!" Max nods a bit, looking down at his high tops. He walks into a store in the mall. Looking at the wall of shoes, the narrator continues.

Narrator: "Leather is good- it traps heat and moisture." Max nods, gets an "ah ha!" face, and reaches toward the wall. In the next panel he's standing shin-high, black, multi-buckled, platform, gothboots. Max looks a bit off balance.

Narrator: "Going overboard is easy. Maybe start with something simpler?" Max nods, reaching for a different pair, falling over, flailing like his father does.

Final panel, Max standing in standard black, leather worker boots.

Narrator: "Comfy?" Max nodding, thumbs up.

Narrator: "Hot? Your feet sweating?" Max nodded a little again, blushing.

Scene change, back to Max's dorm room.

Narrator: "This last part might be a bit odd for you." Max looking at the list, nodding. Panel showing the list, a check next to musk, feet, armpits. All that's left is the 'rooster cheese' one. Panel pans back to Max, who's blushing real hard.

Narrator: "It's time for you to learn a bit about yourself. You're uncut, right?" Max nods, rubbing the back of his head.

Narrator: "Have you ever had smegma before?" Again, Max shrugs and nods.

Narrator: "Great! Then you just have to let it build up." Max just stares, looking stumped.

Narrator: "Do you know what it is?" Max shakes his head.

Narrator: "Well that's simple enough. It's mostly a natural lubricant produced from your inner foreskin, and whatever's trapped in there. Precum and cum can contribute quite a lot."

Max nods, looking down to his groin.

Narrator: "Go ahead, pull it out. No reason to be shy." Max stands, drops his shorts/jock strap, grabs his dick. It's black like the rest of him, has a long overhang of foreskin. A bit of thicker pubic 'fur' above his dick and hefty sack.

Narrator: "Inside your foreskin feels pretty moist right?" Max pushes a finger, feels around inside. He nods vigorously to the viewer, looking a bit heated and aroused by his own touching.

Narrator: "Perfect! Just don't wash that out. It'll build up into smegma. Some guys it takes a day, others many days. Of course, adding some extra... lubricant never helps." Max grins perversely, gripping his cock and stroking it eagerly.

Narrator: "Yes, well... I suppose I should leave you to..." Max cums before the narrator finishes, holding his hood up and closed so a lot of the cum is trapped inside his foreskin.

Narrator: "Yes. Ah, well... There you go. Best of luck!" Max is sweating, panting and grinning.

Time change: "A few days later".

Max has an affectionate, 'twitterpated' look, leading his feline boyfriend back to his dorm. They're walking up to the door, Max's arm over the shorter feline's shoulders.

They enter his dorm, max pointing to the bathroom. The feline nods, heading that way, while Max enters his dorm room.

Narrator: "All ready? Feeling good and musky?"

Max pulls off his shirt, nodding as he unbuckles his pants.

Narrator: "Well, lets hope it all goes well! Though..."

Max plops back on the bed, kicking off his boots. He takes off a sock, sniffs it- cringing a tiny bit-, and tosses it on the floor.

Narrator: "I should mention, it's worth being careful..."

The feline enters the dorm room. Max is lounging back on the bed, one socked foot- the sock clearly sweaty with a worn hole in it- the other foot bare, propped up. One arm is behind his head, showing off his sweaty armpit with 'pubic' fur. The other holds his stiff cock, foreskin peeled back half way, showing white grime on his pink glans.

Scene cuts to the feline boyfriend, just inside the dorm, door closed behind him. He's staring, wide eyed. Next panel he shivers, 'sput sput' coming from his groin region, and getting a 'hentai'-esque nose bleed. The cat flops over onto his back.

Narrator: "Over-endulging someone might lead to... ah, oops."

Max: "Gorsh..." In a very Goofy-way. He claps his hands over his muzzle, blushing.

End