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A dark brown liquid splashed around in a glass. Its green paws clasped around the alcoholic beverage. The raccoon kicked its big skater shoes. It wore a dark vest with a checkerboard patch,dark brown shorts. Its glasses fumbled as the skunk moved in for a hazy kiss.

“Most folks buy somethin’ from me. Haven’t had one that bawught me some drinks! It's good to have some more one on one, Scherzo. Your lips taste good, chum.” The skunk’s foot taller frame grinded into the raccoon. His light tan shirt was wrinkled from the movement. A prominent boner was barely hidden by the skunk’s dark yellow overalls.

Scherzo pinned him to the pool table behind the two. It pulled off the skunk’s bright hat. “Damn right! And I think you’ll sound a lot prettier with your lips around mine, Kicks. Not many faces around to stare at us. Not that I care.” An alcoholic aroma slipped from the raccoon’s lips. It downed the rest of its drink. Putting the glass on the table, the raccoon began kissing into the skunk’s soft lips.

Kicks moaned into that firm smooch.Their sloppy lips smacked against the raccoon. A dizzying haze veiled any inhibition to mask a sense of shame. The bar around the two seemed to mind to itself. Not a prying eye, perhaps because it was a common sight or that it was unsightly. Whatever the case the two were uninterrupted in groping each other.

Scherzo’s hand snaked inside the skunk’s suspenders. Its hand rubbed along Kicks's underwear, feeling along that hidden pulsing cock. Another woozy moan winded out from the skunk’s maw. It was wetly silenced by another mouth hug from the greedy raccoon.

That drunken stupor shared between both of them made their reckless grinding shake the table. Thanks to the two being rather thin, the pool table didn’t break. Yet it certainly creaked complaints as the raccoon dry humped into Kicks.

The two swapped saliva like it was a rare currency. Their wild flurry of kisses were obnoxiously loud. A few murmurs came from some of the bar’s customers. But it seemed the grumbling patrons weren’t rowdy enough to stand between the two getting down and dirty. Scherzo’s hands wrapped around the skunk’s ass.

Those long fingers squeezed around the plush rear and a growl rumbled from its lips. “You’ve got a real nice fuckin’ ass, Kicks. Mmm, so soft, round and bubbly.” Scherzo slurred with a bit of hic. Those lips moved in for another moaning kiss, his messy lips kept those words swimming in the skunk’s hazy head. Kicks leaned back into the kiss as his hands started feeling up the raccoon’s sheath. The skunk groped up the shorts finding a canine-like cock slowly rising.

“Heh,guess you don’t have a whisky dick then. Better heh, show me a good time then, chum! Better put on a show when you do HIC! I don’t frequently deal with undergarments, better show me how to remove them.” A light blush ran across the skunk’s dark fur.

He squirmed as the raccoon kept eagerly cupping his hands around every inch of his body. Each soft steamy moan was more brazen than the next. Scherzo quickly kept its mouth moving, muffling down those moans. Perhaps wanting to only hear those moans for itself. Whatever the reason, its uncoordinated hands kept exploring underneath Kicks's clothes.

That skunk rubbed his hands every last place his long arms could grope and touch.That soft yet scruffy fur felt so fine in his grasp. Almost as if searching for the perfect place to rub or perhaps that drunken state of mind leaving his hands lost. Motor functions swirling into each messy touch and kiss.

“I’m gonna do something a bit risky with you, hope you took a good breath. I wanna see what your nose tastes like, chum.” Kicks moved into the raccoon’s nose. He lightly kissed it, those lips sucked in the air. Getting a good taste of its nose made the skunk crave it even more.

That tongue started to delve inside the nostrils. That sultry kiss stealing some of Scherzo's air. Being huffed in like an aphrodisiac, oxygen being pilfered by the ravenous skunk. Kicks was no monster, he pulled away every so often to let the raccoon catch some air.

Yet that didn’t mean the lanky skunk wasn’t relentless. His jaws fully latched onto that nose, the raccoon gasped and moaned. Each lick sent it deeper into a hazy field of thought. That lack of air pumping in more sloppy desire. The raccoon’s hands wildly reached every corner, crack and crevice of the skunk’s slender shape.

Kicks's mouth nearly slipped over Scherzo’s muzzle. It was much less like a kiss and more like the skunk was engulfing the raccoon’s muzzle. Yet that drunk racc didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest. Perhaps in that drunken stupor it was more like a very awkward kiss.

Much to Scherzo’s fortune the skunk simply slid his jaws back and forth over its muzzle.Kicks's maneuver was akin to how one would suck a cock. Slobber soaking over the raccoon’s muzzle. Grinding, kissing, groping, it was a feverish hunger for each other. The raccoon’s muffled moans grew needier by the moment.

Each slick suck over its muzzle stole more air from it, yet it was far too engrossed in exploring the skunk to pat for air. Its woozy head was only growing worse. Its movements were far more clumsy. Its grabbing fingers flicked through the skunk’s fluffy ears, and felt along the back of his head. Kicks pulled back and let the raccoon get back its precious air.

As if being reminded it needed air to live, Scherzo briefly gasped, those breathes twisted with a moan. “Is that the best ya got, Kicks? Heh, surprised you didn’t just choke me out, you handsome fuckin’ skunk.” The raccoon wobbled back and forth, its legs nearly buckled. It quickly regained its balance.

“I thawght I’d kill you, chum! Can’t really get my rocks off with a dead guy now can I?” The skunk’s eyebrows lifted, eyes focused on the raccoon. It crossed its arms and gave Kicks a raised eyebrow.

“Do ya think I’m some sort of pushover! I was fine. Although I got something in mind for you, since you love running that mouth of yours. It ought to be full and quiet, don't you agree?” Scherzo didn’t wait for a reply. Its hand shoved inside the skunk’s jaws. Those long fingers rubbed around the inside. Pumping back and forth, Kicks raised an eyebrow but didn’t fight the intrusion.

In fact the skunk leaned in to feel those fingers rub against the inside of his maw. Saliva clung to Scherzo’s eager hand. Its fingers felt around the skunk’s teeth, rubbing against that tongue. Kicks instinctively gulped. However his throat’s pull wasn’t strong enough to tug the raccoon in.

Even with the near accidental gulping, Scherzo kept feeling along the skunk’s tongue. “Very smooth and wet. You keep these pretty jaws of yours clean. Such a professional ya are heh!” the raccoon’s slurred words mumbled together. Kicks couldn’t find room to reply to the teasing comments. His eyes rolled from the sensation.

Scherzo fingered Kicks's muzzle rapidly, swishing its index fingers along the tongue. Each digit explored along the tongue's surface. It was testing, prodding, yet pleasing Kicks while tending to that slick maw.

The raccoon shoved its hand inside the wet set of jaws. Scherzo curled up its fingers and rolled its hand across the surface. It was almost fascinated by how the skunk slobber clung wetly to its knuckles. The raccoon uncurled its fingers and poked near the end of Kicks's throat again.

Testing again and again to see how far its fingers could go before risking getting gulped. Flicking its fingers in many ways. Taunting teasing that throat, almost daring Kicks to try it wordlessly. That wetness made Scherzo’s hand so damp.

An even deeper curiosity spawned in the raccoon’s mind. It stuck its other hand into the warmth of the skunk’s jaws. That humid breath was washing heavier over Scherzo’s hands. Kicks struggled to breathe with both of those hands lodged in his mouth.

Scherzo freed the skunk with a smug grin on its face. That toothy look made the skunk shiver. Kicks stood up from the pool table. His eyes were fixated on the cocky raccoon’s ears. “Mmm, I’m gonna get you back, chum!”

That skunk latched his jaws onto Scherzo’s ear and began to nibble on it. That raccoon moaned and leaned into the playful nibbling. Kicks's tongue started to explore the inside of the ear cavity. Slurping it, sucking on what he could.

Scherzo playfully pushed away, whimpering and moaning. Leaning over the raccoon, the raccoon, spelunked his ear deeper inside. Slathering inside the canal. The wet sounds taunted and teased the raccoon.

Kicks couldn’t help but cup a hand around Scherzo’s crotch. Squishing that thick package, feeling up every inch he could find. It grinded into his hand, the raccoon’s moans grew with each passing moment.

Flicking further inside, hitting up against ear wax, curiosity coursed through the curious skunk. It wasn’t much wax, he licked through it. It only made him want to taste the ear more. Kicks's ravenously wiggled his tongue about within the ear canal. Worming it back and forth, the hazy moans from the raccoon encouraging it.

The skunk experimented with twisting his tongue, swishing it about. That raccoon was like putty in his paws. Kicks kept eagerly feeling up the throbbing critter. Each lick brought another unique sensation to the skunk.

Scherzo struggled to gain back control, each lick assaulting its sense of self. The raccoon’s eyes shifted towards those Converse shoes. It finally gained back control, rubbing into the skunk. Feeling through his soft fur, feeling up his crotch. Dry humping into the skunk as it moaned softly.

Kicks wanted to keep tasting the raccoon forever. Feel the strange tubing in its fragile and oh so soft ears. Yet the raccoon was wanting something else. It pushed against the skunk far less playfully. Scherzo unlodging Kicks's tongue from its ears.

The raccoon pushed the skunk down onto the table. Grinding into Kicks's body, rocking its body onto the skunk. For a rare moment there was a blush on Scherzo’s momentarily flustered face. It felt the wetness that lingered in its ears. The raccoon rubbed its hand against the skunk’s thick thighs. “Lift your legs up for me, pretty boy. I want a look at those lovely shoes of yours. Don’t be shy with me now.”

Thrusting his legs into the air, Kicks leaned onto the pool table. With a free hand, Scherzo took it as an invitation into the skunk’s pants. Unzipping, feeling that throbbing skunk cock. Teasing its aching pulse, trapped beneath yellow fabric. The raccoon ran that hand along the happy trail of skunk fluff. One hand feeling up all that plush fur, another still roughly feeling around the oozing jaws.

That pool table rocked as the two grew more intense with sheer lust. Lips met once more, Scherzo sucking on those wet lips. Fingering the skunk’s maw eagerly while kissing in a borderline directionless manner. Smack after nasty, primal smack. Kicks teasingly prodded his teeth along the raccoon’s fingers, narrowly avoiding piercing them.

Scherzo couldn’t help itself anymore. Its member cried for release from the tight fitting shorts. Flinging them off in one swift maneuver, impressively kept its shoes on. Meanwhile its boxers were thrown onto the skunk’s face. “Eat it, handsome, swallow my boxers.” A strand of saliva was shared between the two as Scherzo broke the kiss.

“Heh, I thought no one knew about how I cleared the excess inventory. Guess you know me better than I do you, chum!” Kicks blurted followed by a hiccup. Scherzo flimsy reached for those boxers and crammed them into the skunk’s mouth. Those fingers tickled the skunk’s flicking tongue. That appendage twitched, his throat pulsed and pulled the boxers down.

Kicks struggled with swallowing the bundled up boxers. Temptation to suck and savor the flavor fighting against the instinct to gulp. ULP! With that wet sound, a lump formed in the skunk’s gullet. Another wet gulp and the clump of cloth tunneled down with ease.

“Mmm, I felt every muscle.” Scherzo’s words oozed with arousal. The raccoon grabbed the skunk’s legs. Those white Converse shoes were brand new, not so much as a blemish was present on them. “It's time for my taste test, fucker.” Scherzo practically moaned as it huffed in the new shoe smell. “Oh yeah, that’s the fucking stuff right there.”

“W-wait, they're brand new. What are you gonna do to them, chum?” Kicks's eyes widened as he watched the raccoon’s jaws descend upon his shoes. Slurping, wet sticky slobber clung to Converse shoes. The skunk instinctively tried to move his legs away but that wetness sunk into his feet. That cool sensation made his expression relax for a moment.

Scherzo bobbed its head back and forth, engulfing those shoes. A rubbery taste, bumpy, yet smooth. All sort of new textures painted the raccoon’s curious jaws. Lick after eager lick. That tongue didn’t miss a single inch of those shoes. It playfully tugged at the laces which held the shoes to Kicks's feet. Yet the raccoon didn’t unloosen them, merely gnawing on the tightly threaded material.

One of its other free hands stroked and squeezed the skunk’s still hard member through his underwear. It started to soak with precum. Kicks's eyes shut firmly, moaning, panting, getting lost in being felt up. Almost forgetting his new shoes were getting soaked in slobber.

Each lustful lick carried with it a little love bite from the needy raccoon. Those teeth weren’t sharp enough to pierce the shoes. All Scherzo could do was gnaw eagerly away at the fresh shoe taste. It dragged its tongue across the soles of the shoe. That bumpy texture tickled the raccoon’s senses.

Scherzo started to curiously sniff those freshly licked shoes, lost in the scent. It kept feeling up the skunk’s body. The raccoon started picking up speed, rubbing the skunk’s cock. Pulling away the raccoon could no longer ignore its throbbing cock.

Scherzo grabbed the skunk’s white Converse and sandwiched its cock between the pair. Back and forth, sliding down that meaty shaft. Kicks looked at the raccoon and huffed. “My my, you’re rather eager and rather…large. How interesting I've never seen a canine-like cock on a raccoon before. Do you really like my shoes that much, chum?” The skunk said with a bright red blush on his face.

That voice needed to be filled with something. The raccoon wasted no time silencing the skunk. Its fingers shoved back into Kicks's maw. Once more feeling around while it serviced itself. The shoes were bumpy in texture,yet also simultaneously smooth from all the slurps prior.

Kicks was utterly muffled and got the message loud and clear. Yet he wasn’t fully registering what to do quite yet. That raccoon was so capable, a single hand was enough to rub those shoes across its fat cock. Kicks felt his cock throb with even more need than before, the skunk sneaked his hand inside his underwear.

Rubbing his own cock, those muffled moans grew louder. He took the lead in some sloppy kisses. The two were lost in passion. Rocking smothering smooches back and forth between each other. Exchanging spit rapidly, each wild kiss met with another.

Kicks gripped onto Scherzo’s head and pulled it in for a deep, long kiss. He moved his legs, stroking that needy racc cock. Neither were even close to an orgasm, the two too uncoordinated to hit the other’s sweet spot.

The raccoon was determined to cum, it wanted it, no it was more accurate to say needed to get off. Pleasure muddied into both smacking lips and touching tips. All the attention to the skunk’s maw and shoes started to brew an orgasm.

Kicks could feel it, that tension swelling in his cock. It made his lusty kisses even more intense. Sucking on those fingers, teasing the raccoon with a sucking motion. Scherzo broke away from the kiss and saw the skunk’s thick penis twitch. A smirk crawled on its face.

“Don’t ya dare cum before me, I’m starting to get close too now. I want to see your pretty face get painted with me first.” A needy growl ached from the raccoon. Kicks whined at that domineering voice and nodded almost afraid to let his spunk spew.

Scherzo humped hurriedly into the Converse shoes, its own orgasm starting to build up. That red raccoon rocket started to drip more pre-cum. It moaned louder and louder, rowdier than any bar patron. In a slurry of strange noises it finally came. Its knot swelled full as the racoon came. The gushing hot cum splattered in an impressive arc.

The spunk hit its target, ropes spewed across Kicks's face. A few drops enter the skunk’s open mouth. He couldn't help but swallow the warm seed. That wet gulp met with a woozy sigh from the skunk.

Kicks huffed in the haze feeling the cum coat over his face. He could barely process much of anything. That skunk began to stroke himself once more, feeling the urge to paint himself even more. Leaning forward his jaws latched onto Scherzo’s nose.

Tasting those nostrils, flicking his tongue inside the familiar insides. The tense feeling in his cock started to build up. Kicks's breathing grew heavy, slurping and sucking on the muzzle faster. The sheer speed and messy nature of his motions were building to an explosive conclusion.

Erupting from his member was more seed to utterly ruin his own underwear. The warm goop seeped through the fabric. Kicks knew he wanted more in the afterglow. After all he only got just a taste of the raccoon. “Say, chum, I tawught maybe you'd like to experience me somewhere a little more…intimate. What do you say?”

“So you really can't get enough of me, huh? Sure.”