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“Wow!” He loved her apartment right away, walking through her bead curtain into it. “It's like being back in the 60's or something.” There was her desk in a corner, her mattress in another, bookshelves in a third, and a beanbag chair in the last, with a central designated play area. “It's like time travel.” The skunk had a folksy, affable way of gesturing when he spoke that gave him a down-to-earth, easygoing charisma – the dove liked him right away too. “Looks like you guys are still around after all.” Like a lot of people, he'd been brought up to think hippies died out after their time had come and gone, like cavemen, pirates, ninjas, and cowboys, yet there she was. “I mean, it's not the same, you know?” Her record player skipped a beat, almost echoing their conversation about History's occasional repetition. “Not like back then.” You’d swear she'd lived those years, from the way she talked about them, and she very well might for all he knew – he had no idea how old she was. “The whole culture was different, after the 50's, something had to happen, right?” The skunk was contemplating the dissipating smoke of the joint they were passing back and forth as if he were trying to read some hidden truth into it. “We'd have blown ourselves to hell, Doctor Strangelove style.” The dove’s crystalline laugh matched the crystal ball next to the Tarot deck on her desk, where he wondered if she could’ve seen the end of their encounter already. “We thought the Cold War would never end.” With their exchange, she was the one who’d be exercising the most free will, after all – he was the one who’d be surrendering to the whims of fate. “Some people say it hasn’t!” The peace pendant around her neck suited her as well as the yin/yang pendant around the skunk’s, clinking together when they’d make out. “So it was a reaction in a way, wasn’t it?” He wanted to make sure the dove could tell he was paying attention, that he wasn’t just waiting for her to be done talking. “Action brings reaction.” She nodded. Some visitors would’ve been less patient with their plans but, for him, it was part of the fun that eased him into it. “We had to bend so we wouldn’t break.” The candle on her desk flickered, almost going out but not quite. “We had to learn to question things, not to take so much for granted, to look at things from different perspectives than we were used to, for a change.” The kaleidoscope on her desk was always there to remind her there would always be new ways to look at reality she hadn’t thought of yet. “I mean, doves were a Christian symbol for a long time, but we became about peace, even against holy wars.” The appeasing smell of the incense she was burning reminded the skunk vaguely of when he used to go to church, before he’d become an atheist. “We had to stop looking at nature like a smorgasbord, start treating it like something we were taking care of.” The flowers on her desk attested to her devotion to ‘flower power’. “Everyone was still scared of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, when they were still more about mind expansion than commercialism.” A bong, a hookah, a few pipes and some skunk brand rolling papers on the dove’s shelves weren’t there for show, but more than a means to an end. “We were looking for ‘the Truth’, right?” “If there is such a thing,” she smiled. “We were working ourselves to death and never stopped to ask ourselves why.” A lava lamp next to her mattress invited the sleeper to gently contemplate its slowly shifting shapes as they’d finally drift off to sleep after a long day. “Men had to work, and women couldn’t.” It was easy to tell ourselves we’d have seen how unsustainable that was ourselves back then, but who knew, deep down? “We had to learn how to share! The spectre of communism, the threat to the endless quest for accumulation our economy relied on.” The dove put out the stub of the joint they’d shared in the ashtray on her desk. “Which brings us back to the Cold War, doesn’t it?” She gave him a knowing look. “If only either side had known what they were doing. We didn’t know! We wanted to imagine someone did. It was a trade-off. No one ‘won’. Already in the 70’s, people were making the autopsy of the hippy movement, to figure out why it didn’t ‘work’. Too many people joined without figuring out what it even was, so it became about something else.” The myriad shapes on her paisley dress seemed to jostle against each other for space as her posture shifted while she spoke. “Is it fair to say it failed completely, though?” He furrowed his brow. “Good question!” The dove took off her scarf. “How long of a chance does a movement get before we decide that, right?” The skunk took that as his cue to take off his shirt. “We do have a lot of the same problems, just different, now that you mention it.” She took off her bandana as he scratched his head. “Free your mind, and your ass will follow.” This time it was his turn to laugh at her wisecrack, taking off his pants as she took off her dress to throw them in a pile on her beanbag chair. “Speaking of which,” she smirked, indicating the centre of the room with a nod as they took off their underwear, “get your ass down there, why don’t you?” She wouldn’t have to tell him twice, that’s for sure. “Funny how we do that, isn’t it?” The docile skunk went down on all four in the centre of the room facing the far wall from the entrance. “All I have to say is ‘your ass’, and you know I mean all of you.” The dove moved near each of his hands and feet successively, tying them down in cuffs so he couldn’t remove them without her assistance. “It’s like, you are your ass, and your ass is you.” His tail swished over his ass as she spoke, listening intently. “Kick your ass, kiss your ass, get off your ass, pulled out of your ass – it’s always something shameful, isn’t it?” The skunk guessed she had a point. “So if you are your ass, and your ass is shameful, it means you’re shameful, doesn’t it?” He blinked. “Well, I submit you’re not shameful, and your ass isn’t, either” How about that? “Wow, I’d... never thought about it like that.” The dove was getting through to him. “Thank you!” He raised his tail with a little less hesitation than he had been before, relaxing subconsciously. “So much homophobia because men are scared of their own ass,” she shook her head. “Men will go to war rather than admit they even have one. Look at it!” With the mirrors she had in the centre of each wall, the skunk could actually look at his own ass as she spoke, exceptionally. “It’s lovely, isn’t it? You’re so vulnerable.” The dove chuckled. “I mean, with you being a skunk, I’m vulnerable with you like this too, but that’s all part of us exploring the meaning of trust together, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help sharing her chuckle too, she had such a way with words. “Even with your dick, suddenly you’re asking people to think of you like a girl a little, you’re stepping outside the role you’ve been assigned.” It was like she was finding words to articulate things he’d sometimes felt deep down but had never put into words. “You’re a little more animal than humanoid, a little closer to nature, right?” There was something so soothing about the dove’s voice, the gentle, thoughtful way she spoke. “I am on my hands and knees bowed down in worship of your angelic glory, mistress.” She was going to hold the skunk to that. “SMACK!” She was going to make him earn that. “AH!” A single, lone spurt of precum popped out of his tip unexpectedly, almost as if the dove’s vigorous spanking had shaken it loose from his balls on its own. “What was that?” The skunk’s reaction had been pure instinct, with no room for rational thought whatsoever. “I’m all yours, mistress, to do with as you please, forever and ever, amen!” Had that been the answer she’d been looking for? “SMACK!” Looked like it. “AH!” Lights danced behind his eyelids as his mind went blank where pain and pleasure blend. “Good!” She ran her hand across his buttocks more gently, admiring them. “What a nice butt.” “SMACK!” The skunk hadn’t seen her coming at all. “AH!” “What else would you rather sit on, right?” He shook his head as his eyesight slowly returned. “It does so much for you, it’s earned a break, wouldn’t you say?” He nodded obediently, wanting to see what the dove would do next. “I find a good smack or two wakes up the senses for what’s to come, doesn’t it?” “It sure does, mistress!” The skunk almost purred when she petted his head approvingly, he was being such a good pet for her, wasn’t he? “Let’s loosen you up a bit...” She started rubbing and kneading his shoulders firmly, and his whole tense body seemed to melt right in her hands. “That’s where you keep all your tension, isn’t it?” He’d have never been able to ask for something like this himself, but since the dove was offering it to him so well, he wasn’t about to say no. “Uh-huh!” She brought her hands down to start scratching the skunk’s striped back in front of her, as if it were an instrument that only she knew how to play right. “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, right?” He had to admit that this had a kind of inner logic to it. “Let’s take it up a notch...” She moved in front of him from his side to bring one of her breasts right in front of his face. “Check these out!” The skunk could tell the dove wanted him to lick it, so he did. “Not bad, huh?” He took her nipple into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it. “That’s right...” She moved to the other side of him to present her other boob for his maw. “Two for one special.” The dove’s whole body shivered at the skunk’s thoughtful attention. “Sure you’ve never done this?” He nodded as he wrapped his lips around her other nipple, suckling on it as he ran his tongue across it. “Could’ve fooled me.” Where had these been all his life? “Now for you...” The skunk moaned as she moved down to start licking one of his nipples back. “See how fun these are?” He could only nod in assent as the dove moved to his other side to lick and suckle his other nipple too. “Yeah, you’re a girl too, aren’t you?” They were just so sensitive. “I’m a girl!” He’d just blurted it right out. “You’re right.” She’d been making such a strong case for it, who was he to argue? “I’m a girl just like you.” She moved from the skunk’s side to go kneel in front of him and she put her hands on his head. “Come on, girl,” the dove licked her lips hungrily. “Let’s earn those stripes of yours...” Her engorged clit beckoned him to it, begging for his maw on it. “... Why don’t you?” He started with a few gentle, firm licks, like he was trying a new snack he liked, a few slow, long ones, and a series of short, fast licks. “Ohh, not bad...” The skunk tried moving his head left then right, to try to approach it from some different angles, see if he could stimulate some other nerve endings. “Ahh, yes...” He wrapped his lips around her clit to suck on it, swirling his tongue around it in clockwise and counterclockwise circles. “That’s right...” He lowered his tongue, thrusting it forward and up under the dove’s pelvis, poking his tongue into her vagina under her before bringing it back to her clit. “Good girl...” She was slowly bending over forward as the skunk flicked his tongue across her mound, her hands resting on his striped back, closing her eyes to focus on just the sensations. “Just like that...” She reached down behind her between her legs, fingering her pussy from behind as his tongue explored her mound. Abruptly the dove grunted, straightening her back to arch it with her hands on his head, thrusting into his maw as she squirted her feminine bird juice down his throat, her intoxicating scent driving him wild and making him leak. “Was that good?” She scratched him behind his ear as he slurped up her fluids. “Good job, skunk!” She got up from her kneel in front of him, moving to the skunk’s right to sit next to him facing his pelvis. “Now let’s see here...” The dove fondled his balls a little with her left hand. “How hard can you get?” She pulled his foreskin down to expose his glans with her right hand. “How much can you take?” She pulled his foreskin up to cover the skunk’s glans back up. “How long can you last?” The dove’s left finger poked at his pucker right under his striped tail. “How close can you get before you SMACK!” “HNG!” He yelped, panted, and caught his breath, her spanking had caught him completely off-guard. “Ohh...” She rubbed, groped, and kneaded his buttocks a little, giving them gentle aftercare. The dove let go of the skunk’s boner with her right hand and, with her left, she reached up between his legs, catching his shaft with a nice backhand grip. “Let’s find out.” She moved behind him a little, pulling on his cock to aim it down at the ground as she slowly masturbated him. “There you go...” Holding his tail up with her right hand, she kept her left hand wrapped around his dick as she pressed her beak up against his anus. The dove unleashed her tongue on the skunk’s rectum, licking with the same enthusiasm he’d shown when he’d been licking her clit just a moment ago. “HAH!” It was definitely designed to encourage him to make that comparison in his mind, as if it was his pussy that was now being eaten out by her. “Oh, yes...” As every hair on his body stood on end, she brought her right leg up to the left of his lower back, swinging her left leg to his right side as she sat on his lower back facing away from him, still holding his member in her left hand. “Oh, please...” Bringing her right finger to her mouth to make it wet, the dove pushed it slowly into the skunk under his tail. “Yes, yes!” She swung her left leg back over his striped back, kneeling on his left side, still fingering him with her right finger as her left hand switched to a straight wanking grip around his penis. “Oh, that’s so good!” He was melting in her hands like ice cream in the sun on a hot summer day. “Keep going!” Despite the skunk’s pleas, it was clearly going to be time to pull the plug on her current experiment soon if the dove didn’t want to go overboard. “Don’t stop!” She removed her right finger from his butt. “Oh, I’m gonna cum – AGH!” She stopped jacking him off with her left hand at the last second, right after it’d become too late for him to fully hold back but just before pushing him far enough to carry him all the way across his threshold. “No you’re not!” The skunk growled in excited frustration, stuck in an orgasmic no-man’s-land as his erection twitched and twitched. “Not just yet.” His erection desperately tried to squeeze more spunk out from his testicles than the meagre drop of ejaculate or two that barely strained their way out of his peehole to drip on the ground under him, to no avail. “You’ll earn that soon enough.” He’d be awaiting that moment with the utmost anticipation, he thought to himself as he struggled against his restraints despite himself. “It’s worth the wait, you’ll see.” The dove brought a machine behind the skunk, aligning it carefully so it’d be aimed exactly where she wanted it to be. “Let’s show me some more of your devotion to me first, why don’t we?” He’d turned to her just because she had more patience than he did, so he could reap its rewards from her in the first place, after all, just the way he wouldn’t have been able to do on his own. “Yes, mistress!” She walked around him to go down on her hands and knees in front of him with her hindquarters right in front of his face, within maw distance. “Oh, you smell so good...” The skunk was sensitive to this kind of thing, and the dove’s scent aroused him so much that he couldn’t help giving the dove a lick, then another, and another. “So, how’s the bird?” She looked back at him over her shoulder, paying attention to how her body reacted to his ministrations, his long, hard laps up and down her labia, his hungry tongue probes in her depths, his self-assured tongue swirls across her inner walls, trembling around his welcome intrusion. “Finger lickin’ good!” She couldn’t help chuckling at his turn of phrase as his maw went back to proving his words true. “You’re so eager...” The dove reached down between her legs as the skunk ate her hole, rubbing her clit with one hand as she finally pressed a button on a remote control that he saw she had. “Let’s say you earned this for now...” His hardon jumped right to attention between his legs as it started. It was a fuck machine. “Ohh...!” A shiver went all the way from the base of his tail down to its tip and up his striped back to the back of his neck as it slowly entered him, backing out of him before penetrating him again, and again, and again. “Oh, my God...” The skunk struggled to catch his breath between thrusts as well as he could, making every effort striving to keep his whole mental focus on still being able to keep giving her cunnilingus through this momentous distraction from his assigned task. “That feels so good...” His cock engorged and twitched between his legs every time the machine poked his prostate, firmly but gently plowing his rear end as his every scrap of subconscious resistance to it disappeared to leave only unfettered submissive desire. “Oh, yeah...” He pushed his tailhole back against it as hard as he could, lifting his tail to its full length as if it were being pulled up by a string, torn between relaxing around it to give it free rein and squeezing it with his rectum to keep it in as deep as it could go. “I’m a girl, I...” The skunk licked the dove as fervently as he could, if he could give her only a fraction of the pleasure to which he’d surrendered, it’d be more than worth it. “I want it in my cunt, so bad, oh...” Her breath caught in her throat, bringing her head back from looking at him over her shoulder, arching her back as his tongue probed her depths, rubbing her clit while his tongue swirled inside her. “Now you know how I feel...” She had to close her eyes just to focus on the sensations, his zigzagging tongue exploring every micron of her entrance, gasping as he brought his head up to lick her butt before coming back down to her vagina. “Oh, that’s right, just like that...” The skunk’s thighs were trembling so much from the machine’s assault on his prostate, it was a good thing the straps and cuffs were there to hold him up, he couldn’t help but think as he ate out the dove like a deer with a salt lick. “Keep going, yes, oh yes...!” She pressed her pelvis back against his face desperately, it was the only thing in his mind as her gasps became more and more erratic, abandoning all semblance of coherence as the cries of ecstasy that escaped from her throat like doves released at a coliseum heralded the arrival of the orgasm that she’d sought so assiduously. “Ohh, good skunk, good girl...” She could hear him moaning behind her as he came back down to Earth just in time to remember the machine was still railing him, his balls contracting with its every thrust back into his welcoming tunnel. “Oh, man...” Normally the skunk would’ve reached between his legs to finish the job at this point, but his current situation made that reflex impossible, so it looked like he was able to get to experience the slow, excruciatingly delightful alternative to it that so many guys longed for. “I’m not, oh man, I’m, AH...!” His tail swished over his rear end as the machine’s persistent poking finally pushed him over the edge all by itself like magic. Without having to contract any of the usual muscles he did in his pelvis, the other pumps and valves in his loins did all the work of shooting his semen out of him all on their own. “AH, OH... HNG!” Every spurt of his seed made his mind swim with pleasure, lights danced behind his eyes, breathing in as deep as he could as the smell drove him wild, unleashing everything he could with that last little squeeze. It was like the skunk’s anus had been on fire, but in a way that felt good instead of hurting, and he knew he’d still have a spare load later if it came to that. “You like that, don’t you?” He could only nod dumbly at the dove as he slowly came back down to Earth, his maw still unable to form coherent sounds, but she caught his meaning easily. “Well good, ‘cause you have a lot more of it coming your way, I can tell you that.” It wasn’t a question. “Oh please, yes!” As the fuck machine which had stopped after his prostate orgasm started slowly moving in and out of his ass again, she set up a dildo pointing upward on a stand on the ground in front of him. Kneeling upright in front of the skunk over it, she petted his head and caressed his cheek as she slowly lowered her pelvis down until her buttocks were resting on her heels. With the dildo firmly lodged up in her entrance, the dove rested her hands on his shoulders as she moved up and down on her dildo in front of him. Every time it pushed all the way into her, she felt so filled up by it that she couldn’t imagine anything more fun than that, but its friction against her inner walls on its way back out still made her tongue hang out of her beak. It was as though small, delightful electric shocks kept slowly coursing through her body, steadily building up to her need to release that pressure all at once. He was transfixed by it, the machine moving in and out of his hole at a steady pace now, imagining as he looked at the dove that his machine was fucking her, that her dildo was fucking him, that he was her, that she was him, that his tailhole was her vulva, that her approaching orgasm was his. As the fuck machine sped up to pounding the skunk’s tunnel at top speed, she rubbed her clit faster and faster, still moving up and down to bring the dildo in and out of her while she did. “Oh, fuck yes!” Throwing her head back with her boobs in his face, she finally took one last, long, powerful dildo thrust up in her cunt, one hand on his head as her trembling pelvis squirted her orgasmic fluids all over the place. “Ohh man...” The dove rested both her hands on his shoulders again, panting, catching her breath as the fuck machine kept the pressure on the his quivering pucker more than ever. Inspired by what he’d just seen, the skunk felt a familiar sensation begin to spread through his loins again, one which had just snuck up on him almost in spite of himself not so long ago. Just a fraction of a second before the fuck machine’s persistent penetration was able to push him across that threshold again, she stopped the machine at the very last moment, leaving him whimpering and whining like Tantalus’ dog being denied a treat he’d been promised all day. He tried to push himself back onto the fuck machine to cheat by making it hit his prostate that one missing time, but it’d already pulled all the way out of him. “It’ll only be sweeter when you get even closer next time, Icarus,” she teased the struggling skunk. “Let’s set things up for you so you have more control this time.” Getting up from her delightful perch, the dove moved to set up an open, blue fleshlight stand right under his pelvis, situated in just the right location so that, by moving his hips back and forth, he could thrust in and out of it. “Now, let’s make things a little more interesting for you, why don’t we...” Reaching to her side, she pulled out a steel sounding rod, covered it and his glans in plenty of lube, and he squeaked like a chew toy as she slowly inserted it through his peehole all the way down into his urethra. It felt unlike anything else the skunk had ever experienced, keeping his member wide open almost just like it usually only was while he was ejaculating, but all the time with no sign of stopping. It was poking his prostate almost the same way the fuck machine had poked it from behind, except from the front through his penis instead of from the back through his anus. She sat on his back like a horseback rider, petting his head, bending forward to nibble on his ear with her beak, then arched her back to spank him as hard as she could. SMACK! “Beast mode, GO!” SMACK! The skunk was launched, unleashed. “Now you’re in control, aren’t you?” The dove stepped forward over his shoulders to stand in front of him facing away from him with her ass in his face. “Yeah, there you go...” She knelt upright facing away from him, went down on all four in front of him to show him her wet pussy again, then sat back down with her butt cheeks on her heels, her dildo firmly embedded in her depths again. “Betcha feel like a man now, don’t you?” The skunk was thrusting in and out of the blue fleshlight between his legs as fast as he could, no longer capable of restraint. “You’re such an animal.” No part of him could resist that, he gave in to it completely, letting his mind go blank, racing to his goal heedlessly like a dog on a racetrack. “A pure, primal beast, just like Nature intended.” Intellectually, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to shoot his wad normally when he’d reach the finish line because of the sounding rod, but the rational part of his mind wasn’t working then and there. The more impossible it seemed, the more the skunk convinced himself that he could still do it if he just tried hard enough. Such overwhelming feelings couldn’t possibly lie to him. “Be the animal...” What tempting whispers seductively beckoned. “Be the beast...” His eyes were still firmly on the dildo moving in and out of her entrance from behind but, this time, he was imagining that it was his own boner that was moving in and out of her hole instead of her dildo, and that the ejaculation that he felt approaching would take place inside of her tunnel. “HAH, AHH...!” His grunts and groans escaped from his throat like caged animals breaking free, giving the fleshlight stand all he’d got as his hips became a blur. “OHH YEAHH...!” Pushing up against that sounding rod felt like trying to break down a wall but, with each blast of sperm from his balls, the skunk did push out just a little more of it every time. Finally, with his last orgasmic contraction, his shaft shoved out the sounding rod like a cannon between his legs, leaving just one last long string of seminal fluid leak out of his penile slit under him. “Oh, my God...” It had been uniquely satisfying in its own way but, with the way that his climax had been tampered with, so much of his cum had been pushed through his urethra back into his bladder that his hardon was still screaming at him to stimulate it again, to give it one last chance to let it all out of him once and for all like he’d always wanted to do. The dove sat up from her sitting position on her dildo, went back down on her hands and knees facing away from the skunk, and grabbed her dildo with her left hand herself. Watching intently while she slid her dildo in and out of her vagina right before his eyes, supporting herself with her right hand on the ground, he went back to very slowly thrusting in and out of the open fleshlight on the stand stand under him. Briefly leaving her dildo pushed all the way in her cunt on its own, she managed to keep it from slipping out just by squeezing her inner walls around it long enough to bring her left hand back to the ground as her support limb so she could take over sliding it in and out of her depths with her right hand. This position made it even easier for him to imagine that he was watching his own boner penetrating the dove’s pussy right in front of him, that all of her squirming and moans as she fucked herself were caused by him, that the vagina in front of him was the real source of pleasure wrapped around his cock so tight. That was all well and good, but it was her turn to fantasize now, and she knew just the way to do that. Bringing the fuck machine over from behind the skunk, she set it up on the right side of his head, aimed almost directly to the left but just a tiny bit toward the front. It was at just the right angle that, when the dove went down on all four facing mostly left but a bit forward with her pelvis in front of him, it gave him a perfect view of the fuck machine moving in and out of her tunnel right in front of him. She started out with the fuck machine probing her at a slow pace, which he struggled to match despite his eagerness. She was eager too, though, and it didn’t take her very long for her to increase the fuck machine’s speed to a steadier back and forth. The skunk’s body almost wanted a break after his last climax, but it was also begging him for a final full release, so he sank into his rhythm watching the dove, still in control, but trusting his body to tell him what it wanted as he went. As the fuck machine’s pace reached the degree of more frenzied humping, she reached down between her legs to rub her clit again, first with her left hand, then with her right. She turned her head over her shoulder, watching the skunk fuck his fleshlight, imagining his dick was pounding her vulva, pressing herself back against it. “Oh fuck me, fuck my cunt, yes, OH YES...!” The dove abandoned herself to the sensations completely, the orgasmic fluids that leaked out of her streaking down her legs as her climax hit. Before he could finish to this wondrous sight, she managed to catch her breath enough to get up from her hands and knees so she could remove the fleshlight stand from between his legs. He had no time to protest before she grabbed another fleshlight, this one black and with a closed end that wouldn’t let anything out of it. A screen in front of the skunk showed him that there was a camera set up inside the opposite end of the black fleshlight, aimed right at his erection so that he could see his own glans coming right at him from the front when he’d thrust. Shoving her dildo in his rear end with her left hand, the dove started stroking his hardon with the black fleshlight in her right hand as he watched his tip move away from him and close to him with each stroke. She could tell from the resistance and friction that his rectum was clenching around the dildo like a vise, but there was just enough lube that it didn’t stop it from moving in and out of him like a knife through butter. This combined everything that the skunk had liked about the fuck machine with everything he’d liked about the fleshlight stand, with her in control of the pace of his penile stimulation this time, just as fast as he’d have thrusted himself, with the added pressure on his prostate turbocharging him. His tail raised and swished over his buttocks, shivers going up his spine from the base of his tail as the pleasure the dove brought his tailhole combined with the warm, fuzzy feelings of the soft fleshlight stroking across his length squeezed his prostate between them to force it to erupt like a volcano. “OH, I’M CUMMING...!” He could only watch his own glans still moving in and out of the black fleshlight between his legs as the dove continued stimulating it to keep increasing his enjoyment even more while he felt and saw over a half-dozen forceful spurts of skunk juice shooting out of his ejaculating member like they were trying to break through the camera. “AHHH...!” His mind seized up, as if the sensations of pleasure that he was being forced to experience were beyond anything that his past experiences could have prepared him for, more than his body had even been designed for him to be able to process. “Ohh fuck...” She gently removed his cuffs and straps, letting him lie down on the ground and catch his breath while his mind slowly went back to being able to think normally about things. She lit up another joint for them to share, helping the skunk to relax as part of his aftercare after a session this intense. “You see, you didn’t fuck me... but your body thinks you did,” the dove explained to him. “An idea can be a powerful thing.” For a moment, he looked above them at the weird shapes formed by the weed they were smoking, feeling it worm its way into his brain to relax it in a way that felt similar to roots burrowing through the ground. “Hey, mistress?” Sometimes, when he thought about it, he imagined that the Earth was surrounded by this big cloud formed by everyone’s combined ideas, all sharing and intermixing and that, when they smoked, they were opening a gate that gave them a brief glimpse into this world of ideas to bring something back down for the other mortals around them like Prometheus. “Do you think we’ll ever find peace, after all?” She thought about his question for a moment and, smiling, she turned her head to him. “Sometimes...”