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Julan wiped the back of a slightly sticky paw across his forehead, unsure if that was sweat or bovine drool trickling down the side of his muzzle and also not really caring. The skunk breathed a slow, steady sigh out into the blistering summer heat, body turned away from the slowly setting sun behind him where he could still feel its sharp gaze searing across his bare back.

Still can’t believe this, he thought yet again. He brushed a few bits of dried hay and other nonsense out from his fur and stepped further away from the barn where he had just spent the past while; out here the air smelled so much sweeter, so much cleaner, so much clearer, and yet part of him still wanted to go right back in instead. Already he missed the stinging stink of cow, the rich, acrid bitterness, the distinctive grassy funk… but when he curled his upper lip against his nose, at least he could refresh this scent almost as well as if he were getting it straight from the source. Not only left here, but encouraged to ‘watch’ the animals… I mean, actually taking care of them isn’t that hard. And then the rest of the day is left to me to do what I want, and Renesco knows it. I already know Daisy by her patterns, among other things, and she knows me – but it’s nice she has the special tag and bell. And besides, whenever I’m around I can hardly get a second to myself without her bumping into me and wanting more… and…

And the skunk frowned, now lifting his paw up to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun over his shoulder. In his many illicit adventures over the ranch’s fence leading up to this more formal appointment as a helping hand, he already knew that the barn was partially visible from the road, so of course it made sense for the opposite to be true as well: from here he thought he could just barely make out the shape of a car like so many others, though this one held still off to the side a bit.

Wait a second. Julan glanced up the road, then down the other way, then tilted his head. That one was there when I first went into the barn, like, an hour and a half ago. Shit, I don’t think I’m prepared to deal with some other fencehopper… He reached down for his pocket, the fur along his fingers crusty and matted down with various slimy juices from before, then paused there; he already knew it could be hard to get a hold of Renesco while he was off at his summer job, and then even so, what might the sheep tell him to do? “Keep them from fucking the animals until I can get back so I can watch y’all”?

Thinking about it further, Julan tapped at his chin, then the side of his muzzle – and again tasted the drying aroma of various cow fluids soaked through his fur there, reigniting the tingle down in his similarly stained jeans. I guess I should go see what’s up first, and then decide from there.

He followed the path leading away from the barn as far as it would take him, then split off to cross the pasture itself towards the still distant fence. Off in the other direction near the corner of the property would be the spot with which he himself was most familiar, that lone-standing mesquite tree by the hill… as he walked Julan craned his neck against the sun’s glare to see if he could catch sight of it from here, remembering and imagining all of the late nights he had spent there with Daisy, sometimes on his knees behind her, sometimes standing on his tiptoes on one of the revealed roots of the tree, almost always with his clothes cast to the side to let his naturally dark fur help him blend in to the night sky, and-

And he shook his head, other paw slipping into his pocket to adjust the growing stiffness behind. His first few times actually helping out on the ranch he had gone commando, figuring the easy access would benefit in his constant closeness to the animals, but after learning how much work actually went into being a ranch hand, the skunk quickly reversed his decision and now came home each night with his underwear soaked through with sweat on top of everything already crusting over his fur, lips, and chest. This car sitting suspiciously close to the fence stood at a bit of an angle with the road, front hood pulled open and one door open; Julan felt his initial suspicion start to fizzle away, and then disappear completely when he saw the pair of tall ears poking up from behind the lifted hood, twitching this way and that in annoyance.

“Hey-” the skunk called, but then caught himself; I haven’t showered all day. I reek of cow – specifically all of the “unsavory” parts of one – to say nothing of my own sweat and stink… but then, I mean, have a breakdown by a ranch, surely if someone’s gonna come to help, they’re gonna smell like the ranch… but still, maybe I should have run by the house for a quick-

But those ears flicked towards him, and then a moment later the head to which they were attached lifted up as well. Mocha-chocolate fur fluffed in a gentle, warm breeze blowing from over Julan’s shoulder, and to his mixed chagrin and amusement he saw the striped hyena’s broad nose wrinkle with what had to have been a waft of the aforementioned scent trickling across him.

“Sorry about this,” the hyena called as Julan approached. “Normally I don’t like to be caught trespassing, but at least I managed to stop the damn thing before it put me on the other side of the fence.”

The skunk came up short right behind the fence, his own ears giving a little twitch. A joke? He looked over the hyena again, eyeing the way his stripes swirled up and down his bared arms, how he appraised Julan in turn with warm eyes and dark lids, and then of course how his nose continued twitching and wrinkling, looking almost more as if he were drinking in the scent of a prepared meal rather than trying to evade a barnyard stink. Who the hell opens with a kind of joke like…

“Truthfully, I don’t know a thing about cars,” he went on, and stepped to the side. Julan reached around to hop over the fence, something with which he was of course very experienced, and leaned in to take a look. “I think of ‘em as just something to get from one place to the next. Wouldn’t have one if common infrastructure didn’t demand it…”

“Oh, I know how it is.” Julan held the back of his soaked, crusty paw close to the engine, feeling for the heat radiating off of it, but kept watching the hyena out of the corner of his vision. He felt inclined to lift his tail up and out of the way, but the other male made no move to step further away, and in fact leaned in closer alongside him so that Julan could feel his presence tingling across his fur. “Let’s see here…”

Even as the sun descended Julan still felt its heat bearing down on him. Sweat slickened his fingerpads as he poked and prodded at the engine, and before long he felt it beading out from beneath his thick fur as well; his broad, bushy tail swished this way and that in a reflexive attempt to stir cool air around him, yet time and time again he was reminded of how this only refreshed his general scent between the two of them, yet still the hyena did not move away. In fact as they worked together to try to determine the cause of the problem, he thought that he had scooted a little bit closer, as before long his scent had started to creep in underneath Julan’s own – cooler, softer, a little drier, like sand and spice with a touch of something sharp just beneath.

When the hyena sighed, straightened up, and then walked a short distance away, one paw braced against his hip while he pressed his phone to the other with his ear, Julan took the chance to look over him again: his bushy mane disappeared beneath the collar of his formfitting shirt, though still it struggled to poke out from the fabric in places. It seemed this shirt was a size or two too small, as the way he stood meant that the lower hem crept up across his waist to show the line of his hip, complete with another swirling stripe circling in from further down along his back; his short tail hung close to one leg, swishing slowly side to side as impatience grew into annoyance, and when he finally connected he shifted his weight to his other leg-

Oh. Julan smirked and bit his lip, now lifting his wrist where the hyena had brushed earlier to his muzzle. Yeah. This guy’s as queer as I am.

“Okay,” the hyena groaned a moment later. When he turned back to face the skunk he reached to tug his shirt back down into place – but still Julan caught the glimmering twinkle of a gemstone piercing settled down in his navel. “I laid everything out and they agreed that it needs to be towed. Which, like, of course they’re gonna say they, they’re a towing company – but they also said due to the location, it won’t be ‘til tomorrow.” He tapped his phone again, sighed, and then swung his arms out, the movement once again pulling his shirt up across his sleek, toned belly. Those stripes coming in from around him seemed to point down beneath the waistband of his pants. “I hate to ask, ‘specially since I don’t even know your name, but-”

The skunk jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Owner of the ranch is off somewhere else for the summer, and he asked me to watch over things. I know we’re out a bit of a ways; feel free to stay the night. Things might be a bit tight in the house, since it’s only got one room…” ...but something tells me, he thought, following the angle of those stripes, that you might not mind that too much…

“Oh, thank God. I hate being an imposition.” The hyena reached up to smooth back the frazzled fur of his mane, then without asking went over to the fence and vaulted himself over. Yet again Julan smirked: the approach, the form, the confidence… he’s used to getting the seat of his pants snagged on barbed wire, and has learned how to avoid it. Too bad this is just a wooden fence. “If it’s too much of a bother, though, I can just stay in the barn. Been a while since I’ve had a good ol’ roll in the hay.”

And off he went trudging through the grass, casting not a single glance down to avoid stepping in any livestock leftovers. The skunk stared after him for a moment and then followed, trying to match the hyena’s form in hopping the fence. This guy can’t be real.

“Barn’s over this way,” he offered with a nod. “I actually just came from there when I saw you on the side of the road.”

“No offense, but I thought so.”

“You’ve worked ranches before?”

“Not exactly. But I lived suburban-rural for a while where I had more cows for neighbors than other people, so. I know something of how it is.”

I wonder how far I can… “You do seem familiar,” Julan went on, “without having country boy vibes. I’m Julan, by the way.”

“Shekh.” The striped hyena glanced over at him. “Gonna shake my paw?”

So of course the skunk offered his grimy, gritty, crusty one, still damp in between the fingers from where he had previously been buried elbow-deep inside one of the cows back in the barn. Shekh gripped that paw confidently yet not too firmly, and gave a good shake without hesitation or another word. After this Julan took the lead and guided the hyena up the rest of the trail towards the barn, likely the most familiar, comfortable spot on the entire ranch to him, and stepped inside – where the heat of the summer day had only thickened and concentrated the mixed stench of the livestock inside, cow and horse and hay and everything else.

Shekh braced his paws on his bared waist and looked around, outwardly appraising the environs yet, Julan could tell, counting and eyeing the animals instead. “Nice place,” he mused, and took a few steps further in. “Roomier than my first apartment…”

After watching the guest for a moment Julan naturally glanced across the aisle towards where he kept Daisy, the cow’s ears perked and her eyes bright, her tail still hitched up a little bit from the residual tingles of her time with her caretaker. She looked over at him, something glittering in those eyes – and Julan trotted over to lean over the gate, taking her broad head in his paws and murmuring soothing words to her.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told her, “he’s with me. Just a guest for the night. I’ll make sure that he doesn’t-”

“Hey.”

Julan turned again and saw Shekh already preparing to settle in, the hyena halfway through tugging that tight-fitting shirt off over his head. The soft fabric drew up across short, thick fur clinging close to his body, enough so that the little pink dots of nipples running down each side of his belly could still be seen, two, four, six, and then eight, with the top two similarly pierced through. His ears pinned upward as he wiggled out of his shirt, and then Shekh shook his head to fluff his fur back out, his mane taking a moment to puff back to its original fullness.

This done, the hyena ran a paw back across his head and fluffed it up a little further. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you in exchange for – y’know, place to stay tonight. Like I said, I don’t want to be an imposition. I can come back after the tow & repair, and get you some-”

The skunk waved a paw. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” he said; “I couldn’t ask for payment from you.”

“Okay. Cool. I’m just saying, I’m willing… to…”

“But there is…” Julan turned back to face the cow across the gate, smirked at her – Daisy seemed to recognize his intent and tossed her head in amusement – and then leaned forward to brace himself on the wood. One paw held there while the other slid down his own bare chest, easily undoing the button of his jeans, then the zipper as well… and with a short, confident side to side wiggle he shimmied his pants just far enough down so that when he fluffed his thick tail up, he felt the warm, cloying air of the barn tickle across his now bared rump, teasing at his sweat-slickened tailhole, cooling the moisture that had gathered along the back of his sack hanging down as well. “...something you could do for me, if you’re so willing…”

“Oh, fuck_.”_ Shekh turned away from eyeballing the horses on the other side of the barn. Julan faced Daisy again, holding her gaze, his anticipation and excitement mounting with the sound of approaching footsteps; a brief brush against the underside of his tail let him know that the hyena had closed the distance to him, and then his paws came in to squeeze against his bared rump, thumbs coming in towards his greasy tailhole, fingerpads sliding smoothly across sweat-moistened fur and- “Oh – fuck – how long’s it been since you’ve – showered?”

“Um.” Suddenly that anticipation pitched into anxiety. “Well. Um. You know how – ranch life is, I imagine. Like, um… close to… a week now… maybe?” I mean, it’s not like I’m really going anywhere or seeing anyone. And I like getting Daisy’s scent all soaked into my fur, so that every time I roll over in bed I just reek of her, and have to either jerk off again or go and visit her again, and…

But then to his surprise, instead of pulling away he then felt Shekh’s muzzle socket into place right beneath the base of his tail, lips already pursing forward to seal around the rim of his pucker, tongue dancing lightly over the wrinkled folds and then poking in towards the center. Julan gasped, giving a single reflexive clench in surprise, and then deliberately relaxed; he nudged back against the hyena’s muzzle, squeezing his snout in place among his soft rump as that broad, flat tongue continually dragged up and across him, peeling off the crusted layers of sweat and grime, licks turning to kisses turning to full-on sucking and suckling. Shekh swallowed, then did so again; he lifted his head, turned it, and dug back in even more firmly, working his jaw so he could wiggle his tongue back against the firm ring of muscle, trying to pry it open with his thumbs squishing into place and spreading him from there.

His eyes fluttered shut and he half-lifted a leg, jutting his rump out further; one of Shekh’s paws drifted down and wrapped one, two, three fingers and his thumb around the base of the skunk’s sack, hanging loosely down amid the heat of the afternoon and humidity freed from his pants. Again Julan gasped and clenched, then gasped again at a wholly different sensation nudging into the fur of his chest: when he opened his eyes again it was to look directly forward into Daisy’s familiar gaze, the cow’s broad lips churning gently, slick sticky drool already dripping down between wide teeth and her broad, thick tongue.

“Okay,” Julan panted, and leaned in further. “Yeah. I know. I know. Let me… just…”

And then again his eyes closed as he now received a tongue at both ends, Shekh’s cupping the backside of his sack and taint and drawing up across his rim, Daisy’s trying to push its way into his mouth. For a moment his attention split between the two, reaching back to spread himself for the hungry hyena noisily slurping and slopping beneath his tail while at the same time trying to keep his mouth open far enough that he could still breathe, the sticky dribbles of bovine saliva coating his nose and rolling from his chin and cheeks.

Julan shivered, moaned into the cow’s mouth, and then swallowed a mouthful of her saliva, thick and gooey and warm, so that he could feel it rolling down his throat and plop down into his belly. Behind him Shekh drew back, rumbled beneath his breath, and then dove right back in, this time pursing his lips against the center of the skunk’s tailhole and sucking there – so Julan gave him exactly what he wanted and started to deliberately push out from inside, rim puckering outwards to meet him in that kiss, muscles trembling and stiffening with the directed tension. Immediately Shekh moaned again, his voice vibrating out beneath his tail, and he opened his mouth further to slide his lips in around the skunk’s now slightly protruding hole, licking, slurping, swirling his tongue deeper, just barely pushing into the succulent, silky meat inside.

Again Julan moaned into Daisy’s mouth, mirroring the hyena’s movements around the cow’s tongue. He dragged his lips across the surface, squeezed in place, sucked, swallowed, sighed out; as he stood there bent over, he dropped his other paw down from the fence to stroke at his fully hard shaft, twitching and dripping already. Back and forth he worked himself, moving from pushing out into the hyena’s maw and then clenching around his tongue again and again, picking up in pace and urgency the closer the came; occasionally Shekh drew back again and dove down, hungry little gasps and moans trickling from his mouth, to scoop his tongue up underneath Julan’s balls and draw first one and then both into his mouth for a quick suckle, before sliding right back up to once again bury himself beneath the skunk’s tail. The swirling of his tongue, the suction of his lips; Daisy nudging her mouth against Julan’s, her hot, humid breath filling his lungs, her tongue in his throat – he wrenched his eyes shut again, grunted, swallowed again, then did so once more as the cow’s drool coated his mouth, and then felt Shekh press his tongue in as firmly as he could against the powerful pulses rocking Julan’s body there at his peak, each spurt out across the wood of the stable gate sending a fierce throb throughout the rest of his body.

Then with a gasp of breath Shekh drew back, the sudden movement and now relative chill of the barn air leading the skunk to clench again, tailhole squelching audibly with the bubbles and froth of caught drool mixing with sweat and musk. Shivering, panting, he lowered his paws again to the gate and held himself there, legs shaking: his mouth, his cock, and his rump all dribbled with warm, clinging stickiness. Gradually he managed to turn himself around, halfway slumping back against the gate for support, pants hanging near his knees with his still-dripping shaft swinging out into the air; at some point Shekh had done the same for himself, his own arousal still throbbing between his legs. Olive-green eyes flicked from skunk to cow and back.

“My girlfriend-” Julan jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, then in the same movement wiped some of the remaining drool over into his mouth. “-Daisy, here, prefers making out with me pretty much exclusively. But, I mean… some of the horses might welcome you here.” Then with that same paw he reached down, gave himself a few shakes, and angled his slowly receding erection down towards where the hyena knelt. “If they know that you belong in the barn, that is…”

Shekh’s tall ears perked up with the implication, and his own mouth similarly smeared with stickiness parted open, both paws pressing down against the hay-strewn floor of the barn. His tongue lolled out and he fixed his eyes at the skunk’s shaft, waiting, anticipating… and then leaning forward when the relief finally began to swell through Julan’s body, a soft sigh dripping free just as his stream started to trickle forward. It sprayed to one side a little bit for his residual arousal, then pitched forward and splashed across the side of Shekh’s muzzle; the hyena jumped and then leaned in, gathering it in his maw, tilting his head back to let it pool in his mouth and then spill free from the sides of his cheeks.

His eyes drifted shut and his nostrils flared with the growing scent of Julan’s fresh piss, one paw sliding in to resume stroking himself as he bore the brunt of his relief. All at once he lifted his tongue to pour his caught mouthful free, spilling it down over his chin, his shoulders, his chest, and the pants he still halfway wore – and then he came forward and closed the distance, nose twitching again as he drew in the scent of Julan’s unwashed musk, and finally closed his lips around him to drink straight from the source. His tongue cupped the skunk’s cock from underneath and squeezed it up against the roof of his mouth with each gulp, pressure rising, spiking, and then releasing all over again; occasionally he parted his lips to draw in a breath around him, more of the fresh, rich yellow spilling free, eventually overcoming the general stench of the barn with Julan’s own mark – almost.

Shekh’s nose pressed into the puff of his public fur, jaw working as he swallowed – then suddenly hitching, breath catching, eyes wrenching shut. A moment later the hyena’s shoulders jerked, then did so again, and again, and he parted his lips without drawing back, letting the rest of Julan’s piss pour freely from his opened mouth as he sighed with delight and relief, his own finish streaked across the floor between the skunk’s footpaws. Glad for the relief, Julan remained in place and finished up, stream trickling down to a dribble and then pinching off, save for a few final squirts. This done, Shekh drew back, wiped at his mouth, and looked up at the skunk still standing before him.

“Welcome to your home for the night,” Julan cooed. He gave his length a few shakes before tugging his pants back up. “And your roommates. Y’know, I’m supposed to get to them daily, but – Daisy occupies most of my attention, so… stallion down the way, third in line, on the left? Has gone a few days without a good cleaning.”

Immediately the hyena’s ears perked back in that direction, and he turned to look before glancing back up to Julan.

“Thank God my tow won’t be here ‘til tomorrow.”