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Manny's weekend stay at Tune Town had been fun at first. It was a celebrity city where he'd gotten to meet and see some big names in acting, plus he'd taken selfies at the movie studio where some of his favorite films as a kid had been made. For such a fame heavy place, it was able to hold onto a kind and sleepy atmosphere that was hard to find in almost every big city. That, to Manny, was a huge breath of fresh air.

But there was only so much to do. Having met everyone there was to meet and seen everything there was to see, the place was rapidly starting to grow old. His train ticket back home was tomorrow, leaving him a whole extra day to do whatever fancied him. Go back to the studio? He'd just about done and seen everything there already. Go to a museum? Museums weren't really his thing. Eat at as many new places that he could find? Tempting, but as a star athlete he was on a very strict diet, that which followed him like a floating reaper prepared to snatch whatever the team dietician and trainer had forbidden. It was frowned upon to come out of the offseason out of shape. If his teammates wouldn't tear him a new one, the media certainly would.

That morning he came into a local café he'd recently fallen in love with over the past few days. A coffee and a muffin would be his breakfast which he ate at a small round table in the middle of the floor. His tall, athletic frame glowed with a snowy, leucistic coat perfectly soft to the touch. The red turtleneck he wore clung to the shape of his musculature, moving along when he would bring the steaming hot Americano to his lips. His charcoal nose would twitch while colorless eyes read from his phone. Tail swaying idly from behind the seat, he enjoyed the café's mild bustle and how none of it was directed at him. Back home in Perth he would always brew his coffee at home. That was for two reasons. Firstly, there weren't any good coffee shops that knew how to brew an Italian espresso. Secondly, and more importantly, there were always people bothering him for an autograph or a selfie. He never detested any of his fans, but come on. Let a guy have some coffee in peace, eh? Here in Tune Town nobody recognized him, and that was a good thing. It was like living back in Italy before he came into the league, when he could interact with a town and its people without the aura of fame. He would sip on his coffee and munch on his muffin without the fear of some nervous soul meekly approaching his table and telling him how much of a fan they were.

This was the last morning when he could experience such a luxury, so he took his sweet time nursing his drink. The muffin was gone, reduced to a clot of crumbles scattered inside a splayed wrapper. His Americano was almost done with, down to the last couple sips. Once it was gone, he'd have to get up and leave; etiquette dictated that he shouldn't occupy the table any longer than he needed. [Enjoy it while it lasts, Manny boy], he thought to himself in his native Italian. [This place is almost out of things to give you.]

With his Americano growing cold, he meant to gulp the rest and leave. He drew the mug over his snout and took a slurp. It was then his eyes wandered over to his left where there was a corkboard on the wall. Several advertisements were pinned there, mostly for events Manny wouldn't be present for. He'd seen it all the first time he visited the shop and felt some disappointment over how everything seemed to be waiting for him to leave. He was about to look away from it when a single flyer stuck to the upper lefthand corner of the board caught his eye. He gulped away the last bit of coffee before squinting to read what it said at the top of the mint green paper: Nude Models Wanted!

For a moment Manny didn't think it actually said 'nude' even while he looked right at it. A curious smile came across his face as he stood from his chair and came over for a better look. His black skinny jeans strode with him to the board. Yes, the flyer did in fact say 'Nude'.

Nude Models Wanted!

Local artist wants models to pose as subjects for paintings!

Any gender!

Any body type!

Will pay for time!

You can keep art for good price!

A number was included at the bottom with added instructions to say where the caller had seen or heard about the deal. Manny was half bent over reading the flyer with an open, ear-to-ear smile. “Heh…" The flyer didn't have much to say and it lacked much in the way of graphic design. Manny hoped they put more effort into their art than their flyers. It was colored by nothing else but the black text and the green paper. It didn't say how much the artist was willing to pay, who they were, or where they could be found. Manny briefly considered asking someone up front if they knew who had put it up. He stood upright with his paws in his pockets, still grinning. [Well that would be a fun way to spend my last day here.]

Wouldn't it? Manny pictured himself in the nude inside some art studio, in front of some wooly-faced hippy freckled with acrylic, furiously scratching away his image onto lenin. It wasn't entirely out of his experience, having posed in nothing but tight briefs for an ad campaign featuring him and some of his fellow elite athletes. That, of course, was done by an established photo company, paid for by a luxury clothes brand who netted him a few hundred thousand dollars during the early stages of his career. The flyer in front of him was not quite as professional. If it was legit and not some tactic to lure people into an organ harvesting operation, whatever he'd get paid in would be a drop in the pool of his total net worth. So why was he even entertaining this? It made him feel dumb. It was likely a waste of his time. If he got caught doing it, social media would drag him to hell and back. If he really wanted to do something like this he could just go back home and commission some talented local artist, someone who could truly capture the magnificence of his physique.

But they wouldn't be from Tune Town, and Manny wasn't so eager to let go of the place he'd come to love just yet. He looked over his shoulder at the rest of the café. There were less than a dozen people and none were looking at him. As casually as he could, he pulled his phone out from his pocket and snapped a single photo of the flyer. [This is stupid. Stupid, stupid.] That's what he told himself while heading back to his table to collect his mug and plate which he placed inside the nearby bus bin. He made sure to drop a healthy sized tip in the jar before waltzing out of the café and into the midday sun. The street in front of him was free of any cars, populated strictly by pedestrians crossing its cobblestone pavement. The shops on the other side were just starting their day in preparation for the coming patrons. Manny appreciated such sights since coming to Canada, especially whenever he visited America. Here a fellow could enjoy a stroll on the open streets, enjoying the warmth of the sun and some brisk, season air. As a man renowned for his speed and agility, Manny could appreciate a simple walk through town.

He stood at the edge of the sidewalk and opened his gallery. His phone highlighted the number on the flyer and offered a button press to the dial phone. He clicked it, and in a moment his phone started to ring. He put it to his ear. Brrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr. Excitement bit at his heart and his cheeks grew a shade red. [I can't believe I'm doing this.] Brrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr. It occurred to him that they might not pick up, that his brewing excitement would be for nothing. [Shit. Today's my last day here. We probably won't even be able to schedule. I should hang up now before it's too-]

The phone picked up. A thick French accent answered him. “Hello! With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Of all the voices in the world, that wasn't what Manny was expecting. He cleared his throat. “Ahem! Hi! My name is Manny and I, ehm… I saw your flyer at a café saying you need models." He glanced both ways down the street to check that there was nobody close to him.

That got some pep in the speaker's voice. “Oh! Yes! Wonderful! This is the right number for that!"

[Yeah, I would hope so.] “Perfect! Ehm, I was interested in taking that up with you. You are the artist?"

“I am. Pepe Le Pew, at your service."

Manny chuckled. Hearing the fellow's name helped ease his nerves. [This is probably the most French man I've ever spoken to.] “Nice to meet you, Pepe. Ehm…" Manny scratched his forehead with his thumb claw. “I'm going to be honest with you, Pepe. I only have today to schedule with you. I leave tomorrow for Perth and I only just now saw your flyer. I hope that isn't too late of a notice."

“You leave tomorrow?" Pepe asked.

“Yes, unfortunately."

“Well then we paint today! Is that OK?"

A flitter of joy in Manny's chest. “Ahh, yes! Yes, of course! That's what I had hoped!"

“Perfect! What time is best for you, Manny?"

Manny checked his watch. It was 8:02. “How does 1 o'clock sound?" That was plenty of time to make sure he was prim and proper for a painting.

“Perfect! I'll have everything ready for you by then." There was a shuffling sound as Pepe started to move. It sounded like he was getting out of bed. There was a soft groan in the background as he disturbed whoever he was sleeping with. “I look forward to seeing you Manny! I'll text you my address. It's a little ways outside of the city. I can give directions if you need."

“Yeah, text it to this number. I can use my GPS." [This is actually happening.]

Manny could hear the grin in Pepe's voice as he was thinking the same thing. “Magnifique! I'll see you then, Manny!"

“Yeah," said Manny. “See you then." He brought the phone off his ear and hung up. When the screen went black he saw how deeply he was smiling, as if he'd just set up a date with a beautiful woman. That wasn't quite what his mind had painted of Pepe, that being a portly frog wearing a striped shirt and a red beret while a curly pencil mustache whipped beneath his nose. [Well, I've gotten nude for worse.] Manny considered himself lucky. Tune Town had given him one more thing to do.

***

Pepe wasn't lying when he said his place was outside the town. Manny's GPS calculated a 12 minute ride, and that was in a car. All he had was a bicycle he'd rented for the week. It was that, or call up a cab. Pedaling his way out of town had Manny passing its beautiful outskirts, long oceans of emerald grass halting at the sudden and unbreaking ascension of lush trees and their thickets. Manny saw an orange orchard, a sprawling neighborhood of enormous estates, and many different farms whose budding crops ran neat rows from road to forest. Manny had a difficult time keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Sitting upright, paws latched to the C-shaped handlebars, neon orange pendant whipping and wagging in the air above and behind his head, Manny could forget that he was on a road or that he was even going anywhere. He thought he'd found his own little slice of Italy here in America, the perfect place to live after he retired.

His attention was forced back to the road when it very suddenly lost its pavement and became dirt. Signs of civilization solidified into an opaque forest. He wondered if he'd ever taken a wrong turn, or if Pepe had indeed led him into an ambush. The GPS spoke through the Bluetooth in his ear. In half a mile, you'll have arrived. Destination will be on your right. As if beckoned by his GPS, the forest thinned and there through the sparsening trunks he saw the glow of someone's yard. A building, something closer to a shack than a house, stood at its center amidst wild, uncut grass through which a cobblestone pathway fed into the front porch. Squat, with chipping paint and two, small square windows, it gave Manny a much worse picture than a fat frog as to who lived inside it.

His GPS chimed in. You have arrived. Manny blew out his lips and careened his bike into the driveway. [Oh boy. What have I gotten myself into?] He pulled the brake with his two fingers and the bike hissed to a stop. Just as he was throwing one leg over the seat he saw the front door open. He braced for what would come out and greet him.

Nothing like a fat frog, but a tall, handsome skunk. Pepe le Pew walked out onto his porch with a bright, gleaming white face. From the sleeves of a loose-fitting button-up shirt were thick, toned arms whose biceps bulged and maneuvered dramatically with the skunk's every move. An enormous tail of black floof towered behind him and curled at the tip just behind his head. Khaki shorts and sandal shoes came with him down the steps. They left bare a pair of strong, black legs equal in fitness to his arms. The devilishly handsome skunk smiled at the angelically white mink who walked his bicycle down the gravel driveway. Manny was smiling too, relieved that who greeted him was not the monstrosity his paranoia had created.

“Monsieur Manny!" Pepe said in that unbearably sexy deep tone made throaty by his accent. “Getting here was not too hard, I hope."

Manny had worked up something of a sweat and his shoes were dusty from that last leg of road. “Oh, not at all! A beautiful day like this was worth riding a bike through!" He gestured to the sky above, only to realise it was mostly blocked off by the thinning canopy which circled Pepe's house like a halo.

“Of course! I ride my bike into town everyday! You can lean yours right here against the porch."

“Thank you." Manny walked his bike to where Pepe had pointed. He came swinging around the porch steps and up to Pepe who reached his paw out. The two men shook, confirming for them both that the other had a firm grip, a handsome face, and a smell unpeculiar to their species. Just coming up that first step Manny found himself in the thick of Pepe's skunk smell. Not unpleasant, it was Herculean in strength, triggering a sharp whiff that filled Manny's lungs and encrusted his palette. Something similar came off Manny. With his sweat came the finer hint of mink oil, that resistance-melting aphrodisiac famous yet rarely experienced. Manny knew firsthand what it could do to someone who got a whiff, what bodily reactions it would trigger and cause them to act on. He waited to see if it would come with Pepe. It didn't, at least not detectably. Of course, Manny's more refined musk stink might've had a harder time penetrating Pepe's brick wall of funk. Whatever their reactions to one another's fragrances, together they casted a dome of detectable masculinity that could ward off- or draw in -even the strongest of souls. “It's so nice to meet you in person." Manny said.

“The pleasure is mine, friend." Pepe said. He narrowed his eyes while still holding Manny's paw. “'Manny'," he said coldly, that name ringing a bell. “What's your last name?"

Manny's heart did a somersault. [You're kidding me.] “Magdeleno."

Pepe's heart did the same. “Manny Magdeleno! The football player!" Pepe threw his head back in laughter, pulling Manny's arm taut as he still held it.

Manny laughed with him. “Yes! You're the first person here to recognize me."

“Oh wow! This is incredible! I can't believe it!" Now Pepe gripped Manny's paw even tighter and laid his other paw on top of it. “Such a pleasure to meet you! I had no idea over the phone!"

Manny lifted his spare arm and waggled it. “Surprise!" They had another laugh, and finally Pepe let go of Manny's paw, leaving it a tad numb.

“Please, come in! Come in! Get comfortable. We have a long day of painting ahead of us."

Manny puckered his mouth into a hoot of excitement. “Ooooh, I can't wait." He followed the skunk into his home, finding it the same quaintly feeling place that it was on the outside, rustic and small. The narrow entrance fed into the living room where the walls were choked with frames, either paintings, maps, or pictures of landscapes. There were shelves laden with books and random items Pepe had collected. There was a crudely hewn statuette of a nude woman, her species indistinct. Much clearer were the dark, pointy nipples which stabbed out of the figure's breasts, obviously made of a different wood. The books accompanying it on the shelf were all in French, but Manny knew some words: art, paysage, peinture, nue, romance, orgasme. Manny wore a little grin as he passed it while pretending not to notice. He suspected that Pepe wanted him to.

What he focused on instead was the skunk in front of him, his strong and athletic physique easy to admire even with that tall, fluffy skunk tail blocking most of it. Special attention came to Pepe's glutes, a pair of round half-globes grinding behind the seat of his khaki shorts to leave nothing of their vitality and shape to Manny's imagination. Manny walked right into the wake of Pepe's skunk smell. It kept his nostrils at a constant flare and made him knead his paws. Even if Pepe wasn't there in front of him, Manny would've gotten a hint of it in the air and on everything else. Pepe lived here, all of it was stained by his aura.

“Is there anything I can get you?" Pepe asked, looking over his shoulder at his guest. “A drink? Something to eat? How you say, uno spuntino?"

The sudden Italian caught Manny off guard. Amused, he responded in his best French. “Oh, non merci. Ja n'ai… pas soif?"

A flattered Pepe laughed. “No need to try and speak French here. I speak enough of it on my own. You are my guest, and I should make you feel welcome. Ho Ragione?" Am I right?

Manny waved it off while trying not to laugh at Pepe's atrociously French accent. “It's alright. I think it best if we stick to English."

Pepe nodded. “Ah, you're right. It seems to me that your French is much better than my Italian."

[That's for sure]. “Perhaps, but our English is better than either."

A deep chuckle bounced in Pepe's throat. “Ah, it sure is." He clasped his paws together at the center of the living room. “Well, if there's nothing else you need, shall we get started?" He gestured to his right. “My studio is over there. I have a second bathroom where you can undress. There is a robe in there."

“Sure, but first, if I may ask, how much will you be paying me? And how long will it take? I hate to ask…"

Pepe's eyes bugged out of his skull like he'd just witnessed Manny dropping dead. “Merde! I forgot to tell you over the phone! Oh, I'm so sorry. I-"

Manny frantically waved it off. “No, no, no! It's fine! It's OK. I was just curious. Please. I'm mostly concerned as to how long it will take." [I'm a millionaire. Nothing this fellow can afford to pay me is going to make me much richer.]

Pepe relaxed, though it looked like it would take time for him to forgive himself for the mistake. “Ah, well, time wise it will maybe take us three, maybe four hours. Payment wise… How does five hundred dollars sound?"

Manny shook his head. “I don't need any of your money, Pepe."

Pepe looked hurt. “Are you sure?"

“Pepe, please. I don't mean to be a braggart, but I'm a star athlete. It would be incredibly asshole-ish of me to accept any of your money. I was only asking because I was curious. Really."

Manny sensed an argument brewing in the skunk. Luckily for the both of them, it was beaten down by the realization that Pepe wouldn't win. Manny was Italian. If there's anything the Italians are good at besides food and hand gestures, it's arguing. Both men knew that. “Well, alright, alright, but excuse me If I don't feel good compensating for your time."

Manny was already thinking of one way that Pepe could, but he wasn't sure if he swung that way. “No, no. You're compensating me by giving me this opportunity." He swung his arm out to gesture towards the studio. “Now please, lead the way, my friend."

“Oui-oui, right this way." The duo crossed the house into Pepe's studio, a sizeable open space that could've functioned as a bedroom if not for the copious amount of nude paintings that sat on easels and hung on the walls with such volume that Manny could not avoid the sight of them. Beautiful women with little to no clothes were captured in a plethora of poses, some tasteful, others lascivious. Manny could discern every brushstroke and how they wove together to depict each woman. Some of the anatomy was wonky. Some misshapen faces made Manny hope that it was an artistic choice. After what had to be hundreds of hours of effort making all these, Pepe had to have garnered enough skill to know what he was doing. [But who am I to judge? I'm not an artist nor a critic. I'm not here for a masterpiece. He can draw me as a stick figure and I'll be happy.]

A small, red cushion sofa sat against the wall in front of an empty easel and stool. There was a row of unused canvases leaning against the wall. Pepe grabbed the first one and plopped it on the easel. “There's a bathroom right there, if you want to undress in there." Pepe said. He snatched an acrylic-splattered apron off the easel and put it over his head.

Manny saw the door, but didn't head towards it. “I'll be posing nude, yes?"

Pepe was tying the apron around his back. “If that's what you want, yes," he said with a tinge of hope.

Manny shrugged. “Then why don't I take it off in here?"

Pepe laughed. “Of course. Be my guest. The bathroom is just there in case. Some ladies, they like to ease into things, you know?"

Judging by the number of naked ladies on the wall, Pepe knew just how to put women at ease. “I understand," Manny said with a smirk. “But I'm no lady." He crossed his arms over his trunk and grabbed his shirt by the bottom. It was pulled up to unveil an immaculate topography, each detail etched with such a sharp precision that Pepe could see them through the dense layer of snowy fluff. His shirt popped off his head and he pulled it down his arms, the sinews in his shoulders bulging to the surface with every move. He saw the artist observing his subject, cataloging it, weaving it onto the canvas in his mind while imagining what pose it would all look best in. The two men shared a passive smile which hid a crackling electric current. He slipped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. They, along with his underwear, came down to his ankles with a fluid shove. Manny stepped out of them and pushed his socks off his toes. The athlete was nude, Pepe's hopes fulfilled. His expectations were met and then some, that theme of strength and agility continuing with the harsh bulge of Manny's thighs and calves. His trunk slimmed into a dense set of hips, the fur thinning over tightly wound skin and densely woven groin muscles. Lashing through all that radiant alabaster was Manny's penis, currently docile but still hung with all the weight and purpose of a splendid breeding tool. It was black like pitch, a jarring yang to the surrounding yin which swam over the plump swell of his scrotum. The fecundity that lay in its onyx stature impressed anyone who laid eyes on it, especially the French skunk currently in awe.

A suggestive whistle tweeted through Pepe's lips. “My, my, look at you. I thought I was lucky enough to have you in here. Now I find out you're hung like a god!"

Manny gave a modest chuckle while waltzing towards the sofa, his giant pecker swaying majestically within short range of his kneecaps. “So happy to impress. I'll be even happier when you put it on canvas for me." He passed the skunk on the way to the sofa and offered him a view of those sharply hewn glutes grinding side by side behind the saucy drift of his mink tail. He turned around and took a seat on the sofa with an obtuse angle to his legs so that his penis was extra visible, not that it needed help. “So, what pose do you suggest?"

A horde of them were trampling through Pepe's mind. He saw the mink in every position imaginable, each one sexier than the last. “Lay on your back," Pepe said automatically, the proper pose floating to the surface of his mind from the depths of his subconscious. He jerked his thumb to his right. “Head this way. Put one foot on the couch arm and have the other on the floor."

Pepe was in the zone, so Manny obeyed hurriedly to keep him there. He laid on his back with his head propped up against the armrest. The sofa was too short for his tall frame, leaving his spine at a slight upwards curve. The right foot sat on the opposite armrest by the arch while the other sat on the floor. “Like this?" he asked.

Pepe was quick to adjust. “Turn towards me." Manny faced his head towards Pepe. “With your whole body. Have your hip turned into the bottom cushion." Manny scooted his butt towards the backrest and turned so that the right side of his back was leaning against it. “More." Manny turned further, bringing the frontside of his torso almost perpendicular with the cushions beneath him. Pepe flashed the thumbs up. “There. Now, ehh, take your pecker and have it slung down your thigh. Have your balls resting on your thigh, as best you can."

Manny grinned at the way he said 'pecker'. He grabbed his limpen fuckstick and flopped it over his left hip so that it was slung towards the cushion with all the weight and presence of a sleeping anaconda. He took careful care to position his nuts on the inside of his left thigh. He tried stacking one on top of the other, but they would not cooperate and had to lay flat next to each other. “We want this as the star of the show, don't we?" Manny joked.

Pepe didn't laugh. He was busy chewing on his thumb claw, debating to himself what to do with Manny's arms. “Your left arm, have it hang off the couch. No, just the paw, elbow on the couch, paw hanging. Bring it closer to you. No, I mean elbow further up. Merde, that won't work. Ehh, where it was before. No! I mean- There we go. Yes, like that. Now have the other arm with the elbow pointing straight up, against the back part. Paw behind your head like you've got your fingers in your hair…" Pepe clapped his paws. “Yes! Exactly like that!"

Manny flinched at the sudden celebration. He was beginning to fear that he'd be stuck on the couch fixing his position all day. He watched as Pepe looked around his easel. Pepe swore under his breath. “Hold on a moment." He stomped off, leaving Manny frozen on the couch. Unable to move and completely nude, Manny held his eyes against his peripheral where Pepe had disappeared, hoping he would come back. When he did he was carrying a large red tool box. “Sorry about that. Forgot my brushes. Silly me."

Manny laughed it off. “Not to worry. It happens."

Things finally slowed down when Pepe got his box open and drew his brushes and paints. He laid them in neat order on the easel's tray. Pepe took another look at Manny then flipped the canvas on its side to make it landscape. He picked up a stick of charcoal and began sharpening it with a razor. “So, are you excited?"

“A little," admitted Manny. “My heart's pounding. I might be a little nervous."

“Ohhh, don't be nervous. You and your teammates get naked in front of each other in the locker room all the time, right?"

“Yeah."

“Well, just think of it as that. Look at me and imagine I'm a fellow football player. You can imagine me in my underwear if you'd like."

Manny did, and he liked what he saw. A jockstrap was clung to the handsome contours of Pepe's hips and thighs, bulging excessively around his cock and balls while leaving that plump skunk butt exposed. There was a dull throb in Manny's loins. He put the image away for now. [Any further and it won't be down my hip for much longer.] He laughed, mostly to himself about his growing infatuation. “Oh, it isn't the being naked part that bothers me. I wouldn't have taken it off so easily if it was."

“No? Then what is it?" Pepe lifted the charcoal and blew on it. A storm of black dust came off to reveal a perfectly sharp point.

Manny shrugged. “I don't know. I've simply never done anything like this before." He watched Pepe bring the charcoal to the canvas. There was the sound of scribbling as he sliced away the first few lines. Manny felt his heart throb some more. “I've had my picture taken in my underwear before and I was fine then."

“Oh? And what was that for?" Pepe asked, his eyes running back and forth between the canvas and the subject. He managed a tight focus on the task at hand while still sounding like he was listening to Manny. He was Liberace, able to create astounding art while talking as if it were nothing.

Manny, meanwhile, was entirely focused on Pepe. He was able to forget what position he was in and that the couch was too small. “Oh, just a photoshoot for a line of underwear they wanted me to endorse."

“By the size of your cock I can tell you were an easy choice."

“Heh, well, I don't think anyone knew about that when they chose me. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure they photoshopped my junk to look smaller in the ads they printed, just to make it seem more realistic, I guess."

Pepe grinned. Sktt-sktt-sktt went his charcoal. “You must have been very flattered. I don't know though, when you have a gift like that, why not let the world know?"

“I'm a football player, not a porn star. I'd rather be known for kicking a ball around than having a big dick, nice as that would be."

Pepe laughed. “Ahhh, you're right. Though I think someone selling underwear would want their models to be extra beautiful and hung like you are."

“Yeah, well maybe that's the problem. Aren't body standards too high as it is?"

“Mmm, true. Who could possibly expect to match with such a stud like you?"

“Please, you're making me blush. Maybe they could've hired you. You're a handsome man too, you know."

Pepe pretended to disagree. “Ohh, you're too kind, though I'm not sure how many people want to see a skunk in their underwear advertisement."

“I'd like to see you in one," Manny said truthfully. “I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but you've got quite the ass on you. I think it'd look great in a pair of boxer briefs like they had me wearing."

“Ho, ho, ho. Now you're making me blush, though I'm sorry to say you aren't the first person to admire my hind end. Many people are afraid of it with all my skunkiness."

Manny was back to visualising Pepe in his underwear and hoping that he would get a chance to see the real thing. “That's their loss, if you ask me."

Pepe spent another half hour or so laying down a sketch. Manny lay in silence, making eye contact with the artist every time he would glance over to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be and at the right size and shape. Pepe withdrew his charcoal from the lenin and let out a huff. “Yes, yes, that looks good."

“Now we paint?" Manny asked.

Pepe put the charcoal down and picked up a palette from the tool box with his thumb through the hole. “Now we paint," he echoed proudly. He took the appropriate colors and squirted an array of colored globs onto the palette. There was a moment of consideration before he grabbed one brush, dabbed it into a pair of colors, then made the first stroke, carefully and deliberately.

Manny did a little squirm of excitement. He had to break the silence. “So how long have you been doing this?"

“Doing what?" Pepe asked. “Painting?"

“Well, that, and painting nudes. I'm looking around and I see paintings everywhere. How old is the oldest one? When did you do the last one before me?"

Pepe frowned in thought. “Ohhh, I don't know. Honestly, I don't keep very good track of when I make my art. There isn't a date or a signature on a single one of these in here, and I don't plan on putting one on this one either. That is, unless you want me to."

Manny pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, you don't have to, not if it's something you don't usually do."

“It's not, really. I don't even care if someone sees a piece of mine and thinks it's someone else's. I'm not doing it to impress anyone, you see. I just want to make art."

It warmed Manny's heart to hear that. “So you make art for the sake of making art. I admire that."

Pepe's heart seemed to warm up too. “Mmm, thank you."

“I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous of you."

Pepe raised an eyebrow. “Of me?"

“Well, of artists in general. It's one of the skills I could never pick up. I never had the patience, or at least that's what I tell myself. I know I can practice to get better as with all skills, but… I don't know. If I was never a football player, I'd like to think I would have been an artist instead."

Pepe smiled. “Ah, but Manny, my friend, you are an artist. You just don't realize it."

Manny expected another comment on his penis. “And how is that?"

“I've seen you play football, how you weave through defenses, make perfect passes, and slice the ball through even the best goalkeeper's reach. That is art, art in motion to be precise. It is a kind of expression only a man with your talent could create. We're all artists in our own way, and though some are better at their mediums than others, it is something we all practice and should never give up on."

The message was almost lost on Manny in the silky flow of Pepe's speech. “Yeah, I guess you're right."

Pepe shrugged. “But what do I know? I'm just a skunk who likes to draw naked women."

Manny chuckled, his gaze coming back to the raunchy assortment of ladies pasted across Pepe's walls. “Yes, you certainly do."

“Not as many men as I would like," Pepe admitted. He was busy drilling his brush into one particular spot to create some effect Manny couldn't see. “You're the first man to ever call me since I put those flyers up. I've drawn men in art classes before, but never since. You happen to be the first, and I think I hit a home run."

“My pleasure," said Manny. “I think I hit a home run too." He let Pepe focus on his work, content to watch the skunk squint and scowl along the way. He would blep his tongue out on occasion. Sometimes he would pause to take a long, hard look at Manny, then resume with a furious pace. Between scraping brush on lenin was him dabbing his brush into the color palette and mixing new colors. Then he would thwack the easel with it to straighten the fibers and add another stroke. As Bob Ross would say, he “beat the Devil out of it."

Manny was getting comfortable in spite of the small couch he lay on. He forgot he was naked, or even that he was being painted. He'd gotten lost in Pepe's performance as much as Pepe had doing it. He was glad that this was the last thing he'd do in Tune Town, because nothing else was going to top it. “The women must love you," Manny said at one point.

Pepe shot him a coy look. “And what makes you say that?"

“Look around. The evidence is everywhere, and I don't have to be a lady to see how dedicated you are to your art. The way you look at me is so flattering. I've made love to women who looked at me with less passion than you are now."

Pepe smiled. “And I've made love to women who were less attached to that couch you're on right now. You were made to be painted."

“So you've made love to some of the women in these paintings?"

Pepe's smile turned into a grin. “Every one of them."

Manny burst out laughing. “Oh, you're kidding me." Pepe shook his head, and Manny laughed some more. “Oh, that's incredible. A man like you? I totally believe it. Now I know the women must love you. Every one of them, you say?"

“Every single one." It was hard to miss the pride in Pepe's tone. “I swear it wasn't about that in the beginning, but let's just say it turned into a nice bonus. Something about being painted turns a woman on in a way she can't help."

“Something about being painted by a man like you is what turns them on, I think."

Pepe peered at him with sultry eyes. “You sound so sure of that."

Manny gave the same look right back. “I am."

Pepe said nothing at first, though an unmistakably flattered smile rode his face throughout the rest of the painting process. “Almost done now," he said a while later.

Manny had all but fused with the sofa. His limbs were starting to grow stiff and he struggled to keep his eyes open at times. Pepe's announcement made him blink his eyes and shuffle around. He groaned. “How long has it been?"

“I'm not sure. An hour or two? Maybe we should've taken a break," he said while hurrying away at the final details.

“No, it's fine. I'm glad to get it done. I can't wait to see what it looks like."

“Ohhh, I think you'll like it. I know I do."

Manny split a wide grin. “Sounds good."

It was with a hurried stroke and flourish of the brush that Pepe finished his work. He took a step back from the easel with an apron splattered in multiple colors and a palette that had been turned into a discordant smorgasbord of mixed colors. “And I think that's all!" he said proudly.

“I can move?" Manny asked.

Pepe waved him over. “Yes! Yes! Come look."

Manny peeled himself off the sofa with a groan. Several joints popped and snapped. The cool air against his back where it had grown hot against the couch cushions was a welcome sensation. He stood upright and gave a big stretch to his back before making a quick jaunt to the painting. It twisted into view, and Manny saw himself on the couch per Pepe's rendition. A hearty chuckle rolled out of him. “Oh wow. That's awesome!" It was him as he had been on the couch, arms and legs where Pepe had told him to put them and with his penis fallen down his hip with all its startling blackness. Plain details made up his snowy features, their tougher intricacies brought to the surface by the deliberate curve or poke of a single brushstroke. The sofa was different from the real one. Pepe made it look Victorian with red velvet upholstery and curved, elaborately carved wood framing. A window was planted on the wall behind Manny, illuminating his lazily confident pose and offering a view of the sky outside. The mink in the painting looked back at the real one with the same amiability and intimacy he'd been expressing towards Pepe for their entire session. Bedroom eyes were the first thing Manny thought of. He was willing to bet Pepe thought the same thing.

The artist stood aside with crossed arms, enjoying the way Manny stared at his creation. “So? You like?"

“Do I like? I said it was awesome!" He leaned in for a closer look. He could see the thin tendrils inside each brushstroke and the texture they added to his fur and the surrounding room. Pepe even included a thin vein of white that branched its way down Manny's cock, just below the head. Manny chuckled. “Incredibile. You really outdid yourself here. Thank you so much."

Pepe's smile glowed with pride. “You're welcome, and thank you for giving me the chance to draw you. It was a great pleasure."

Manny stood upright and turned towards Pepe, making his penis bump into his thigh and then sway heavily. “That was a lot of fun. Do you keep the painting now?"

“I can, or you can take it. Usually I'd subtract it from the amount I would pay the model, but you declined that. If you want it you can have it."

“How about I buy it off you? It's the least I can do for the time we've had."

Pepe shook his head, just like Manny thought he would. “Non, non. Please, you can have it. It would be payment enough for you to have it."

“Well…" said Manny, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment. “Why don't you allow me to pay you another way?" He looked back up with a saucy smirk. Pepe wore something similar.

“Oh? And what might that be?" Pepe asked with faux curiosity. His tail did a subtle flourish behind him, becoming a frizzled tower of black and white. It reminded Manny of the skunk odor which pervaded the room so thoroughly that he'd grown nose-blind to it. Now that he stood in the skunk's proximity once more he was mindful of it again. The acrid smell of acrylic faded to the background, a negligent distraction compared to that hypermasculine fragrance.

Manny's own delectable mephitis was growing. With a pulse in his member and a flick of his mink tail he knew it would be flowing out of him full force soon enough, and his soon-to-be-lover would be all over him. “Show me to your bedroom and I'll show you."

Pepe smiled. He reached behind his back and untied the apron. “Non. You've shown me everything I needed to see already. Why don't I show you instead." He pulled the apron up and off his head, letting it fall to the floor. Twirling around let fly a whoosh of cool air that came off his tail and onto Manny's face, bringing with it a tsunami of that delicious skunk smell. Manny's nose twitched. He watched as Pepe strutted out of the studio with his bouncy glutes grinding along the way. Manny followed.

It was a short path to Pepe's bedroom, yet it felt like an adventure. In his complete nudity he felt the eyes of those many women Pepe had painted following him out of the studio and through the house. More than when he was being scrutinized on the couch he was aware of his sex organ and its throbbing rise towards an erection. It hung off him at a lazy slump, that one hellacious vein growing more pronounced and longer with every bit of firmness that was added. His scent was at full tilt now, spearing through the fog of Pepe's stink in hopes of piercing the handsome skunk.

They reached Pepe's bedroom door. It was ajar, and when Pepe pushed it the rest of the way open Manny saw a tiny room filled mostly by a poorly made mattress. The comforter was only partly tucked underneath with some of the sheet hanging out of it below. Pepe stood on the right side of it and began pulling his shirt off. Manny came around the opposite side and climbed on top. The scent of a woman and her recently milked sex sat on the bed like a sandy sea bottom. Manny recalled what he'd heard over the phone that morning, Pepe getting out of bed, the groan of a sleeping woman disturbed. Pepe had done a poor job of preparing it, and yet he'd made it perfect.

His shirt gone, Pepe provided Manny his first good look at the skunk's trunk. It's splendid shape came towards Manny as Pepe mounted the bed on his knees, thus the two men shared the bedspace and the electrified atmosphere buzzing around it. Pepe drew closer and reached for Manny's midriff. His paw sank into a miraculously soft bed of white mink fur, whispering as he ran his paw around and groped a tough bedrock of muscle and bone. They were drawn together chest to chest. Manny helped himself to a pawful of Pepe's ass and pulled him closer by the hips so that their loins met. Manny's growing erection was pressed into Pepe's and the two men could feel each other stiffening side by side.

A purr rolled out of Pepe, and he drew in for a kiss. Their mouths connected with a subtle peck before escalating into locked lips and prodding tongues. The haughty temperature of their inner bodies met and melded with their wringing mouths. Manny found himself sucking at Pepe's exhales during the brief lulls when they were apart. It filled his lungs and suffused itself with the heavier skunk musk that preceded it. His penis was fast on the track to full staff. It pressed itself against the inner thigh of Pepe's shorts, ready to come flying up like a springboard the moment Pepe let off it. The skunk had no plans of doing so, not while he was busy exploring Manny's exquisite body, his wiry thighs, steely buns, and broad shoulders.

Manny couldn't wait much longer. As politely as he could he took Pepe by his waist and maneuvered him to Manny's right so that they were hip to hip. Pepe went along, and out came Manny's cock, finally able to stand out from him like a cannon and achieve its full glory nigh a foot from his thatched pubis. Pepe took a moment from Manny's lips to peer down at such a behemoth as it pasted itself to his flank. That ornery cock vein he'd included in the painting was glaring up at him along a tunnel just short of a warhead fit to split someone in half. He let out a hearty chuckle. “It's even bigger up close."

Manny was nibbling Pepe's cheek and enjoying his rod's liberation by very softly humping it against the outer swell of Pepe's buttock. He murred, “Mmmmm, go on and touch it. It won't hurt you."

“No, it won't," agreed Pepe who went back to kissing Manny. His paw went to Manny's cock. Burning man flesh simmered against his paw pads. At the core was a busily beating heart maintaining that colossal erection. Pepe massaged it with some slow, heavy strokes, partly to please his lover but also to familiarize himself with its barbaric shape and girth. Manny did him the favor of unzipping him and parting the button. His paw slid into Pepe's cup space and laid itself on his growing member. Two fingers came and pulled the waistband of Pepe's underwear down. It reached the crux of Pepe's zipper where it came to a stop, calling upon the assistance of Pepe's free hand which pulled down on his shorts. Manny was able to get the briefs low enough so that he could fish that big, fleshy snake out into the open. It flopped free with one long tug, and Manny began stroking it just like Pepe was doing to him.

Manny, his eyes closed, put on a frown. [Am I feeling this right?] He broke from the kiss and looked down to confirm what laid in his grip was as big and heavy as he thought it was. Stretched through his fist and passing the pommel by several meaty inches was Pepe's fuck stick. Born from an unkempt, wiry shrub of white underbelly, it possessed an ardent blackness similar to Manny's. Stroking it to life felt like wielding some ungainly weapon that fell outside of Manny's skill range. He let out a hoot. “Mio Dio… You were lugging this around with you the whole time?"

Pepe snorted against Manny's neck. “You were the art subject, not me. Showing mine didn't seem appropriate."

Manny kept that huge phallus pressed to his hip so he could absorb its temperature and feel that heavily pulsing vein. His own cock throbbed out of excitement. It was like Manny had met someone who looked just like him for the first time in his life. He smiled boyishly at Pepe. “And here you were telling me how hung I was."

“Well, it's similar to what you said," Pepe explained smugly. “I want to be known as an artist, not a porn star."

“Then it looks like you and I are both in the wrong profession," said Manny, and they both had a laugh. Manny pulled away from Pepe and brought himself directly in front of the skunk. Pepe did the same, and the two men held a friendly side by side. Manny was able to connect the two of them by poking Pepe in his pelvis while Pepe fell modestly short. That wasn't to say Pepe lost in any way. To merely come close to Manny was an achievement on its own and thoroughly wowed the mink. Manny grabbed both of their dicks and squeezed them together by their burning hulls. They batted together playfully with a few clenches of his fist. “Mmmmm, look at that. Ha! Oh, I love it."

A blushing Pepe bit his lip at the same time a tear of precum oozed its way out of his tip, drooling its way down the clef in his cock helmet and then becoming one glassy tendril which sagged its way to the mattress. “Hmmmm, so do I. Never met a man who was bigger than me."

“And I never met a man who came close. You should be proud."

“Oh, do not worry. I most certainly am, but not for the size of my cock."

Manny raised an eyebrow. “Then what for?"

Pepe very politely peeled Manny's paw off their dicks. He lifted them both up into a high angle, forming something like a lambda so that when he closed in on Manny their pillars were squashed flat against one another, arousals beating and radiating side by side. His nose booped into Manny's with their mirroring eyes just a breath away. “For having wooed such a handsome stud into my bed." Then he kissed him.

The reunion of their lips caught Manny mid-smile, though it quickly melted away. Some grinding humps and fluid rolls mashed their penises together and milked the first real hints of pleasure. Another glob of precum ebbed from Pepe's cock, joined shortly after by the first from Manny. Their hindquarters would reel back then come clenching back, dimpling their haunches and bumping members. Between their rudely wrestling maws were soft murrs and flowing slobber. Manny's musk was out in full now, in equality with Pepe's skunkier aura. It slicked through the inside of Manny's crack and backsack. Pepe caught more than just hints of it with his every inhale. It added weight to his arousal, forcing him to grind on his lover's scepter even harder.

At the first chance Pepe pulled Manny by the arms to his right. The pair went timbering over onto their sides and bounced softly with their conjoined faces towards the pillows. Pepe rolled himself atop Manny and grinded on him with long, drawn out thrusts which dragged his cock up almost the full length of Manny's. The mink beneath him was obliged to open his legs and welcome each hump while the silky drool of their combined faces began to slump down Manny's snout.

Pepe had to come up for air during a brief moment of cognizance. “Ohhhh, mon dieu. Fuck! You're driving me mad with that smell." His breathing was heavy and his grinds showed no signs of slowing.

Manny chuckled. “My apologies. What else are mink's known for?"

“Ahhhh, I never knew it was this… how you say, persuasive. I smelled it earlier, but it was nothing like this."

“I think a skunk like you might be immune to its charms, at least in its early stages."

Pepe huffed. “Not so much in full."

“You want more?"

“Yes, but I think if I have anymore I might lose it."

“That's a risk I'm willing to take. Go ahead. I think you know where to find it." In case he didn't, Manny opened his legs even further to help guide the skunk along.

“Hon hon, well in that case…" Pepe crawled backwards into the welcoming space between Manny's legs, whiffing up more of the delectable sweat dewed to his fur. With his legs coming off the foot of the bed Pepe lay on his stomach with his chest between Manny's thighs and his skunk tail up high in the air. There was the mink's plump scrotum sagging over the fleshy bridge that tapered from the tailhole. Manny gave him a better view by hauling his legs into the air, soles towards the ceiling, tail laid out flat, his pink pucker aimed at the skunk with hungry eyes. Pepe took a steep line of that heavenly stink that was oiled into Manny's taint fur so liberally. Snifffffffffffffffffffffff. His lungs inhaled, then released through a hearty groan. “Magnifique~" he said before closing his eyes and dipping his nose into Manny's pillowy white sack. Manny had the pleasure of watching and feeling his snout sink into the nads and drag around that cold, wet nose. A throb of the floor muscle made Manny's cock bounce and let free another glassy tendril of precum.

Pepe experienced it like a dull thud in the distance, not something mere inches away from his face. Anything that wasn't the greasy, sweaty pit that was Manny's crotch was caught behind a buzzing haze held up by that glorious smell. He drew at it with quick sharp whiffs, swirling his nose into a tight circle around the underside of Manny's sack like it were a glass of wine. This was a much stronger, raunchier liqueur which already had him intoxicated. He had to go farther south, closer to the source. His nose traced a line down from the sack and across the taint, coming to a stop within the burning hot crater that was Manny's pucker. Snifffffffffffffff. Hot booty stink mixed with the spiciest man musk sucker punched Pepe in the olfactory. He came off with a haughty groan before going right back in and huffing some more. Snifffffffffffffffff.

Manny had himself a jolt from the intrusion. The resulting tickles made his toes curl in the air above Pepe's head. “Ooooooh, that's it. Ahhhh, that feels good. Whiff it up." Pepe went above and beyond just whiffing. He mashed his face into Manny's undercarriage, drowning in the exquisite softness provided by that platinum white underbelly fur. It wasn't enough to simply smell anymore. Opening his eyes, Pepe looked up at his lover, past the arrogant swell of his nuts, then let loose the tip of his tongue on that twitchy pink orifice. Manny gave a sharp shudder and clench. “Ohhhhhhh, yes. Do that, please. Mmmmm…" His left paw came off his thigh and stroked his penis. He slumped his head down onto a pillow with closed eyes and a slack jaw. “Ahhhhh, è meraviglioso~"

Pepe hummed his agreement while mapping the delicate wrinkles in Manny's asshole. It would twitch, bulge, and wink with every orbit of the inquisitive skunk's tongue. Manny would sigh and tremble through the steady cadence of his paw strokes. He let out a sharp gasp when Pepe had the audacity to poke his tongue in and bathe it in a fleshy inner heat. Some sharp flicks and jabs had the mink gasping sharply and laughing. “Hah! Ahah! Ohhh, that's nice, very nice. Hahaha! Ahhhhhh…" His head slumped back again with a sleazy smile. He tugged on his dick harder and faster, ready to cum off Pepe's tongue alone.

Pepe had his fill. Mouth and nose clogged with all those smells pleasantly unpleasant, he pried his snout out of Manny's ass and buried it back into his scrotum. “My, my, enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Manny calmed down a bit and looked down at his companion. Pepe's white face and black bangs shone with hot mink oil. It pulled the furs into sharp, wet spikes whose odor all but rose from Pepe in a jungle of wispy stink lines. Manny snickered. “I could ask the same of you. I thought you were going to eat me alive down there. I'm so hot right now. Fuck…"

“I can see that." Pepe reached for Manny's pole and gently brushed aside his paw so that he could replace it with his own. It was lifted straight up into a mighty black obelisk, a testament to all things masculine and reproductive. Pepe's gently gripping paw shuttled its way from hilt to head. An insidious mix of musk and precum slicked the shaft into an obsidian shine and squelched within Pepe's paw pads. His face came into it and the tip sank into the sweet chubbiness of his cheek. “Why don't I help you with that?" Then his lips formed a pucker and gave that huge cock a smooch.

Manny laughed as he spoke. “You're adorable. You know that?"

Pepe purred and delivered another kiss. “I have a certain charm about me, yes." He lifted his face above Manny's zenith with his eyes downturned to stare headlong at that hellacious cannon. “Now let me show you what else I have." His maw parted to land an openmouthed smooch on the tip. There was another, then a third, then Pepe opened his mouth and consumed Manny to the glans. “Ulp."

A long, happy sigh rolled out of Manny as his head slumped back again. “Mmmmmmm~" He looked just in time to see Pepe make the first couple inches down that pole, stopping once his throat was tickled. Pepe's jaw was gaped rudely, but the seal of his lips was tight to Manny's caliber. The tongue twitched and lathered. A low hum of delight added further buzz, and when Pepe's head floated upwards there was a naughty suction sound. Shhhfffffp. It got the right reaction out of Manny whose mind went straight to the clouds. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…" His paw craned up onto the top of Pepe's head automatically, offering assistance as well as something to hold on to while a surge of white hot delight glowed and rippled through every inch Pepe swaddled with his busy mouth flesh. The fingers clutched the skunk's black and white locks and pumped away to the same tempo. Schlllp. Schllllp. Schllllk. Schllffffffp. Manny was already on the way towards his peak. Looking down and seeing Pepe peer up at him with those piercing eyes simply threw him over the limit. “Hahhhh! Oh shit! HUHHHHHH~!" His hips heaved upwards with the sudden and dramatic arch of his spine. Poor Pepe's throat was ground zero for a fat, black missile to plug it and let rip a hot load of molten ivory. Pepe flinched and recoiled, but was able to hold on with his lips tied to the girth of Manny's glans. He sucked hard and jerked the rest with his paw. In the middle of Manny's groaning orgasm Pepe was able to swallow what was there already and pry his mouth off.

“Mwah!" Out poured a torrent of hot dick breath onto Manny's spitting pole. Pepe kept his mouth open and caught the remaining fragments of his lover's ejaculation on the tongue which lolled cartoonishly out of his mouth which was turned at the corners by a triumphant smile. When the last pearl dribbled out Pepe could slow his hand jerks and close his mouth. “Ahhhhhhhhh, wasn't that wonderful? How are we feeling?"

Manny was breathing hard with his wrist on his forehead. After a few heavy breaths he was able to laugh through the dopamine. “Ahahhhh! Oh, I'm feeling wonderful. Holy shit."

Pepe gave his softening pecker one last kiss on the side. “I thought you would." He stood up by the foot of the bed. His erection had not faded. It aimed at Manny's tuchus as if expecting retribution. He gave it a tiny stroke. “What will we do next, handsome? I'm dying over here."

Manny had an idea. He waved the skunk over onto his own bed. “Come on and let me return the favor. How about you sit that big, black ass on my face and give me a taste?"

Pepe's thick, burly chest bounced when he laughed. “Hon hon hon! You know what you like and how to ask for it. I like that."

“I'll remind you that I'm Italian, and what do we like?"

Pepe thought for a moment. “Pasta?"

That got a laugh at least. “Well, yes, that. But also big bottoms, and I've been looking at one since I got here. I'd like to get acquainted with it."

“Mmmm, say no more." Pepe climbed back onto bed and made a sumptuous crawl towards Manny. The two men shared greedy looks until Pepe knelt upright beside Manny and threw one leg over him. He pivoted on the other knee and came to rest saddling the mink's trunk, that burly wagon of an ass aimed directly at Manny's face. It was highlighted down the crack by Pepe's white underbelly which also colored his dangling man purse. His erection tilted out of him with the tip just an inch from Manny's abs. The taint, nicely swollen and thick, narrowed into the softly wrinkled pit that was Pepe's tailhole. It breathed forth a jet of hot skunk smell which shoved into Manny's nostrils like a fist. Pepe looked down his back at his seat cushion. “Like what you see?" He grabbed one haunch and pulled it aside for an even better look. His pucker winked before the haunch was let go of and sent crashing into its twin for a nice, healthy jiggle.

“Ohhh, I do," purred Manny. He put his paws on Pepe's thighs. “Now if you'd just let me have a better look~"

“Oh, but of course." Pepe craned his ass towards Manny's face, just close enough so that he could lift his face and sink his nose into that plump inner canyon. Manny took a deep whiff and almost knocked himself out. His risen chest deflated with a hearty groan. Pepe laughed. “Yeeeeees, get a good whiff, dirty boy." A casual lift of his rump sliced it up the tip of Manny's nose which then fell into a canvas of backsack. Humping forward brought it the other way, thus began a slow sawing motion which introduced Manny to the whole gamut of his backside.

Manny was in heaven. He helped himself to heavy whiffs and laps of the tongue every inch of the way. Pepe's cavity would pinch his nose with every pass and the balls would part around his busily huffing nose. The smell and taste melded together into a miasma blowtorching his olfactory. Between deep breaths and assertive tongue applications were his groans and mumbles of delight flavored by Italian. “Mmmmmm, così buono… Si… Lo adoro."

Pepe adored the sight of the upper half of Manny's face pasted to the backside of his tail, just between those black slopes. The toss of his lower back was slow and deliberate, never breaking pace for the mink whose hungry nose and tongue tickled and cooled Pepe's intimates. “Mmmmm, good boy. How about some more?"

Manny slumped his head back with a snout lathered in spit and sweat. He took a moment to breathe and nodded. “Si… Ready."

“Mmmmm, good. Deep breath~" Pepe came down on him in full, making a saddle of Manny's face with those plump skunk cheeks hugging tightly. He felt the chilly poke of Manny's nose right against his asshole which twitched and shuddered on contact. A great shiver rippled up his spine, drawing him to sit upright with his paws on his thighs. A joyous gasp gave rise to his chest. “Ahhhhhh, that's good."

Manny would've said the same had he not been busy with devouring Pepe's backdoor. He gnawed at it with the front of his teeth, scratching its leathery texture and drawing out more of that sinful funk already pasted to the back of his throat. His beefy arms were wrapped around Pepe's thighs to pull him down harder. With the back of his head sunken into the mattress and his snout buried where it was, all that could be seen of him was the top of his head under the shade of Pepe's fluffy skunk tail. “Mmmmmgh… Mmmmmmgh… Hmmmmm…"

Pepe's jaw was slack, the mouth forming an erotic O. Ripples of delight tugged at his hamstrings. Manny's wandering tongue was the impetus to touch himself which he did in long, tender pulls. “Ahhhhhhh, fuck." Clearish cock syrup unloaded with each tug to create a tiny set of droplets which glistened on Manny's sternum. Manny sensed him masturbating and brought further assistance by reaching between the thighs and massaging Pepe's balls. The skunk sat aloft a throne of delight. The great buildup of sensations came swelling towards the forefront of his loins, urging his fist into a rapid pump. Fup-fup-fup-fup-fup-fup. His toes curled and his jaw clenched. “Ohhhh fuck. I'm cumming… Oui! Hahhhhh~!" A white streamer whipped from his cock tip at the same time a holler blew out from the depths of his chest. It landed in a splatter of pearls between Manny's legs just before another rope came spitting out, this time joining the great plain of white that was the mink's tummy. Manny felt it on him like a row of molten droplets, warm and thick. Pepe's glutes clenched and humped against his face in a bit of added thanks for the assistance. Even when Pepe's climax waned into a piddle and he was left panting, Manny continued to make love to the skunk's tailhole. A huffing, puffing Pepe let go of his softening pecker and chuckled. “Hahhhhh… Haha… Oui, c'était fantastique." Out of the blissful blur he felt Manny's tongue still tickling him. He pried his rump off his lover's face and looked down between his thighs, past his softening cock to see Manny blinking in the light, his face fur slicked flat with sweat, saliva, and smelly skunk oil. “Have a nice meal down there, eh?"

Manny laughed. The smell of skunk butt radiated out of his mouth as much as it did the origin. “Oh, it was delicious." He dipped two fingers into the cum on his stomach and pulled them apart to watch it break into a pair of slimy threads. “I see you enjoyed serving it as much as I did eating it."

“Oh, I did." Pepe pivoted back off Manny and laid down next to him. Manny rolled onto his side to meet him. Arms back around one another, they began to kiss some more, further weaving the mutual pleasures they'd sown into one another as well as tasting their own musk on the other's mouth. It was interrupted by a soft chuckle from Manny. “What's so funny?" asked Pepe.

“This isn't how I expected to spend my last day in Tune Town," Manny said.

“No, it isn't how I expected to spend mine either. Painting a famous athlete and bringing him to bed? Pinch me, I'm dreaming."

“It's funny you say that. You're the first person to recognize me since I got here. Not many football fans in America."

Pepe gave a snide smile. “Oh, there are plenty of football fans in America, just not many soccer fans."

Manny chortled. “Oh, excuse me. You're right." He locked lips with Pepe for a couple more sweet kisses before a pang of discomfort was brought to his attention from below. He peeled from Pepe's lips and looked down to see his erection back in full and leaning against Pepe's tummy like a fallen tree caught by a fluffy white cliff.

Pepe noticed too. He put a gentle paw on it. “Think you can spare another round?"

The grip was nice, but he was keenly sensitive. “With you I can do anything. Except maybe- Ah… -penetration," he said with a wince mid-sentence.

“Oui, I think we established you and I are a little too big for that. If you can go again, I'd be happy to do whatever you wanted me to. Within reason, of course."

The ache in his cock flesh was bothersome, but Pepe's kind paw pads were an effective balm. Manny's cock muscle throbbed loose some precum. It was determined that he did in fact want to go another round. “Yes. Mmmm… I would love that."

Pepe closed his face in on him and smooched his chin. “What will you have me do, handsome?"

Manny's stomach did a flip. “On your belly. Let me see your ass again."

“Psh. You and my ass. I've met women less obsessed with it."

“Well, perhaps the women you've been fucking aren't Italian."

Pepe laughed. “No, you're the first." Pepe separated from him and scooted closer to the center of the mattress. Manny made room for him and watched as the skunk got on his belly as ordered with his plump behind making a proud and sudden rise from above those strong thighs. His skunk tail hovered in the air ever so gaily while he folded his arms beneath his chin and looked over at his partner. “This what you want?"

“Certainly," purred Manny. He tossed one leg over and straddled Pepe's thighs with his big black bowsprit aimed forth like he was ready to ram the skunk.

It was a cause for some concern. “You're not going to try and fuck me with that thing, are you? Because we already established how difficult that would be for the both of us."

“No, no. Just trust me." Manny grabbed both of those cheeks and pulled them apart for another view of that pucker he'd made friends with earlier.

It was enough to sway Pepe who looked ahead and away from Manny. “Alright, I will." Manny scooted further up Pepe's legs with his hands still prying the buttocks apart. His cock drew forward with him and slid up Pepe's backsack, his taint, and then into the lower corner of that delicate crevice. “Thiiiiiis is what I had in mind," murred Manny. Upon claiming the whole length of Pepe's crack he let go of the haunches so that they closed on his weiner to form a nice, snug hotdog.

A buzz of delight brought Pepe's furs into a fluff and perked his nipples into the sheets. “Ooooooooh, I see. Hon hon…"

“Yeeeeeaaaah," sighed Manny. “I see it too." He leaned forward and put his arms on the bed on both sides of Pepe's trunk, just beneath the armpits. That luxurious skunk tail pressed into his abdomen, tickling him with its many gossamer hairs. It brushed his neck and chin which he rubbed back and forth to feel more of that feathery softness. Through all the blissful comfort was the possessive grip of Pepe's ass cheeks on his cock, that which milked him with a greater authority than he expected. A grunt blew out of his mouth and ruptured the upper furs of Pepe's tail. “Hrrrrrrnghhhh… God, your ass is so fucking nice. Shit…"

Manny felt the hearty chuckle that bounced out of the skunk. “Shut up and fuck it then, you big dolt."

“Hahhhhhh… That's the plan." Manny swung his rump into the air and drew his cock across the whole of Pepe's length, up until his tip was at the bottom corner in the middle of the taint. From there he sliced back forward, back into the blubbery warm grip which clenched and thrummed so amicably. Manny could feel the heat on his face, both from all the pleasure flustering him and the proximity of Pepe's warm skunk tail. “Guhhhhhh… Si…"

“You know, I've never had a man do this to me before," Pepe stated casually. He was more pleased by his lover's noisemaking than the intrusion on his butt.

“Hahhhh… Oh yeah? Mmm…"

“Yes, and by the sounds of things I believe you're enjoying it."

Manny's teeth were sunken into his lip in an intense snarl. He focused on the back of Pepe's head, how the white stripe fed into that one swoop that dangled in front of his forehead. “Nnnf… That obvious, huh?"

“Mmmmm, just a tad. I'm enjoying it too."

“Good. Huhhhhh… I'll let you do it to me… Hahhh… If you're up for it."

“Mmmm, perhaps." Pepe turned his head and peered back at Manny with one inquisitive eye. “But I was thinking I could borrow that mouth of yours after I lent you mine."

Manny fought through the delight and bit a smile. “Hah! Yes. I can do that. Huhhh… Just let me… Let me do this first. Oh God." His voice was strained. The cords in his neck started to bulge. He was close already.

Pepe could read the signs. “Then get it done, handsome. Cum on this ass like you want to so badly."

As if Manny needed to be told. “Oh God…" His pace did not increase, but the intensity of each grind brought friction on the whole of his cock. The remnants of his saliva and Pepe's sweat worked together to lubricate matters. More precum bled out of him too and at an increasing rate. The bedroom was rife with his sex sounds, grunts and curses, words in Italian that Pepe could not translate but knew the meaning behind. His climax approached rough and ready, squinting the mink's face into a pained grimace. “Hrrrrrrngghhh FUCK!" The output belied the pleasure behind it. In just a few measly spurts Manny's orgasm was finished, but what it radiated had every muscle in his ass and legs clenched to their absolute, bulging them to the surface of his pale skin and vibrating them chaotically.

Pepe felt it pile onto the root of his tail and the upper curve of his crack. “Ooooh, there we go. That's what I wanted to hear. Good boy."

The supremely athletic Manny nearly lost the strength to hold himself above Pepe. His legs were like rubber, causing them to slide off both sides of Pepe where they could lay inactive. A badly sweating Manny panted hard. “Hahhhh… Hahhhh… Fuck. Ohhhhh, that was so much better than I thought it'd be. Whew!"

“And you enjoyed it much better than I thought you would!" Pepe chimed. “My ass is that nice, eh?"

“Heh, I told you so. I'm not addicted to it for nothing." Manny sat up on his knees and saw the milky clot of nut he'd stained the root of Pepe's tail with. A slug of it was still in his slit and his cock muscle burned something fierce. Load wise, he was drained. It was a very happy feeling.

“I'm flattered," Pepe said. He turned around onto his back and propped himself up on his arms. Sticking out of his lap was his revitalized erection, eager for some return of the favor. “Now, if you're not too tired…"

“No," Manny said with a boastful smile. “Not at all." He came slithering into Pepe's lap, into the manlier musk field of his groin area. On his stomach with his ankles dangling off the end of the bed, he nuzzled into Pepe's purse and rolled one fat plum around with his nose. Yet another line of air went hissing through his nostrils. Sniiiiiiiifffffffffff. “Mmmmmmmmm, oh yes. I haven't forgotten about that."

Pepe's paws were folded behind his head while he grinned down at the smarmy mink. “No you haven't, but do you remember the taste?"

“Mmm, perhaps not. Let me refresh myself." He performed his own rendition of the Frenchman's walk up Pepe's pole, landing a tiny kiss for every inch until he was at the jizzum-lathered zenith. With his lips pressed to that sweet cleft of nerves Manny blepped his tongue and wiggled it, splishing out some tiny bubbles of spittle and warming Pepe's cockhead.

Pepe sighed. “Ahhhhhh, and you said I was adorable." A throaty chuckle from Manny before he opened his maw and enclosed the head for a taste of that metallic sex product. He let it sit at the gate of his maw for a moment, just over the restless tip of his tongue. Stimming himself on Pepe's girth and warmth, he purred through his nose with his steely black eyes focused on the skunk. Pepe exhaled. “Hahhhhhhh…" His paw came to a rest on Manny's scalp and politely urged him south. “I think you can do more than that."

Manny certainly could. He demonstrated as much with a slow descent down the upper quadrant. He closed his eyes. What wasn't coddled by Manny's mouth was gripped and pumped by Manny's right paw while the left cradled the balls. They rolled about Manny's paw pads with a fancy tickle of those fine scrotum hairs which gave it a snowy color. The bob of Manny's head was slow and deliberate. The finer details of Pepe's cock, from the swell of his glans to the few veins which crept the skin, mapped themselves on his tongue. A throb would tug at the cock muscle and Pepe would reward him with a clot of precum. That flavor of masculine, musky copper swept Manny's tastebuds like a flood and painted his inner throat. He enjoyed himself tremendously. “Mmmmmmmm…"

So did Pepe whose head rested against the headboard with a lazy, half-lidded expression. “Mon Dieu… Ohh, yes that's so nice. Ohhhh… I think I might prefer this end of you than the other. Mmm…" Manny snorted through his nose and managed a tiny smile, hindered as it was but the fat black cock it wrapped itself around. “Now this is a scene I'd love to paint. Mmm… Your handsome face sucking on my cock. Ahhhh… Why don't we take this back to the easel and I can… Ngh… Capture it?"

Manny bobbed on him just a couple times before prying himself from the top. The smallest, airiest mwah left his lips, a single tendril of spit bridging them until it split apart and sagged down Manny's lip and chin. He pressed Pepe's cock to his cheek and put on a snide smile. “Are you going to shut up and let me suck your dick or are you actually suggesting we go over and paint this?"

Pepe laughed aloud. “Non, non, non. I was only kidding. Please, continue."

“Good." Manny lifted his face back over that monolith. “You wouldn't be able to focus through it anyway." His mouth went back to work and made a smooth, expert plummet back to the maximum depth.

Pepe winced. “Nyuh… I don't doubt it. Ohhh…"

The pair took their sweet time enjoying the warm mesh of bodies, mouth and penis. Manny grew exceedingly comfortable where he was, having turned the up and down of his mouth automatic. He did not suck too hard nor move too quickly lest he tire himself out and/or make Pepe cum too quickly. As fantastic as Pepe's inevitable nut was going to be, he wanted things to last. It was about the journey, not the destination and what not. A phallus with the immensity to rival his own was a supreme rarity. Unable to practice on himself efficiently, he milked the opportunity with Pepe to its limit.

Pepe visibly appreciated the effort. His head would flip back and forth between staying upright to watch Manny gobbing on him to leaning against the headboard, unable to hold itself up through the great torrent of pleasure provided to him by Manny's mouth grip. His toes curled and his heels scraped at the sheets aside Manny's midriff. The paw atop the mink's head would grip and pull on his hair while the other was in flux elsewhere, perhaps holding the back of Pepe's head or clawing at the sheets. A stream of happy noises flowed from the skunk, sometimes in English, mostly in French. The equilibrium between those two languages, the part of his mind which would automatically translate, was a lost vessel churning through a sea of dopamine. In came a rogue wave barreling out of him. Pepe's head craned back, and a terrible grimace contorted his features. “Hyuuuuuuuueeeeghhh~!!!"

The cock muscle flattened against Manny's tongue and shot a single rope into Manny's palette. More throbbed out from the jittering, groaning skunk while Manny dutifully maintained the seal of his mouth. His head plummeted down so that Pepe's spitting slit was right at the entrance of his throat, allowing not a pearl to go unswallowed. Once Pepe's heaving and spasming ebbed to a close Manny pulled off one more time and put it all away with a single gulp. Molten love slithered down into his tummy where it plumed into a silt cloud of warmth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Good?" was all he had to say.

Pepe's chest was heaving up and down. His wrist sat over his eyes as if to shield from a blinding ray of delight. “Hahhhhhh… Hahahahaha… Yes, very good. Mmmm… Every bit of good that I hoped."

“I thought so." Manny crawled forward up onto Pepe and mounted him in the missionary. There was no intent of sex, not anymore. Both their manhoods lay soft and deflated against one another, their cumtanks graciously spent. Bodies intertwined again, they made out softly to share the last precious moments of their afterglow.

It faded after some time, and in the middle of their kissing Manny started to sniff the air. It reeked of musk, mink and skunk. Rising through the haze like a column of smoke was the more acrid stench of cum, either dribbled onto the sheet or pasted to their fur. Manny could feel it drying on his chest and stomach, literally gluing the two men together by their furs. “Goodness. That was great, but we did a number on this place."

“What, my room? How?"

“It smells like ass in here."

Pepe chuckled. “Not the worst it's been subjected to. I'll welcome the scent of a mink anytime. I'm sure the walls and the sheets consider it refreshing after having to deal with my ass all day."

“Well, if I had to deal with your ass, I'd consider it a damn good job."

Pepe grinned. “Mmm, and what a job you did of it." The pair shared one last kiss. “Now, how about you and I clean up? This was fun, but I think we've worn out this bed's welcome."

“Yeah, not a bad idea." Manny peeled himself from Pepe. There was a painful tug of the furs where Pepe's cum had dried, causing them both to rub the afflicted area with a sneer.

Pepe pivoted on his butt and hopped off the bed. Standing up he performed a big stretch which popped the tendons and made every sinew jump to the surface, a display Manny thought would never grow old even if he lived with the skunk. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ahhh, the bathroom is on the other side of the hall. Door on the left in front of the studio."

“Thanks. Care to join me?"

“I would love to, but there's only one tub and it's very small. You might have trouble getting in, actually."

“Oh, that's fine."

“There should be a towel on the rack."

Manny went back to the studio to fetch his clothes. While bending over to collect them he took time to look at his portrait again. Now removed from the euphoria of having it made he could be a bit critical: the face was bland and there wasn't much color to his fur other than pure matte white. Still, it was of him, and it would prove more special than any photo that existed of him. He left the studio with his clothes and found the bathroom. Pepe wasn't lying when he said it was small. It was an old porcelain clawfoot without a showerhead. Inside it was cracked in several places with rust around the drain, the plug of which was an old-timey cork on a chain. A singular soap bar looked ancient on its boat while the towel Pepe had mentioned looked crusty. [Jesus. Has he ever used this thing? Well, you know what they say about the French…] Quality aside, Manny filled the tub with warm water and took a dip with his long legs forced into a bend by the tub's brevity. In the water's caress he could feel the afterburn of Pepe's mouth on both his tailhole and on his penis. Louder was the ache in his penis, even though it was a happy one.

Manny got clean, drained the tub, then got dressed. He expected to find Manny waiting outside, but the house was empty. Manny looked in the bedroom and in the studio, but couldn't find the skunk. “Pepe?" he called out. [Did he leave? Was he a figment of my imagination?] A brief look out the back window proved that Pepe was indeed real. The proof came in the form of a totally nude Pepe standing in the grass, bathing himself with the garden hose. “Pfft… What?" Manny walked out the back door, laughing to himself. “You could've waited until I was done," he said while approaching Pepe.

Pepe had a bar of soap in one paw. His head was craned forward with the water arcing its way down his back. “Oh, there's no need! I prefer to clean myself this way." Thoroughly wet, he dropped the hose and let it gurgle into the grass where its metallic glow flooded through the blades and onto the patio tiles where Manny stood. He scrubbed himself with the soap and built a heavy sud all over himself, tugging the skin across his musculature.

Manny scoffed. “Today just gets stranger and stranger."

“Ahh, who wants life to be normal?" Pepe asked while scrubbing the soap across his throat. “A strange life is an exciting life, wouldn't you say?" The soap came down to his groin and was viciously rubbed into his bouncing privates, an action Manny assumed he was supposed to watch.

Manny just nodded along. “Yeah, I think I would." Manny went back inside to spend some more time admiring his portrait. Pepe came in a few minutes later with moisture-spiked fur and a towel around his waist. He was much cleaner, but that inescapable mephitis hounded him dearly. “I have to thank you again," Manny said. His back was to the door with his arms crossed. “It's incredible. I really don't know what to say."

“I think you've said enough. Even if you hadn't, your actions speak much louder than words." Pepe stood next to Manny and admired the painting alongside him. “So, do you want to take it with you?"

Manny had at first, but now he wasn't so sure. He loved it, yes, but what the hell was he supposed to do with it when he got home? Hang it on his wall? What would guests think? It was all Pepe's work. It seemed blasphemous to take it off him even if Manny paid a handsome price for it. “What would you do with it if I left it with you?" Manny asked.

Pepe shrugged. “Same as everyone else. Keep it and hang it on my wall. I'd try and sell it, but I'm certain someone might recognize you, and I don't think you want that."

“No, I wouldn't."

“It's up to you, friend. I'll be happy either way."

Manny put his paw in front of his chin and tapped it thoughtfully. It was time to make a decision. “I think… I think I'll leave it with you, if only because I don't know what to do with it. I love it, I really do, but it's not exactly something I can put on my mantle, is it?"

“Actually, I think it would be perfect over the mantle," Pepe joked. “But I understand. It's in good hands. Should you ever change your mind, you know where to find it. You have my number?"

Manny was already planning on saving it to his contacts. “Yes."

“Good. Put me on speed dial."

Manny nodded. He imagined his second visit to Tune Town, dialing up his favorite resident and what paintings might become of it. “Count on it."

The two men shared a one-armed hug, then Manny made his way out the front door. Getting on his bike, he gave his towel-clad lover a wave goodbye. “Until next time, my friend!" He then kissed his fingertips and blew it.

Pepe returned the gesture. “À la prochaine, mon ami."

Manny lifted the kickstand with his ankle, then rode off into the driveway with the warm waning sun on his fur and the wind in his ears. Before peeling off onto the road he looked back one more time and saw Pepe still standing on his porch. He looked forward to make the turn, and when he peeked over his shoulder one last time he saw Pepe walking back into his home. Manny focused on the road, its dusty lane run segmented by the forest's lengthening shadows. He couldn't see Pepe's house anymore, but Tune Town was still in front of him. He pedaled slowly, seeing the painting in his mind, excited for his next visit to this lovely place, whenever it may be.

THE END