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Calvin and Don were just two bros hanging out, as bros usually do. "A-are you sure about this man? I'm not gonna get... addicted or anything am I?"

Calvin, a newcomer to the world of pot, had no clue what he was in for. His friend and big bro Don, being a self-proclaimed veteran at getting high, simply rolled his eyes.

"Addicted to pot? You really took all that Scruff McGruff shit to heart, didn't you?"

Calvin, feeling embarrassed at his lack of knowledge, simply looked away. "No dude, you're not gonna get hooked on this shit. Kinda like how you won't get arrested for smoking with me in my own house."

Calvin was staying at Don's house, time being. Don was Calvin's elder by two years, and since he was 18, that meat that he was able to live on his own. Don took this chance immediately, knowing he'd be free to pursue his illegal interests when he did.

Calvin took a breath of relief.

"Alright Don. I trust you."

Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of buds. It seemed to be about 10 grams.

"How much did that cost?" Calvin asked. "Enough money to keep us high as balls all night." Don replied. "But that looks kinda small, doesn't it?" "It may not seem like much. But trust me, I know where to get the good shit, and who to get it from."

Don wasn't lying, he only bought from his most reliable source, a dealer from out of town he had met at a skateboard competition.

"What's that guy's name anyways? Maybe if I like this I could ask him to hit me up." "Haha, I don't think a kid like you could handle the world of drug trade, even if you're just buying. Just ask me if you wanna get high, and pay for your fair share of the pot. Besides, whaddya want to know his name for anyways? You're not a cop, are you?"

Calvin looked taken aback, shocked even. "Wait, what?" he blinked. "Hahaha! Relax dude, I'm just fuckin with you." Don gave him a light punch on the arm. Calvin playfully shoved him back. "Don't do that shit man! You know how seriously I take things!" In reality, Calvin was more gullible than anything, and was just more likely to take jokes to heart.

"Whatever man. His name's Ty by the way." "What is that short for, Tyler or Tyrone?" "Tyberius, he's a Scandinavian prince, happy now?" Calvin pouted and looked away.

"Y'know, he's a pretty cool guy..." Don mused as he pulled out a bud and gave it a deep sniff. "Aah, that's some good shit. Wanna sniff?" Don asked as he pushed the drug in Calvin's face. "Not after you got all close and personal with it," Calvin declined, pushing his bro's hand back.

Don gave Calvin an incredulous look,"How come you're bothered by that? We're brothers dude, it's not like I'm some nasty-ass homeless guy who rubbed his dirty face in it." "I know, it's just... weird. I dunno, I guess I'll wait until we start lighting up the stuff to smell it."

"Whatever man. Oh! Right. As I said, he's usually cool, but he's been acting kinda funny lately. Last week when I was buying this stuff I was taking it from him, y'know, and he's kinda just looking all around. He's always super chill, but he looked like he just got done smoking like five pounds of meth. Like I mean he was tweaking, bad." "Whoa." "Seriously dude." Don shoved some of the weed in a small pipe as he continued explaining. "That or he got fuckin' rabies or somethin', cause his eyes were red. wide open, and more glazed than a Krispy Kreme donut."

Calvin's older brother pulled out a lighter and flicked it once, twice, three times, before a short flame emitted from it. The fire licked the small buds of marijuana, ever so slightly beginning to burn it, and causing it to emit smoke. Don put his mouth on the end of the pipe and slooowly inhaled. Near the end of his breath, his eyes widened, and he began to hack wildly.

"ACK! Jesus! cough Fuck! cough cough," he held an arm over his mouth, before finishing his fit. Once he composed himself, he exhaled hard. It sounded like a long huff of a breath. "That reminds me, cough, another thing was pretty off about Ty. He smelled like he didn't take a shower for weeks. It was so fuckin gross dude, like unwashed ass and bad BO." By this time the fragrant stench of the weed had made it's way to Calvin, burning his nostrils as the contents of the pipe were.

"Cough cough Oh god dude, you mean like that?" Calvin asked, waving a hand in front of his face while pointing at the pipe with his other. "Yeah, actually. That's why I brought it up, this shit reeks as bad as him! At least it feels pretty powerful, my throat's still scorched... Wanna puff?"

Calvin thought it over, It smells fucking disgusting, but at the same time... it's kinda... kinda good~ But what he didn't know was that as he huffed in the second-hand smoke, he was also being affected by it. The weed changing his perception of the stink from being unbearable to something almost mouthwatering.

"S-sure dude," Cal accepted. He took the warm pipe in his hands, feeling it all over. Rubbing his fingers over every small detail in the ceramic tool. He inspected it, seeing the faint orange glow burn under the weed. Calvin breathed in quickly, but immediately regretted his decision.

He recoiled as he felt a mix of horrendous tastes rush over his taste buds and down his throat. The flavors were exactly as his brother described the smell, unwashed ass and BO. His mouth tasted like he had taken a long lick of a bodybuilders hairy armpit after an intense 5 hour workout. Even though he knew he hadn't tasted such an awful thing before in his life, the flavor of the smoke seemed oddly familiar to him. Almost as if he was accustomed to the taste of musk.

He coughed up quite a bit of smoke, a dark green plume billowing out of his throat as he nearly hacked up a lung.

"Heh, heh-heh," Calvin couldn't quit chuckling like an idiot.

"Cough cough What's so cough funny?" Don asked, unaware of his new addition to his anatomy. "You got a, pfft, a big ol skunk tail! A-ha ha ha ha!" Calvin kept laughing, unable to contain himself.

Don gave him a weird look, "What are you talking about Cal? You don't see real crazy shit like that on weed, only on like, acid and that real hallucinogenic stuff."

"Then why does it look so real?" Calvin reached over and yanked the tail. Don fully expected Calvin to either be pulling his leg or completely tripping hard. This added to his surprise when he felt a shot of pain run through his backside.

"OW! What the fuck Cal?!" Don felt as if his hair had just been pulled. Technically some hair had been pulled, Don just didn't know that there was also some bone and muscle underneath it. He also didn't know that it wasn't any ordinary hair, but fur.

Skunk fur to be precise.

"Holy shit! It is real!" Don screamed, while his brother began taking off his clothes, giggling lucidly the whole time. "What the fuck are you doing man? What's wrong with-" Don stopped, taking a light sniff of the polluted air. It smelled... good. Like, even better than before. It was too much even, he just had to have more of that smell!

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud smack. He refocused his attention to see Calvin bent over, lifting his giant bushy tail to expose his plump ass. "Well... come and get it, big bro." Don needn't be asked twice, his pheromone addled mind making him unbearably horny. He could faintly make out the faint scent of the weed in the direction of Cal's ass. Grunting like the animal he was becoming, he wasted no time in his attempt to tighten the bond between him and his bro.

Don dove into his brother's sweaty pucker. He made out with the fleshy ring, squeezing those furry cheeks with both hands as his tongue dug deep. Calvin squirmed and squealed in pleasure as Don managed to hit all the right spots. His nails dug into the mattress, leaving holes from the newly outgrown nails, which bordered on being claws. He let out a cute moan when Don hit an especially sensitive area. At the same time, he raised his tail higher and relaxed, unwittingly releasing a foul cloud of spray directly in his bro's face.

The taste of Cal's asshole was just so good to the skunk-beast. The sweaty, musky hole teased his nose, twitching with every thrust of his long, invasive mustelid tongue. He leaned ever-so-closely forward, puncturing the base of Calvin's tail with his bright pink nose. His whiskers tickled the bigger boy's furred ass, giving him more reason to wiggle. As his makeout session hit a point, he felt his brother tense up. For a split-second, Don was confused by the halt of movement, until his entire head was engulfed by a rotten plume of rancid fumes. The stench invaded each orifice it immediately came into contact with, his nostrils, his eyes, but none more filled than his open mouth, still wrapped around the pucker.

Tears involuntarily left Don's eyes as his tongue was utterly tainted by the spurt of foul odor. The stench, oh god that fucking stench! It was revolting, it was vomit-inducing, it was... addictive. It was fucking disgusting, but at the same time just so good. Don regained his composure before latching right back on to the still steaming anus. He licked even harder and faster, huffing and sucking, desperately trying to get as much of that oddly familiar, noxious air to pollute his lungs as he could. Eyes crossed, Don shuddered, more and more of his face becoming more feral in appearance. A few squeaks escaped his blackened lips. He wanted the intoxicating smell to fill him, to bathe him in its embrace, to become his new air supply. I want to breathe this smell, he thought to himself.

Calvin could barely think, his mind entranced by the amount of pleasure he was receiving from his brother's ass worship. He wasn't very aware of the spray himself, too distracted by the best rimjob of his life. That wasn't to say he couldn't smell it however, of course that wasn't the case. Being of his own creation, Cal really only barely smelt it. It was also having an extreme effect on his full lower body. From his waist-down he grew tiny prickling hairs, mostly black. His legs had become more digitigrade and his feet suffered the same, becoming clawed footpaws. Of course, his package gained a more canine appearance too. His slightly larger balls were held tight in a taut dark sack, right behind his pointed red member. Foreskin having been transformed into a sheath, it pulled back far to expose the long thick cock it now contained. Not only that, but his tail was increasing in size as well. It grew taller than his own head, thicker than his head as well. But rather than worry, Cal felt a subtle sense of pride in this change. After all, he was becoming the bigger brother, the alpha to his older brother. Soon his brother would always be this submissive to him.

But eventually, the gas petered out, leaving both brothers exhausted. Don departed from the green stained asshole, his equally green tongue leaving ropes of thick gooey saliva. Calvin was a shuddering mess, groaning as his rock hard skunk cock throbbed incessantly. He felt satisfied, yet still needy. He knew there was only one way to get the sweet release he wanted... And that was to assert his dominance. Calvin scurried around on all four paws to the other side of Don, who was still drooling on his aching jaw. He forcefully lifted his older brothers tail with a clamped mouth, parting his ass and displaying it out loud. He spread the asscheeks wide as if he were presenting it to a crowd of amazed onlookers. His older brother's virgin ass hadn't received any attention since they had begun all this mess. Cal was disappointed, it looked as if the hole hadn't even gotten the penetration of a finger! But of course, he figured, he might as well show this weakling of the pleasure he'd been missing.

First he gave the sealed pucker a long lick, before quickly prodding his tongue in, eliciting a screech from his 'little' bro. Cal was much more rough than his brother, leading to even more of a reaction than he himself had given. He toyed with the pucker for just a bit longer, before switching out his tongue for a furred finger. However, as he found Don's ass to still be a bit uncooperative, he decided to force his way in. Pressing one, two, three fingers at once at the entrance, the rough claws causing the rather clean hole to loosen up, allowing him entry. The fingers were a little stubby, but fully effective, as they put Don's fidgeting into overdrive. Cal's fingers pushed and pulled in and out, claws almost hooking to the very inside of the ring. Eventually, through sheer force, and with little warning, the larger skunk proceeded to add his last two fingers into the nearly broken hole. Getting fisted by his brother on his own bed, the older skunk let out a high pitched squeal of pain and delight, the feelings overloading his shrinking brain. The prostate pounding nearly making Don cum, but still not eliciting any spray. Cal figured that was enough preparation anyhow, and ever so slowly did his fist leave the now slightly cavernous asshole.

Winking explicitly, Don's ass was practically begging to be filled once more. Wanting to please his "omega", what more could Cal have done but oblige the obvious request? Calvin's bulbous, eight inched penis throbbed with delight. He raised it up and stroked it, attempting to release a little of the bottled up pressure that was waiting to all come out. A large glob of pre shot out from the tip of his tapered cock and splattered messily on the loosened hole. It was then that Calvin couldn't hold back any longer. His new front paws grasped onto the smaller skunk's shoulderblades for support as he scrambled to ram his thick cock into his bro's tight ass.

Calvin let out something between a moan and a chitter when his dick entered the slicked up pucker. Don on the other hand, howled a high pitched cry into the air at this new pervasive object. The penetration provoking a similar feeling in both brothers. As he humped in and out, slapping his much larger balls roughly against Don's, small fart-like bursts of spray simultaneously sounded with each smack. Hips against hips, the two were going at it like the wild animals they were exactly becoming. Slap, slap, slap, slap, frt, frt, frt, frrrt, the vulgar noises carried into the night, forming a deviant duet. A bit of drool dripped from Calvin's larger, blacker lip, dripping onto the scene below, adding extra lube to the fucking. The brutal sex carried on, Calvin's humping being very rapid and erratic. The spray being released moistened Don's hole enough to allow the full girth of his not-so-little bro to fit inside of him. This change of position not only asserted Cal's dominance even further, but finished the changes to the rest of the boys. Don's own brand of spray reaching Cal's nose and altering his face into a more skunk-like appearance, and Cal's fluids changing Don's backside from his asshole outwards.

The spray was quickly replacing the oxygen in the room as the two finished their changes. Calvin almost appeared to be a bit of a brutish skunk, his teeth visibly poking out on his rough face and his body generally being bigger and more muscled. Don on the other hand, was rather skinny, having lost most of his muscle and sporting a reshaped face a small child might describe as "cute" (or a gay man would describe as "twinkish"). Don also had a much smaller package than his younger sibling and a slightly weaker spray. Both of their tails however, were surprisingly similar in size.

None of this mattered to the pair though as they neared the end of another event. Calvin thrusted viciously into Don's skunky asshole. Their pelvises collided with the intensity of a meteor strike (and with nearly the same force of one!). The two of them letting out loud squeaks, before Cal's large red cock hilted in his bro and bulged, fully releasing it's contents into Don's sphincter. Don released an animalistic moan while his stomach began to bloat with feral, yellowed seed. Cal kept his rock hard footer inside of his bro, locking them together until every drop had been milked from his cock. Once finished, he dismounted the fattened skunk, then scurried up next to him and licked his dick clean of any residue. Worn out from the sheer intensity of his first time, Calvin curled up next to Don, and slept. His tail draping over the face of his brother-turned-lover, keeping him at point blank range of his fetid posterior. Don was too exhausted himself to care, and slept under the stinky, yet warm shade of the giant bushy tail. They both drifted off into sleep, dreaming of the life they would both look forward to living together, but not before Cal released the first of many "nocturnal emissions" directly into Don's snoring face.