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Monday:

Bring! Bring! Bring!

Slowly opening his eyes and groaning, Sammy rolled over to turn off the annoying chirp blaring from his phone. Doing so pressed his nose to the pillow he laid on. The skunk's eyes fluttered open as it only took one whiff to fill his nose with a pungent, ripe scent. It burned in his nostrils, working quickly to wake him up. He realized what day it was and groaned again. He hated waking up so early just to go somewhere he didn't need to go. Regardless, Sammy peeled back the blanket covering his naked body. It was a body he became proud to have after he reached his 'growth spurt.' Puberty affected everyone in a different way. Some animals grew taller, some hairier, and others just got wider. But at first glance it looked like pubescence had missed the skunk entirely. He was no taller than he was when he first started middle school and his voice had only gotten a little deeper in the many years leading up his senior year in high school. But if you looked at Sammy for more than a second it was clear to see where all his growing went. The skunk climbed out of bed, swinging his legs over the bed's edge with a hefty grunt. Each little motion made the massive sheath between his legs jiggle, sway, and lurch.

With a yawn and stretch, Sammy stood and dared to face the day. Waking up so early had several benefits but one of skunk's favorites was the morning wood he was met with. From his heavy pouch slipped the wide tip and soft shaft that made elephants jealous and put even racehorses to shame. Sammy couldn't help but sigh and wrap his paws around the growing log. They weren't even big enough to stroke himself properly but that didn't stop the mephitid from using them to jerk the thick, greasy skin covering his cock back and forth. A deep growl of hazy pleasure rumbled from Sammy's chest as he stroked himself off. He couldn't help but watch the distant tip of his endowment be swallowed up and slip back out of his foreskin. As great as it felt, the skunk was aware that he had to get to school soon... Biting his lip, Sammy picked up his pace, pressing his paws together to squeeze his shaft as he pumped back and forth with increased vigor. Being a small guy, it often left him sweaty with his arms burning but the payoff was well worth it. Thick globs of precum dripped from his tip, hitting the floor with a heavy thump and splat.

Feeling his climax approaching, Sammy focused his gaze on his target: his messy bed and the walls surrounding. A half of the room's paintwork was altered from a clean, shiny white to a dingy, stained yellow from the countless loads that were fired on them and left to dry. It was just fine to the skunk. He saved enough money to afford a place of his own and it was his way of marking his territory. A long, deep sigh came from Sammy as his cock swelled and thumped in his paws. He could feel his shaft swelling against the gallons of spunk that traveled up towards the flexing tip. Sammy spread his legs and held his jumping length in place as the first torrent came barreling into the open air. As best as he could, the skunk aimed for the spots that started to lose their scent. The seed splashed against and coated the walls and ceiling in sticky, white fluids that dripped on the bed below, soaking the fabrics and mattress thoroughly. All that came from Sammy's mouth was a soundless breath. On Sammy's face was a look of pure pleasure as he drained his balls. His gaze raised to the ceiling and his tongue dangled from his mouth. It didn't matter how many times the skunk unloaded in a single day, his orgasms always left him reeling. His smaller body was hit with the heightened pleasure like a speeding car hit a brick wall. Through his pleasure, Sammy gave a few more strokes to his shaft, making sure to get as much out of his balls as he could. The hose down soon weakened into a garden hose-like stream. And that stream became nothing more than thick dribbles. The skunk gave a blissful sigh as his cock grew soft and slipped back into his sheath.

Now that he was awake and a fresh coating of 'paint' was reapplied to the wall as that was left to do was put on some clothes and finally leave. That problem solved itself quite easily. All Sammy had to do was look to his left. There on the wooden floor lay a red shirt and a blue pair of jeans. They had been worn for an entire month straight, soaking up his sweat and musk. The inner fabric of the jeans were even adorned with streaks of his cum. He slipped them on and figured he had everything he needed to go about his day. Before he stepped out the door Sammy buried his head in his shirt and took a deep huff.

Tuesday:

Another day at school was done and over with. Trying to make up for all the time he wasted, Sammy figured the best thing to do was ride the subway. It would take him downtown and there was always something happening there. Without a care in the world, the skunk jumped over the turnstile and continued through the dingy underground. He was right on time as the train he was looking for slid into its platform. As many animals stepped out of the cars, Sammy weaved his way in. As he did so he could hear some animals mumbling about a smell and some others sniffing at the air.

Before he arrived at the subway, Sammy spent some time watching the school's football team go about their practice. More specially, he watched the beefy boys running up and down the field. His heart raced as he watched them tackle each other. Their uniforms were stained in green and brown from the grass underneath their feet. Sammy couldn't help but think about how hot and sweaty they must all be, especially under the late-summer sun that was still hanging over them. The skunk wasn't ashamed to let his sweat soak into his shirt, making it wet and heavy. The darkened fabric clung to his pelt, spreading the moisture to his fur.

When Sammy stepped inside the car his shirt had dried but it reeked from the perspiration fused into it's lining. It didn't help that after watching the football players Sammy rubbed one out behind the bleachers. His thoughts were on the guys he just watched play their heads hearts out. It was all too vivid in his mind, the deep moans of the burly dudes. While their faces were planted on the bleachers their ass would be hiked in the air, the perfect position to fuck them deep and hard until they couldn't walk. He could always see himself jamming his dick inside of the sweaty asshole and jacking his cock with the speed of a jackhammer. And when he came another dude would plead to have their turn. Those thoughts alone were enough to bring Sammy to another climax, marking the spot as his own. He wiped his paw with the shirt, streaking a mix of sweat, fresh cum, and the musky remnants of previous loads onto the garment. The shirt was already streaked in splotches on other parts of it. Those who saw Sammy walking on the street just assumed it was some kind of 'young people' fashion statements. He used that to advantage, going to the most public of places with his markings right in front of everyone's face.

While furs were moving in and out, Sammy chose to grab one of the bars rather than a seat. A knowing smile was on his muzzle as his arms were raised high. His shirt wasn't the only thing that smelled, that rank scent came from somewhere... The furs that stepped in the metal car blinked twice and gawked at the skunk's lower half. From a distance it looked as if Sammy had just gotten away with a shoplifting spree. But upon stepping into the car a salty, fetid smell filled their noses. Some passing by the skunk gagged while others openly indulged themselves in the growing cloud of funk. As more time went on more and more people stepped into the car, all waiting for it to take off and take them to their destination. Well, that's how it started but their focus was soon on the skunk.

Their eyes were already treated to the comically enormous bulge in the skunk's stretched jeans but that wasn't even half of it. From Sammy's grody sheath spilled a stench that made those nearby dizzy and even a little sick. That smell combined with the sharp, rank aroma that wafted for his oily pits. As the car was filled, there were other animals that had the 'pleasure' of standing next to the skunk along the raised bar. They got the brunt of it, forced to endure their noses burning and their stomachs turning from each breath. But it wasn't much better for anyone else in the car. The dick and pit stink spread through the car, thriving in the closed space. It was stronger than they had ever smelled in their lives, filling even the riders in the distant corners with a smell similar to a week of pair of unwashed gym socks and the stagnant, greasy waters of a bog pit.

Naturally, they lifted their heads and took in the scent so they could comment on how unpleasant it was. Some knew exactly where it came from while others were left unaware but there was one thing that united all the passengers: they continued to huff at the fetid aroma. Despite all that gags and waves of nausea that punched them in the gut each and every one of them continued to take in the smell. And with each whiff the smell never changed but the way it was experienced was. Fermented sex juices and bodily fluids not only filled their noses but their minds as well. It made them hazy, tapping into the same part of the brain that picked up a female in heat.

Those riding in the car started to not only take in the scent out of their own will but they grew to want more of it. The biting grudge stuck in their noses, made their mouths water, and those next to Sammy were the first to start growing between their legs. Sammy smirked as the bull next to him sported a noticeable tent in his pants. The skunk was nice enough to run his finger over the bulge, making the bovine shudder and clean his teeth. A wet spot formed in the pants and spread further and further as the bulge twitched and throbbed against the fabric.

The fox on his other side had already jammed his paw deep in his shorts, whimpering to himself as he pawed in public. He stared directly at the skunk as he did so. But there was no shame to be had as he was just one of many. The skunk was nice enough to wink at the mumbling fox before he turned his attention to the rest of the car. Sammy beam with pride as his ears were filled as more and more inhabitants of the car whipped themselves out and stroked at their own lengths. Some weren't quick enough and spilled their loads into their pants and shorts. The bull caught his second wind and fished out his cock, giving the wet shaft a few tugs before he came again.

The skunk turned his attention to the fox just time to see the vulpine yelp and cream his shorts. A dark stain formed at the front and the fox looked embarrassed for a moment but another huff got him gripping himself once again. Sammy just smiled as the scents of other animals filled the air. Some were strong but they didn't come close to his own. As the train barreled through tunnel after tunnel, Sammy was treated to real show. His ears flicked against the sound of deep huffing. That huffing came from a panda that was vigorously humping at the open air. The intoxicating funk had invaded and taken control of his mind. His blue jeans were already wet and sticky with white ropes that bled through fabric. He could only clench his jaws and hold tight to the ceiling back after orgasm after orgasm racked his body.

Around the skunk were fur stroked at their cocks like it was their first time discovering porn. Wet slapping and splats of cum hitting the floor, seats, and windows was the next sound he was treated. Spunk flew from the pulsing cocks and leaked through ruined trousers, giving the car a much needed coat of paint. The skunk considered marking the place just for fun but it looked like they were doing a good enough job. As much as he wanted to join them he was saving his own fluids for something special. That didn't stop him from helping out though. He let go of the metal bar and flounced around the car, getting close to the other riders. He would walk by them extra slow, resting his hand behind his head, making sure they all got a good whiff of his dripping pits. For added measure he gave his heavy pouch a few rubs, stimulating his scent glands, filling the room with a thick, virile stench that made everyone on the car cum at once. Fluids sprayed and splashed on every surface possible. The moans, wails, and screams of the passengers rung out so loud those on the other cars could hear them...

Soon enough the train started to slow and it was clear to see through the few untouched parts of the windows that they arrived in the downtown station. The chime sounded and the car doors opened. Rather casually, Sammy stepped out onto the terminal and went about his merry way. Behind him were many fur, still trapped in the haze of the lingering stench. Some had snapped out of their trance and groaned as their pants were absolutely soaked. But others were still entranced by the smell that consumed their senses.

Wednesday:

Currently, Sammy stood in an athletics shop. It was the same shop he brought his previous jockstrap from, the same jockstrap that finally snapped after four long years of service. The skunk carried the sullied thing in his paws as he looked at the lineup they had. Even with the garment in his paw, it was hard to tell which brand was the one it belonged to. The jockstrap now looked nothing like it did when first bought. The once clean, white fabric had become a deep yellow, splotched with amber. Contrasting were mismatched streaks that had permanently bonded to the fabric, becoming hard and rock and coming off in flakes when touched. The cup was still damp from the last few day's worth of sweat. Ribbons of sticky cum held the paw to the fabric like a glue, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. To the skunk's dismay the brand he was looking for was out of stock...

With a frustrated huff, Sammy grabbed the largest sizes of the other brands and carried them all off to the changing room. None of them were nearly big enough, snapping as soon as they reached his balls. The final one nearly made the cut but gave out as he pulled the back end up, ripping with a loud tear in the front.

While the skunk was busying himself with finding a new partner in crime there were others that were still shopping and going about their day. One of these animals was a burly grizzly bear wearing a stretched out wife beater and a pair of blue shorts. The large predator stumbled a little too close to the changing room. His head went light and the next thing the bear knew his shorts were wet, sticky, and warm. He still didn't know what exactly happened to him but all the grizzly knew was that he needed to clean himself up.

Sammy gave an angry grunt as the last jockstrap had failed him, just like all the others. All the snapped garments lied on the floor, making him all the more pissed off as he looked at them. How hard was it to just find a jockstrap made for the larger guys? His irritation was interrupted by a knock at the changing room door. "Excuse me, sir? Do you need some assistance."

The door flew open, nearly hitting the tiger in the face. "You bet your ass I do. Get me the largest jockstrap you have," Sammy demanded, keeping his back turned to the tiger as he grabbed his pants.

The tiger looked the skunk up and down and chuckled. "Are you sure you aren't looking for something in a medium? Or a small, maybe?"

The skunk turned around and lunged at the predator, snatching him by collar and pulling him down to his level. "Listen here, bitch. Either you get go in the back and get me the largest size you have or I will spray you hard enough to turn your nose inside out!" He let go of the wide eyed feline and shoved him back. The tiger was about to say something but his eyes drifted downwards and he understood at once. He took a cautious step back before rushing off to the back like he was ordered to do. Sammy waited a little while, fiddling his old jock, letting the cum and oily fluids cling to his fingers.

The tiger soon returned with another jock. It was bundled up in clear wrapping with an image of an elephant posing on the front with the jockstrap stretching over his beach ball sized bulge. With a shrug the skunk snatched the package and tore it open with his claws. The tiger standing in the open doorway about to say something again but those words were quickly forgotten. The feline's eyes became glued to the heavy, gargantuan pouch. Eyeing the fresh, clean jock, Sammy lowered the jock, stepping into the jock, one foot a time. Upon reaching his balls everything was still intact. The skunk closed his eyes and slowly pulled the cup over his actual sheath. Sure enough the jock held firm. Sammy opened his eyes and looked down to see his bits successfully covered, more or less, by the brand new jock.

"It fits but something doesn't feel right..." Sammy muttered to himself... He thought for a moment before an idea came to him. The skunk reached into the jockstrap and dug two fingers into this fat sheath. He swirled them around, coating the digits in a thick, slimy coating. Slipping his slathered fingers from the now swelling pouch, Sammy rubbed the putrid substance against the jock's front. The bitter, greasy odor quickly filled the stuffy changing room. The skunk proudly huffed in his own musk, growing excited at the prospect of ruining this brand new jock.

His ears flicked as he heard a grunt and moan next to him. The sounds came from the assisting tiger. He was clenching his fists and jaws as he came ropes against his underwear. The white fluid bled through the fabric, forming a wet spot in his gray pants.

"Yeah, I think this'll work," Sammy smirked. "But I might need to test it out, just to be sure. You mind helping out?" The skunk stepped closer to the tiger, pinning him to the changing room wall with his growing cock. He reached for the door and closed it, ensuring that it was just the two of them for the moment. The hardening pillar pressed against his muzzle made the tiger's eyes roll and glaze over. Before even realizing what he was doing, the predator was already running his paws over the wax-like coated cock. His paws quickly became wet and buttery from the pure sweat and expired cum that clung to his fur. Slight squelches were heard as the thick cockhead was engulfed in the shifty, wrinkled foreskin only to make an appearance once again. The monstrous cock towered over his head and all but hugged the shaft, working it best he could. He was rewarded with globs of pre that fell from the flexing tip and fell on his head like a water balloon. His nose was scorched by the undiluted stench of fresh skunk spunk. The fluids clung to his orange fur, making it heavy and syrupy...

Sammy sat back, watching the tiger worship him to the best of their ability. He was glad that the predator had come to his senses and rather than talking back he finally learned his place. Tingles rather down his spine and back up his cock, milking more viscous precum out of him. He could feel the tiger's rough tongue lapping against his underside, bringing more shudders out of him... Biting his lip and closing his eyes, Sammy worked the other half his length, slinking his skin back and forth.

"Yup, I think I found exactly what I was looking for," Sammy grunted, bucking his hips. The greasy log slid against the tiger's muzzle, smearing a thick, yellow film of mixed juices against it. The predator's eyes watered and his stomach nearly did a flip but drool seeped from his muzzle. He licked even harder, swinging his head back and forth. That was enough to get the skunk groaning. The extreme girth pulsed and expanded. From the convulsing piss slit spilled a cascade of slimy, virile spunk. It dumped on the tiger, soaking into his shirt and pants, rendering them nothing more than glorified cumrags. The tighter continued to grip and pump at his spilling cock, working to milk as much from the flesh pump as possible. Sammy had to work to keep himself upright against his orgasm. The foreign paws weren't letting up, sending endless cracks of lightning down his cock and up his spine. The wall of the changing room went from a mahogany brown to the same color and consistency as an aged cheese. Sammy's orgasm faded out but the fluids that came from it weren't going anywhere. And neither was the tiger. He lied there panting, not even bothering to move out of the wall of slime.

Sammy didn't really care either way. He got what he came for and little more... He watched his cock shrink back into his sheath that was joined with his now soaked jock. A strong stench wafted into the skunk's nose, making his tail twitch in sensory pleasure. It was a good start but a far cry from what it would be in just the next few days. The skunk slipped his pants on and strolled out of the shop just like he did before. In his hand was his old jock, something too precious to be just tossed away because the bands snapped. He got the brilliant idea to slip it between his sheath and his new jock. After a day of walking the oils and scents would certainly rub off onto the new one....

Thursday:

A wide smile was on Sammy's face while he stepped into the locker room. He wanted to pay his favorite boys a little visit. He was there watching just an hour earlier, his eyes darting to each side of the field. There were only a few things Sammy loved more than watching them act like total brutes, crashing into one another, risking it all for something as simple as a ball. It was something primal that spoke to him. Every time a player was tackled and pinned underneath another, a thrill ran through the skunk... It was the day before their away game and Sammy wanted to act as a cheerleader of sorts, just something to remind them what they were fighting for...

The proud skunk's steps were confident and proud. There was no shame on the short mammal's face as he strode through the poorly ventilated, humid space. Obviously, it was one of Sammy's favorite places. He loved his own scent the most but it was always nice to take in someone else's stink, especially the fresh stink of burly players giving everything they had. Due to his size, Sammy's presence wasn't noticed at first.

Ahead of him was a group of four. A bull, tiger, polar bear, and a German Shepard. They were all laughing and talking to one another, punching each other in the shoulder and giving a friendly shove. They were all tall and bulky, the pinnacle of high school fitness. Sammy recognized each of them, going out of his way to make sure they knew him. The bull was Chuck, the tiger's name was Clay, the polar bear's name was Dirk, and the canine liked to be called T-Bone, opposed to his true name. Sammy cleared his throat and stomped his foot to the smooth, slightly damp tile. The four male's laughing and slight roughhousing came to a quick stop. They all knew Sammy was there, but it wasn't because of his stomp. The skunks rank odor alerted him of his presence before they looked down and actually saw him.

"H-hey, Sam... We didn't notice you there!" T-Bone greeted. There was an apologetic tone in the dog's voice, like he didn't want to offend the smaller mammal.

"Did you see me out there? Chuck didn't know what hit him," Clay bragged, flexing his thick arms. Rather than kissing up to the skunk, the tiger thought it would be better to impress him.

Next to him, Chuck cleared his throat, "I was focused on trying to get to the endzone." There was a slight blush on the bull's face. He should have known that Clay would try to put someone down to make himself look better.

"We're all ready to win tomorrow. You're gonna be there, right?" Dirk asked, looking the skunk in the eyes. He was the most leveled of the four large mammals. He didn't see the need to act foolish to get a chance with Sammy. Either it was going to happen or it wasn't...

"Yeah, I'm gonna be there. That's why I'm here, dummies. I'm just here to make sure you know why you have to win," Sammy smirked, prodding his heavy pouch with his paw. Doing so made his tip tingle and slip from his sheath, bringing it's heady, rank smell with it. The skunk's filthy aura thrived in the humid space. The other males all flared their nostrils, trying hard to keep themselves together against the pungent mix that burned into their noses.

"I'll be your cheerleader but you're all gonna be cheering my name!" Sammy encouraged. "You guys better not lose and make us look like a bunch of bitches!"

"We won't!" T-Bone said, his voice was pitched and he raised his paws as if he was caught doing something wrong.

"We won't let you down..." Dirk added.

"Good. Now, I didn't leave my clothes outside for no reason... I might as well have some fun while I'm here. So, hurry up and get to it. All four of you! Get to it, sluts. Come on!" Sammy ordered as he grew to full mast. The hulking guys did as they were told. They broke off, two on each side of the musky pole.

T-Bone was the first to go in, rubbing muzzle against the slimy shaft, smearing the substance of old fluids against his nose and lips. The smell curled his nose, making him feel like he had to sneeze. But his mouth was watering and his tongue slipped from his muzzle, dragging against the bitter slime coating the shaft. The other males tried their best to keep up and not be left behind. Right beside the german shepherd was Chuck. Deep, heavy grunts came from the bull as his nostrils flared. He wrapped his lips and lapped his tongue against the hot, sweaty nuts. Each swipe his tongue made it filthy, picking up the skunk's grime and replacing it with his spit. The flavor burned his tongue, but the bovine was too entranced by the orbs that were as big as his head.

On the very end, Clay and Dirk took on the wide head. More specifically, they were fighting over it. Pushing and shoving, the tiger and polar bear licked and kissed against the already dripping tip. They both wanted to be the one to bathe in the skunk's seed. Clay wanted to reek of the small mammal, carry that scent with him when he played tomorrow. Dirk was just entranced by what he saw. Ever since he met the skunk and first witnessed what he was packing, the polar bear just wanted to please him.

Sammy purred as he felt hot, slick tongue licking and lapping all over his groin. He raised his arms and treated himself to the acrid, bitter smell that wafted from the thick, coarse hair. His ears flicked against not only the four males servicing but also the other guys gathering around to watch the show. Around them they threw their towels off and played with their own cocks. The heady, rank smell in the air made some of them cum instantly and each new breath only made more seed spill from their tips. Those who had more control themselves had to fight hard to not blow their loads just from a few whiffs.

T-Bone rocked himself side to side, dragging his muzzle up and down the oily shaft. Moans of pleasure were heard as his muzzle was slathered in all kinds of disgusting fluids. Anyone else would have been gagging and attempting to get the filth off of them. But the canine welcomed it. He loved the biting, sour scent and thick goo that collected and clung to his muzzle. The scents and taste only made him want more and more. Chuck on the other hand had his mouth and hands full. He moved on from just licking. He extended his hands and rubbed the fat orbs in wide, circular motion. It didn't take much for his hands to become sticky. The substance coating his fingers was thick and heavy, much more than simple sweat... His nose was pinned between the thick cock and the wrinkled sack. It was hot, sweaty, and the scent made his stomach do a flip. Like a mix of fermented, sour fruit and pure vinegar. The taste was no better but the bull continued to scrape his tongue against the loose skin.

Dirk and Chuck's faces were pressed closer together as they fought to drag their tongues against the glistening, pink knob. Thick, yellow precum squirt against the fur of their chest and stomachs. With it came a fresh scent that smelled a lot like fresh soil. But they knew that in time that scent would morph into something putrid if it was allowed to ferment. Despite knowing that, the bear and tiger stretched their tongues from their muzzles licking anywhere and any way they could. One tongue was broad and smooth while the other was flat and rough, sending two different sensation's down Sammy's cock. A pleasured sigh came from him, as he looked around him. All eyes were drawn to him, gazing at his cock and balls being serviced in broad daylight. There were no objections to his presence or his scent. In fact, more and more strings of seed painted the shiny tile floors. Some guys had given up all the cum they had in their balls but they still continued to cum. Their cocks bobbed in the air and their balls drew close to their body with nothing coming forth besides their moans.

The rough licking against his balls made shudders run up his spine. It had been a while since they've been played with. "Fuck, yeah! That's what I'm talking about. Look at you guys, acting like a bunch of bitches in heat. You all like my nasty fucking dick, don't you?" In response he was treated to more moans and licks against his groin. The one putting in the most work was clearly T-Bone. The licking and dragging of his tongue against the wide, thick shaft was relentless. Even though his tongue was slathered in thick, heavy slime the canine still lathered the flesh pillar with spit and soft licks.

The effort that T-Bone put in really got Sammy going. His tip spit more and more goopey strings of seed and his balls started to throb and churn, preparing to unleash what it had been building up. Sammy said nothing more, wanting his climax to be a surprise. He just stood tall, letting his scent and the guys worshipping him do all the work. Out of all the guys, the skunk focused on T-Bone the most. His pants turned to growls, growing gradually deeper and deeper. Taking heavy breaths and baring his pointed teeth, Sammy forced himself to hold back and moan. Rather he focused on Dirk and Clay, still fighting at the end of his cock. A devilish grin spread on his face as his cock throbbed and his balls seized against his body.

The tiger and polar bear were still fighting for who got to wrap their muzzle around the wide head. But from the cock they were shoving each for came a series of thumps. The wide piss slit flexed before them. Before they could properly prepare a thick, sticky spray of cum splashed against their heads, dripped down their chests and soaked into the pelts. The males quickly collected themselves and were once against fighting why they were coated in seed. This time they were shoving each other, trying to get the more of the bitter, salty substance into the muzzle and down their throats. But there was too much seed for the both of them... From the flexing it came rivets of yellow slime that oozed lazily from the tip, rather than spraying violently. Either way, Sammy allowed himself to finally moan against his seventh orgasm that day. His thick, virile seed sprayed out with tremendous force, slathering the awaiting boys in his stink. Quite a few onlookers were treated to grungy seed splattering on their naked bodies. It worked quickly to cling to their fur, ensuring they would have to take another shower or else the rank smell would cling to them for a week. But why would they want to wash it off? They all wanted to be marked by the skunk, to parade around the school and even their own homes, basking in the skunks pungent, foul odor. Even the complaints of their own parents were powerless against Sammy's influence. Through his bliss, he watched T-Bone, still working shaft. He and Chuck were the real ones that worked a climax out of him while Dirk and Clay were concerned about one-upping each other rather than servicing him properly. But Sammy was willing to forgive, taking note that they were fighting over him and drinking down as much of his cum as they could.

Sammy's balls finally eased from his taint and the slow oozing from his cock ceased as well. Dirk and Clay were left there, panting and covered in hot, stinking seed that they both wore with pride. But Sammy hardly paid them any mind. His focus was on Chuck and T-Bone. As Sammy's immense length softened and slipped back into his sheath he looked over at the rising males. Their muzzles were slathered in respective oily coatings that streaks the fur of their mouths and grimy, piss colored yellow. The canine and bovine seemed more than happy with what they already had.

"There," Sammy huffed, still trying to catch his breath. "N-now, remember what I said. If we lose I swear..."

"We won't!" all the males spoke, even the ones who were just watching.

Sammy huffed and nodded before turning tail and leaving the locker room with his smell and his cum, both working to keep him on the player's minds.

Friday:

Deep grunts and groans were heard from the badger that was being pounded into by Sammy. It was none other than his math teacher that was receiving a good and deep fucking. There was a math test coming up and while the skunk was no good at math, there was something he was good at...

"I think this should be more than enough 'extra credit,' huh?" Sammy chuckled as he shoved himself good and deep into the older man's ass. Each slight motion got the badger yelling at the top of his lungs. It was lucky that the Teacher's Lounge was fairly soundproof. The badger couldn't answer the question, his body was consumed and overtaken by the pleasure. The thick, monstrous shaft stretched his anus farther than what should have been possible. And to make matters all the more straining, the skunk's pelvis was moving hard and fast, giving no care to the risk of splitting the teacher in half.

The room was locked from the inside, ensuring that no one else could barge in and interrupt their fun. He had just enough cum left for the badger. Around them lied the tired, filled bodies of the other teachers he had. Every Friday the skunk strolled into the Teacher's Lounge, helped himself to the snacks, coffee, and the asses of the other males, ensuring that his transcripts would have all perfect credentials.

They were leaning against the other couch. The badger dug his claws into the old leather. His body was rocked and lifted by the thick, wide shaft pressing deep inside of him over and over. Sammy wasn't letting up, enjoying the soft, hot walls and nearly crushed his cock. It got the both of them worked up in different ways. For Sammy, it was hard to actually find someone to penetrate with his massive cock. He was lucky that his teachers just so happened to be so stretchy inside. For the badger, each thrust of the flesh spire deep inside of him threatened to make him cum in one motion. His prostate was all but crushed against the insane stretching. All the badger could do was take heavy huffs and cling to the side of the couch. Thick spurts of precum shot right against his guts, making his stomach swell.

"Fuck! Why is everybody around here so tight? Shit!" Sammy grunted, unable to press himself deeper. The badger under him drew a shaky breath and trembled against the third orgasm that racked his body. His cock had long since spilled all the seed it had, now it just bobbed and trembled. Feeling rather frustrated, Sammy pulled his cock out of the gaping tunnel. With a heavy huff he gripped his cock as best he could, stroking the shaft back and forth until he was able to cum. A deep purr rumbled from his chest, cumming always made him feel better. Just as much as he enjoyed his cum splattering against furniture, and marking the fur of others.

"Humpph... I guess that should cover the test, huh?"

All the skunk got in response was a shaky thumbs up. With a smile of his own, the skunk stood tall and left the lounge, wondering if there was something out there he could sink his cock into properly. In his wake he not only left the badger but a number of other teachers that required some 'tutoring' from him. They all lied on the opposite couch in a 'pile' of sorts. Some of them were taking heavy breaths to steady themselves against the mixed pain and pleasure of having their guts rearranged by the tower of a dick. Others were in a deep sleep, the same kind of sleep one would take a few a long exercise regimen. All the pounding and stretching only worked to renew the odor that had soaked into the room. Whether or not the skunk was there was irrelevant. The scent was there and unmistakable, a permanent part of the room. Reeking, sourness had blended with the fabric of the couches and carpet. Even the previously white walls started to turn a dingy yellow from how many times the skunk's sweat particles evaporated and just clung to the wallpaper and ceiling. All the teachers could do was lay there and look forward to their next session, the only relief they were given was the fact that it was after school hours on a Friday, meaning there was no one to walk in on them...

Saturday:

Sammy hummed a little tune to himself as he walked up the concrete steps and out of the subway. It was finally the weekend, and it was after dark to make things even more exciting. Walking on the sidewalk of the downtown area, Sammy looked around all the buildings that were alight. Bright colorful lights and blinking patterns were always so alluring against the nearly pitch black night sky. But the skunk wasn't there to enjoy the time of day, he had something in mind that he wanted to do. It was what he always did when he was bored on a Saturday night. And it only took a quick jaywalk across a busy lane to get him there.

The only gay club in the entire city was before him. As it was the only place where gay and bi guys could get some drinks and meet up with each other the club, called 'The Innuendo', always formed a line on Saturday nights. It wasn't a cheap place, either. The drinks and music was good and despite the frequent hookups that happened inside and around the building, the club had an air of unspoken class to it. It was the place you walked inside of acting proper and when you were behind closed doors you could really go crazy and show your wild side. But for Sammy it was just another place to get his dick touched by someone that wasn't him. He had no problem scoring with other guys so The Innuendo offered him very little. But there was something in there he was sure he could use.

He made a show of himself walking right past the sizable line of other animals waiting their turn to get inside. As he did so, the skunk ignored the angry grunts and shouts of those he breezed past, a smug grin on his face. Some who opened their mouth to complain or yell at the skunk inhaled his odor and were left gagging and nearly choking from the pungent scent burning their tongue and throats.Those were the lucky ones. Some unlucky furs who weren't strong enough to withstand the smell fainted right where they stood. Some took one whiff of the skunk's odor and that was all it took for a mixed look of confusion and pleasure to form on their faces. After cumming and soaking their pants in their own seed, they were left to stand there in embarrassment.

"Sir. You can't just cut. You'll have to-"

"Ahem...." Sammy grunted, making his presence known to the bouncer.

Louie, a tall, burly wolf was the bouncer in questions. He heard the complaints and figured out what was happening. The only issue was that the wolf started speaking before he actually saw who was doing the cutting. But the familiar scent hit his nose and the voice registered his ears, Louie instantly deflated and cleared his throat. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and stepped to the side.

"Uh, sorry, Sam. I didn't know it was you..." Louie apologized.

"It's alright. But next time pay attention before you open your mouth," Sammy said, giving the lupine a sharp look. Louie recoiled, being reminded of his first day on the job at the club. It was a day he couldn't forget. It was the day he first caught sight and smell of the smaller mammal. Naturally, Louie did his job of barring the underage skunk from entering the 21+ building. The next thing the wolf knew, he was against the wall, crying out in mixed pain and pleasure as the thick cock was repeatedly jammed against him, soaking in a disgusting fluid that was forever burning into his nostrils. Just thinking about it made him shudder. It also made him feel strangely aroused. He said nothing and ignored the jeers and complaints of those who were waiting in line as Sammy casual strolled in.

The first thing the skunk did was make a beeline for the restroom, sure they would have what he was looking for. It was the only gay club in the city, they had to have one. Picking up where he left off with the tune he was humming, Sammy stepped into the restroom and walked to the end. From there he chose the third stall, the second closest to the wall. Sure enough, there was a glory carved in the rather cheap looking wooden stall door. And not too much later did the young male here the sound of the restroom's door opening and closing, followed by steady footsteps that seemed to march towards him deliberately. The next thing that came was the sound of the fourth stall's door opening and closing. But what followed was the sound of deep huffing. That wasn't out of the usual to the skunk, what did catch him off guard was the lack of coughing or gagging. Whenever he was within sniffing distance of him they always made a big show about his smell, like they never experienced stink before. As much as enjoyed making others powerless under his own stink it could get annoying having to go through all the dramatics first.

A grunt was heard and Sammy's eyes went wide as the male on the other side made himself known. The male on the other side was a skunk, just like him. His fur was a dark gray and black. He looked to have a bit of muscle on him, judging by the slight thickness in his arms.

"Hehe, the name's Duke," said the other skunk. His voice was smooth and wet, the voice often attributed to the dream boat in a romance movie. Duke looked Sammy up and down, making a small hum of approval. A toothy smirk spread on his muzzle upon seeing the large bump in the short skunk's pants. Sammy himself was about to say something but his nose twitched as it picked up something. He couldn't help but give a small, pleasant sound as he picked up a spicy, acrid scent that was similar to his own. There was a distinct difference that he couldn't quite place that separated his musk from Duke's but that didn't stop Sammy from taking it in like he would his own.

The older skunk hopped back down and lowered himself so he could speak through the crudely carved hole. "I heard about you. Sammy, right? Guess I'm pretty lucky I came here. You're everything they said you would be. You came here for something right? I heard that you're packing something crazy down there. Hehe, whip it out. I think I can handle it."

"I don't know if you fully understand what you're asking for," Sammy taunted. Despite his challenging tone, he was working quickly to undo the button and pull down the zipper on his pants. While he pulled down his jeans Duke chuckled again.

"Trust me, Sammy. I may not be as big as you down there but we're in the same boat. Besides, it takes a skunk to know what a skunk likes," Duke purred, taking off his own clothes. He started with his light green, cum-streaked shirt, his dark blue jeans that were permanently stained on the inside, and his originally gray jockstrap. Now it was dark yellow from literal years of cum, piss, sweat, and other fluids. The stink that wafted from it made Duke purr in delight. It reached Sammy and for the first time, he was the one reeling from someone's stink. The delightfully pungent odor of fermented piss and cum made his nose sting but it also made mouth water. The thought of running his tongue against it or even biting down on it disgusted him and worked to get his cock growing out of his fat, heavy sheath. He didn't need to touch himself, the biting smell and the thought of the fouler-than-foul garment was doing more than enough to get him hard.

On his side, Sammy's cock grew from its sheath and in turn it started to spread its own scent around the bathroom. It didn't take long for it to reach Duke. Casually, the older skunk took a deep whiff of Sammy's stench. Doing so made Duke's eyes widen and his heart skipped a beat. He could see dots and for a moment his legs went weak. Taking more, deep heavy breath still filled the older skunk's lungs with stink but it also worked to help him get a hold of himself. He had been building up his own brand of retched funk for years but Sammy's scent easily beat him at his own game.

At only half mast, the eager skunk attempted to slide his cock through the gloryhole but it was much too big to fit. But Sammy wasn't about to let something like this get away from him. With a loud grunt and powerful shove, Sammy forced the weak wood to give way. A much, much larger hole was formed in an instant. Enough room for his cock and more was made into the wall, much to Sammy's delight and Duke's astonishment. At this point the younger skunk was fully hard and proudly displaying his malodorous cock. But Duke wasn't disgusted by what he saw, neither did he just gawk at it.

"You're doing us skunks proud, Sammy," Duke looked as if he had discovered a sack of money just waiting for him to reach out and grab. And that's exactly what the older male did. With both his hands, Duke practically hugged the shaft and aimed the wide tip at his own face.

His nostrils flared as he took more of the scent that made his stomach churn. Shuddering, Duke went in on the younger skunk. He gave the fat tip hard, rough licks. He drew his tongue against the smooth knob, pressing it down as hard as he could. While his tongue worked, Duke made loud snorting sounds while he drank in the horrid smells wafted from the titan of a cock. And for his final opening act, the older skunk rubbed his face against the sensitive head. The coarse hairs of his pelt scratched his tip, Duke eagerly collected the other male's scent on his face, purring in pleasure as he did so.

On the other side, Sammy was at a loss for words for once. The had only just started and he was already being licked fiercely and the fur that brushed against his tip sent unrelenting shivers down his shaft. Usually, guys that worshipped him would still hold back to some degree. No matter how much they licked and sucked at him, there was a part of them that hadn't fully succumbed to his smell and Sammy could always tell in a strange way. It was why he was always chasing the next orgasm. But Duke was going in on him with nothing held back. Of his own desires and free will, the gray and black skunk was doing everything he could. One moment he was giving his tip hard licks. The next he was rubbing his greasy fur against it. And then he did things like give soft nibbles to his head, sending a sensation through the skunk he never felt before.

"You like that, big guy?" Duke chuckled and rubbed both his thumbs against the wet, pink surface, still teasing the other male even when his mouth wasn't in use.

"Fuck yeah I do... Shit... Finally someone who knows what they're doing..." Sammy didn't even realize he was panting or that his legs were already trembling. He was so used to taking the lead during all his sexual encounters. Now here another skunk was, throwing himself all over his cock. "Lick it, jerk it, spit on it... I don't give a shit. Just make it feel good!"

"Don't worry. Duke's here to take care of you," the other skunk grinned.

He stopped teasing the head but instead, Duke took hold of the thick, shifty foreskin. He could hear another light moan come from Sammy, making his grin wider. Using both hands, the older skunk gave a small grunt of his own as he worked to push the greasy, shifty skin downwards. Another grunt came as he lifted the skin back up and over the head. After getting a good feel for how to push and pull, along with how much force he would have to use, Duke worked to jack the flesh pillar's foreskin up and down in a steady motion. Sammy's slight moan became much louder. He never felt something like this before. So many times he had done something similar but it was never quite right. He was unable to get a proper hold on his own cock but here Duke was, pumping his shaft up and down so well that it coaxed a thick bead of yellow, heady precum from his tip.

But surprisingly, Duke ignored the dollop of pre, rather he focused his attention on another substance entirely. He peeled back the greasy skin and held it there. His gaze was focused on the thick, damp layer of yellowish-white, cheesy smegma. Just when Sammy thought it could get any better his breath caught in his throat upon feeling that rough tongue dragging against the nerve-laden skin underneath that was usually covered. Duke moaned in pleasure as he scooped up fermented, curdled cum. He let it sit on his tongue before he swallowed it down with no grimaces or gags. And he went back for more, lapping his tongue against the vile, cheesy substance. While the other skunk helped himself, Sammy was left to squirm and hiss against each drag of the wet, pink muscle. Duke took it like a champ, he continued to lick up more of the putrid concoction and after each swallow he went back for more. He relished the sour, biting taste that nearly burned going down. And each time he did so, Sammy was left nearly seeing stars. The tongue scraping against the sensitive skin was nearly too much for him to take. From his tip came spurts of precum that fired in strong but thin ropes that hit the wall with loud splats. But Duke kept his focus on the smegma, having nearly cleaned it all up. It weighed down his stomach and made it bubble but it was too good for him to stop. He acted as if the bitter, acrid taste was something pleasant. And with a final gulp it was all gone. But Duke was just getting started. He wanted to rock the younger skunk's world, and so far he was succeeding.

The next item of his attention was the now leaking tip of Sammy's cock. Licking the last bits of curdled cum from his lips, Duke leaned forward and pressed his muzzle against the oozing piss slit. Murring in pleasure, the older skunk guzzled down the slow, thick drip of hot, tart precum. Against the slow drip, Duke slipped his tongue inside of the oozing orifice. Within Sammy's urethra, Duke wasted no time flicking his tongue in quick, rapid motions. This made Sammy bite his lip and strain against the pleasure scorching through his body. But Duke continued to lick within the cock, slurping up thick globs of pre and swallowing it down as soon as it came. A cycle was soon formed: Duke's tongue worked to catch the incoming precum and the pleasure Sammy experienced from it coaxed more pre to his tip.

Soon, Duke wanted even more and he knew that if wanted that he would have to go to the source. Slipping his tongue from Sammy's tip, the other skunk lowered himself, sliding his body against the greasy rod. Once he got low enough, Duke casually reached through the hole, pulling the other skunk's balls towards him. Once they were close enough Duke revelled in them. He licked them, kissed them, and rubbed his face against the musky orbs. He collected the thick stink on his own face, purring in delight as his nostrils flared. With his paws, he played with the furry orbs. He kneaded and tugged at the stretchy, greasy skin. His palm and fingers soon became coated in thick slime but the other skunk continued licking, kissing, and tugging. All Sammy could do was press himself to the punctured wall. An actual drawn out moan came from him as Duke gave an extra rough tug to his sack. That got his balls churning and from his flexing tip came a steady pour of thick pre-ejaculate. Sammy's cock rested on Duke's shoulder, meaning the pre cascaded down his back in a smelly waterfall. Duke only purred against the comfortable warmth spreading throughout his back. As best as he could, Duke stuffed one of the oily nuts in his maw. He gave rough licks against the smelly, slimy fur covering the orb. After making it properly wet with his spit; he soon moved to the other nut. This one he treated a bit differently. With his teeth he nibbled with just a bit of force. After a bit of light biting he held the orb in his teeth and gave a slight tug. Doing all of this worked to make Sammy grip the wall harder and it definitely worked to produce more precum that now freely gushed, painting the older skunk's back.

Rather satisfied with his work and desiring him pleasure of his own, Duke first enjoyed the feeling of hot fluids coating his back. He couldn't wait for it to dry and flake his fur. For now he settled with taking heavy breaths. The fresh, sour smell only made him all the more riled up. He pressed his own body against the leaking giant. Without a moment to spare, Duke rocked his hips, grinding his much smaller dick against the other male's much, much larger one. Sammy was now panting heavily from all the pleasure that washed over his body in rapid waves. It seemed that Duke truly did know what he wanted. His entire body tingled and he couldn't even feel his legs. But all that concerned the young skunk was finally cumming. He somehow felt so close yet so far from his climax at the same time.

All the grinding he was doing quickly turned Duke's chest and stomach fur from a dingy gray to a greasy, dark yellow. The acrid scent came with it, soaking into the other skunk's chest and stomach. He loved every bit of it: the warmth that spread to his front, the precum that oozed on his chest, and the mixing of their smells that started to permeate and infuse with the walls and ceiling. But there was no time for sniffing, instead Duke gripped the shaft's thick skin and pumped it in time with his humping. Though he didn't know it, Duke's scent was slowly but surely being fazed out in favor of Sammy's overpowering stench. With each grind and drag of his fur the older males scent didn't mix with his younger counterpart, rather Duke's scent became replaced entirely with Sammy's.

"You having fun?" Duke grunted the words out, his whole body moving from his efforts.

"This... This is the best sex I've ever had!" the words came out pitched and breathy. It surprised even himself to hear his own light moans and whimpers but there was hardly time to dwell on it. Duke worked his body hard, pumping his pelvis up and down. He was aided by Sammy's slippery pre. It worked as a lube between their different sized cocks. Maybe it was the pleasure of the reek that wafted to his nose and made him lightheaded... Maybe it was a combination of both... All Duke knew was that he was cumming. He made a loud growl and closed his eyes tight against his orgasm. His hips bucked wildly, riding out the bolts of electricity that shot through his body. Heavy pants left his muzzle and strings of his own stinking, pungent seed painted the underside of Sammy's cock.

Despite the orgasm overtaking his being, Duke powered through it and jacked the cock, taking up both hands as hard and as fast as he could. Sammy's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He took deep heavy breaths but they did nothing to aid him. He gripped the wood so tight his claws pierced through. His climax and for a moment, the skunk began to panic. It was much larger than any he ever felt before and for a moment in time, Sammy was sure that his cock would simply explode from the sheer volume of cum he could feel surging to his tip. What came first was a wail that echoed off the brick walls. The next that came was were the shallow breaths that Sammy took in order to keep control against the overwhelming bliss. And finally, came the torrent of cum that shot from his stretched, flexing tip. Like a broken dam, the seed blasted from the slit and splattered against the wall. Droplets of ripe, thick cum flew everywhere. The cock pulsed and made a meaty throb as another immense gush of seed left off where the previous started. All the while Sammy raised his head to the ceiling. He was just short of screaming bloody murder. His entire body felt alight and weightless. He wasn't even fully aware that he was indeed cumming. As far as the young skunk was concerned, it felt like his entire body had achieved a climax. Heavy pulses, sharp tingles, and linger bliss...

While Sammy was getting lost Duke took told of the shooting cock and aimed the flexing head at himself. He braced himself as another pulse came and his body was soaked in hot cum in an instant. From head to toe, Duke was slathered in salty, oily cum. A puddle-if it could be called that-formed beneath them. The little drain that was installed in the floor was powerless against Sammy's thick spunk. As more came the puddle only spread further and further, spreading it's disgusting yet intoxicating aroma to even further reaches of the restroom.

Sammy sighed long as deep as his loins ceased their churning and pulsing. All that came from his tip were a few, steady drips. The bliss of his orgasm still lingered, leaving him feeling relaxed and even weightless. As his cock softened he purred to himself and revelled in the filth all around him. Once he was fully soft and his cock slipped back in his sheath he pulled up his jockstrap and his pants.

"Good to know there's someone out there that knows how to handle a dick like mine. Hey, you're not fucking dead over there, are you?" Sammy snickered, taking a peak at the soaked skunk on the other side.

"Hehe... Don't worry about me," Duke chuckled as he wiped the thick spunk that covered his eyes. He was coated all over in thick, yellow splooge. In his face was a wide smile. "I think I'm gonna stick around and 'clean up.' I'll see you around, mate."

Sammy nodded and with a smile of satisfaction, the skunk stepped out of the stall and casually strolled through his own cum. All he wanted to do now was return home and sleep after an orgasm like that... But as he walked out of the club and across the street he couldn't but wonder where Duke learned all that stuff and would he ever see the guy again? He sure hoped so...

Sunday:

Sammy sat on the couch of his friend's house. The friend in question was named Brady. He was a small, brown goat. He was soft spoken and kind, the complete opposite of Sammy. But there was something special about the goat: Brady lacked a sense of smell. When they met in middle school, the goat wasn't deterred by the nasty scent the skunk brought with him. They were soon fast friends that remained firm until this very day. Currently the pair of friends watched a show on TV. Rather, Brady watched the show while Sammy's mind wandered. He wasn't really interested in watching TV, he had only been in the goat's house for about 45 minutes and his mind was already wandering to dirty places.

But those thoughts were interrupted by a loud, pounding knock at the door. Brady got up from the couch and opened the door.

"Oh, hey. Come on! Sammy's here, too!"

Sammy already knew who it was based on his friend's tone. It had to be Tusk. And sure enough the burly, tall rhino stepped foot inside the living room. He wore camo shorts, brown boots, and a black tank top. The gray mammal was so tall that his horn just barely avoided scraping against the ceiling. Tusk smiled at his boyfriend and neared the couch. He sat down on it with a thump and creak. The rhino was a nice guy, just like Brady, he was mostly quiet. Despite his immense size, the rhino was the 'gentle giant' type. He took up most of the space on the couch, allowing Sammy just enough room to move his arms around. Not having any room for himself, Brady left the living room to get a chair for himself, leaving Sammy and Tusk alone with each other.

Even though they had met each other, Tusk and Sammy never actually spent any meaningful time together. So without Brady, the two mammals sat on the couch rather awkwardly. Tusk was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat.

"So, uh... What are you guys watching?" Tusk asked, motioning towards the TV screen.

"Eh, I wasn't paying attention," Sammy admitted. Out of boredom, the skunk gave a yawn and stretch. Naturally, the raising of his arms allowed the grungy odor of his pits to waft towards the rhino. The smell curled in the rhino's nose, making him give an awkward cough. At first Tusk thought his mind was playing some kind of trick on him. But the nasty smell lingered in the air and after a few more whiffs, Tusk surmised that the odor was coming from Sammy. But the rhino had no idea what to do with the discovery, so all he did was just sit there, acting as if there was nothing wrong.

Brady returned from the other room, bringing a folding chair with him. With a small grunt he opened the chair and sat on it, choosing to sit on the end that Tusk was one. A small smile was on his face as he returned his attention to the show on TV. Tusk tried to do the same but his attention didn't stay on the show for long. He snuck repeated glances at the skunk sitting next to him. More of the rank, sulfur-like odor filled his nose. Rather than making him disgusted, it reminded the rhino much of how he and other guys at the gym would smell when they were finished with an intense workout regimen. But he always washed that stink off in the shower at the gym or when he returned home. But there was Sammy, wearing that stink and much more with pride. For some reason, just the thought of that got Tusk a bit aroused.

Sammy noticed that he was being watched every so often so he decided to play around with the rhino. He forced himself to yawn again, getting the rhino's attention. Once the eyes were on him, the skunk made a show of himself. Brazenly, Sammy stuck his pants in his own shorts and casually scratched at his oily pubes. The skunk sealed the deal by fishing his paw out and sniffing at it, taking in his own filth and pungent odor. While the skunk was huffing his own scent, Tusk began to sweat. He attempted to distract himself by watching the show again but it did no good. Every fiber of his being was telling him to look at the skunk again. He figured that one more peek couldn't hurt. He looked at the skunk again and nearly yelped. Extending from the leg of the skunk's shorts was clearly his cock. The surface already glistened with sweat and it was joined by a sharp, cheesy smell that hit the rhino right in the nose, making it burn and his lungs seize for a moment. At this point, Tusk was trembling, trying his best to fight his own urges.

"Hey, Brady. You mind if I ask a question?" Sammy asked, a smug look on his face.

"Uh, yeah. What is it?" Brady asked from the other side of the couch.

"Just curious. But who's the top between the two of you?" Despite the nature of the question, Sammy remained casual, acting as if it wasn't as probing and explicit as it really was. Upon hearing it for himself, Tusk nearly choked on his spit.

Brady just chuckled at the question. At this point he knew very well how his friend functioned and the caliber of question didn't show him nearly as much as it did Tusk. "Tusk is the top, of course."

"Oh, really?" Sammy chuckled back. "How are you not split in half?" The size difference between the goat and the rhino was immense. It was a wonder how they even met, let alone got together and formed a long lasting relationship.

"Well, it just takes some time and a lot of lube," the goat said casually, waving his hand. "Tusk's really big down there so we gotta make sure there's enough prep that's been done before we just go at it."

"Huh. Is that so?"

While the two best friends talked, Tusk did everything in his power to keep it together. He was sweating even harder and if you looked closely at him you could see that the muscle bound mammal was trembling from what was being said around him. But his thoughts weren't about how embarrassing it should be that his mate was telling another guy about their sex life. What had the rhino freaking out was the images in his mind that were starting to form. He could see them vividly, more specifically: himself underneath the skunk, moaning and gasping.

"Heh, I bet I'm bigger!" Sammy challenged.

"I'm not sure about that..." Brady tittered. "I mean, Tusk's big in every way..."

"Alright then... How about we compare and see for ourselves," Sammy continued, grabbing the band of his shorts.

"Uh, I'm not sure about this..." Tusk said softly.

"Aw, come on. It's not gay or anything. Just a quick peek to see who's bigger," Sammy explained. "Come on."

"Yeah, Tusk. You got this in the bag," Brady encouraged.

"Uh, alright, alright..." Tusk sighed, standing up from the couch. Sammy stood up as well, standing tall and crossing his arms. He and Brady watched as the rhino's hands moved to the buckle on his belt. He undid it slowly and the camo shorts dropped to the floor with a heavy thump. Left standing in his tank top and boxers, Tusk took a deep breath before gripping the band all pulling the article of clothing down. Now exposed was the rhino's rather thick and fat sheath. He pressed his thick fingers against the pouch and gave a small moan of pleasure. It didn't take much more to coax the blunt tip of his thickness. Following behind the tip came Tusk's wide cock. More and more of it slid from the sheath and into view. At full mast the rhino measured up to a foot and a half.

"Not bad, not bad..." Sammy admitted. Now it was the skunk's turn to remove his shorts. And he did so with all the nonchalance of removing his clothes before a shower, in the privacy of his own home. It started with his dark blue gym shorts. Just like his signature jeans, the garment had been soaked and covered in a myriad of fluids, time and time and time again... Unbeknownst to Brady, Sammy's beastly smell was quick to take to the air and spread to every corner of the living room. Despite the large space, the smell made itself accustomed to the four walls, ceiling, and carpet. Tusk, on the other hand, did everything in his power to ask as if nothing was wrong. It wasn't an easy feat by any means, every whiff made him feel all the more nauseous. He was used to the mixed smell of musk and old clothes from the lockers at the gym but this was something different entirely. This smell was sharp and permeating, like rotten food or hot garbage. It seemed to be everywhere, surrounding him, threatening to engulf him and strangle his lungs in a choke hold.

And it only got worse when the skunk tugged at his jockstrap, truly revealing his swollen sheath. Tusk's eyes went wide as the cock slowly slipped from its pouch. Though, in the rhino's mind calling it a cock was a huge inaccuracy. It looked like a snake slinking out of the knot hole a tree. But instead of slithered downwards, it pulsed lightly and started to rise. Despite the powerful, almost vengeful smell and the monstrous size of the skunk's maleness, Tusk started to grow even more aroused rather than horrified. Sure, there was a part of him that wanted to get away from the unnatural appendage but it was nearly overpowered by the rest of him. The majority of the rhino's mind had some kind of morbid curiosity that actually wanted to touch the nasty, slimy thing.

Sammy lunged forward and pressed his own cock against the rhino's. While Tusk stood at a foot and a half, Sammy's cock dwarfed his own at an impressive and ridiculous 3 ¾ feet. Outsizing him by three times, the skunk snickered. His laughter not only stemmed from him winning the contest but it was also the fact that his rancid cock tip was a mere few inches from the rhino's face. The odorous haze not only filled his nose but worked to melt his mind. With shaky hands, Tusk raised his hands away from his own length. Before he realized it, the larger mammal's hands were wrapped around the thick base. The grip was firm enough to send tingles down Sammy's length, only aided by the slow motions Tusk made with his hands, working to jerk the cock's skin up and down.

Sammy gave a small moan at the touch. He saw how effortlessly the rhino was jerking him off and that made him realize that Tusk was indeed big enough to give him a proper handjob. Knowing that made the skunk wonder what else Tusk was big enough to handle...

"Admit it. You like my big fucking cock. Don't you, Tusk?" Sammy sneered shifting his hips a bit. The motions resulted in the wide tip pressing against the gray mammal's lips for a second. That was all it took for Tusk to lose his own sense.

"Y-yeah..." Tusk huffed. "I like it..." The tips of his fingers soon became slimy and greasy from the thick sweat and oils that congealed and fused into a greasy film. He allowed the substance to stay and spread to the rest of his hands.

"Of course you would..." Sammy purred, resting his hands on his hips. "You know... I think even you're big enough for me to fuck... But I bet you would want that, huh? You want my big, fat dick inside of you, admit it."

Tusk didn't answer outright, rather the rhino just further intensified his actions. A powerful shudder ran down his spine as he took in more of the horrid smell. It made his eyes and mouth water at the same time. It made him hunger in a strange sort of way. His mind told him to stay as far away from the disgusting appendage as he could. But his body; his hands, mouth, and even his tongue wanted more and more of what was before him. Unable to contain himself any more, Tusk dropped to his knees with a heavy thud that made the floor shake a bit. He was about to continue stroking the thick meat but it seemed that Sammy had other plans.

"Ah,ah,ah... You're not getting it that easily..." Sammy tittered, taking a few steps back. Tusk grasped at the empty air. His face had a look of despair, like the team he had betted his entire savings on had not only lost but completely tanked. It was a look that Sammy relished, it tickled him deep inside to know that such a big male could look so pitiful.

"First things first... Get on the couch... I gotta take you out for a test run. You better not be a waste of my time," Sammy growled before a smirk spread on his muzzle. "Now, be a good bitch and get on the couch. Lay on your back, too."

With a nod, Tusk heaved himself up from his knees and nearly bowled the couch itself over trying to get himself properly on it. Like Sammy told him, the rhino laid flat on his back against the plush cushions. This was acceptable to the skunk and he proudly strode towards the larger male.

"You don't mind, right Brady?" He turned his attention to the goat that watched with wide eyes and a tent in his own pants. Upon hearing his name, the goat snapped from his trance and just gave his friend a small nod. If Tusk was okay with it, then it was fine by him. More specifically, Brady wanted to see how the whole thing would play out. He had never seen the rhino acting the way he was. Nor had he ever seen Sammy exercising his scent and will over another male. Sure, his friend bragged to him about all his conquests and bulge in his shorts were evident, but there was always a part of the goat that wanted to experience it himself. But his lack of smell combined with how long he knew the skunk made thighs rather awkward than sexy, even on Sammy's end. But now the goat could live out his curiosity through his submitting boyfriend. But what he saw was much more than he expected. Tusk wore a look of pure submission. His eyes looked back at the skunk, practically pleading to him without saying a word. Brady noticed that Tusk never made a face like that when they were together. For a brief moment the goat felt jealous...

Sammy finally slipped off his rank jockstrap and shorts, leaving them on the floor to spread their fermented scents to the already dank living room. While it had no effect on Brady, Tusk on the other hand could see dots in his vision and for a moment he was on the verge of losing consciousness. But a snap of Sammy's fingers was enough to get his attention and keep him going. The skunk made a display of himself, slowly climbing on the sturdy couch and even higher on top of Tusk. Once he was properly situated, the skunk pressed his big, sweaty dick against Tusk's.

"Having fun?" Sammy sneered, rocking his hips back and forth. The motions pushed his cock forwards and back against the other male's length, making Tusk wince against both the greasy sensation on his cock and the sharp, oily smell that filled his nose. The gray mammal was too entranced to answer the question. Between his moans he gave a curt nod that satisfied the skunk, for now... Using the dirty oils and remnants of cum that slathered his dick, Sammy picked up his pace, rutting his flesh log against the other male's. Tusk was about to moan but it was muffled by Sammy's mouth. Displaying the flexibility his lithe body was capable of, Sammy bent over to kiss the rhino while he humped against him.

Tusk's breath nearly left him the moment Sammy's thick, slimy tongue invaded his mouth. And with it came the skunk's cloudy, redolent breath. Now only could Tusk smell it up close and personal but it carried a biting flavor with it. Nonetheless, the burly male closed his eyes and pressed his own tongue against the slime coated pink muscle. His deep moans filled Sammy's, something the smaller mammal accepted and worked to coax more out of his current partner. But he wasn't going to do that with kissing alone... Tusk was rather confused and a bit disappointed when the greasy tongue was harshly reeled from his lips. But Sammy had something much better in mind, for him at least. With a bit of grunting, the skunk turned himself around. It would have been easy if he didn't have to manage the massive meat between his legs as well. But soon enough, Sammy got into position and was not flat on his stomach. His cock was pointed right at the rhino's lips.

"Hope you're ready to gag," Sammy snickered before he pressed himself against the leathery pair of lips. They were no match for the thick meat and slipped inside of the warm mouth easily. What shocked Sammy was the fact that Tusk could actually fit his massive girth in his mouth. But he wasn't just shocked, the skunk was ecstatic that someone could actually take his cock. Not only was he just taking it; Tusk had quickly adjusted to the wide, smelly meat in his mouth and started running his tongue along the grimy skin, licking up the filth that now clung to his tongue.

The sensation made the skunk's eyes flutter and his heart pound in his chest. For so long he had to make so with being simply licked, rubbed, and jerked. Sure, it still felt good. But nothing he experienced before even came close to the pleasure that washed over his being like waves in the very moment. It was only natural that he would want to get as much of it as he could... With a hefty grunt, Sammy flexed his backside and pressed his cock down the rhino's throat. While Tusk could take the ginormous length, it was a snug fit and prevented him from breathing. Sammy was aware of this but he didn't care. With all his strength, the skunk jacked his heavy dick deeper down the clenching tunnel. Hearing the rhino straining underneath him, Sammy reluctantly reeled himself out of the slick, hugging walls. Upon hearing Tusk take deep, heavy breaths the skunk soon carelessly plunged himself back in.

With heavy grunts and huffs, Sammy properly rutted the rhino's windpipe. A wide bulge could be seen every time he pressed himself downwards. Against his shaft were the smooth walls that squeezed and teased at all of his inches at once. With each slip of the dick, more and more of the grime and filth removed itself from the skin. It clung to Tusk's throat, working to make it feel warm and gritty. The rapid fucking worked to stretched his throat wider, allowing him to breathe as it slipped down and back up. With little resistance, Sammy was allowed to pump himself even harder and faster against the swallowing throat. He continued these motions until he felt his climax creeping upon him. The skunk was sure that cumming down the larger mammal's gullet would feel amazing but he didn't want the pleasure to just end then and there. Thinking quickly, Sammy removed his dick from the wet tunnel before his limit overtook him. Panting heavily, the skunk took deep breaths until the sensation of cumming died down.

While he was in position, a new idea struck the skunk and went with it, figuring he should get as much out of the rhino as he could. While he was taking heavy breaths of his own, Tusk was unprepared for the skunk's grimy nuts that plopped down on his face, nearly covering it completely. They pressed against his mouth and nose, threatening to smother him if he didn't pop them in his mouth like he was told.

"Make yourself useful and keep sucking."

The larger male complied with the skunk's wishes and drew his tongue over the stained fur of the foul orbs. Making deep, pleasure grunts, Tusk licked and slurped at the sweaty, ripe balls. His tongue worked to clean the yellow stains from the skunk's pelt. Above him, Sammy sighed as he felt his ballsack becoming warm and wet with thick spit. He made a point to shift his hips, dragging his balls against the flat, rough tongue. Tusk met the motions with drawn out, slow slurps. He took it a further and swirled his filth slathered tongue around the twin orbs, massaging them in his mouth and coaxing more purrs from the skunk.

As much as he enjoyed himself, Sammy was also in the mood for some chaos. There was something that came to mind, something that would definitely take everything to the next level. Whether or not Tusk was ready for something like that, the skunk didn't really care. Instead of allowing his nuts to be teased further, Sammy pulled them from the other male and chuckled deviously as he scooted further down his face. That left Tusk's lips pressed against the fouler than foul, dirty asshole that the skunk possessed.

"That's right. Eat my dirty fuckin' ass!" Sammy growled, dragging his ass against the rhino.

Underneath him, Tusk had no choice but to press and dig his tongue into the filthy pucker. At first he grimaced and nearly heaved from the acrid, sour taste. But the pure, unabashed smell poured into his nostrils. It made his nose burn and his lungs completely give out for a moment. Just like before, the intoxicating stench worked to melt his mind into nothing more than complete compliance. Doing what the skunk wanted, Tusk reached up with his arms and took hold of the firm, greasy asscheeks. While he started to lick and slurp, the rhino kneaded the mounds in his hands. Sammy sighed and allowed the blissful waves of pleasure to overtake him. Tusk was working him even harder, licking deeper and pressing his tongue against the grimy walls.

Tusk huffed and moaned against the sharp flavor filling his mouth and scorching his tongue. All the licking and slurping resulted in his mouth becoming slathered in slimy, stinky goo. It was a sticky, thick mix of his own spit and the skunk's gooey filth dripped down his chin and coated his face in vinegary, putrid juices. He jabbed his tongue as far as it could go and swirled it around, collected more sour, biting flavors on his taste buds. The pink muscle pressed against the skunk's prostate, making him shudder and wince from the quick bolt of pleasure rising through him. It reminded him of how much he wanted to unload inside of the rhino. In the spirit of that, Sammy slid upwards, leaving Tusk's tongue to lap at the open air. The lack of Sammy's ass did nothing to ease the rhino's senses. All the grime and filth that leaked onto and slathered his face now stained his skin, fusing itself within. Despite having "fresh air" Sammy's putrid, fetid ass was all that Tusk could smell...

"Alright, now it's time for some fucking. Get on your knees," Sammy ordered.

Trembling in anticipation, the rhino rolled over and repositioned himself before the commanding skunk. Sammy beamed with pride as before him was Tusk, bent over and baring his ass while he held onto the arm of the couch. Seeing this got a dominant growl out of the skunk as he neared the large mammal. Grunting with effort, Sammy managed to climb on Tusk's back. His heart pounding in excitement, Sammy thought it was best to start with a little preparation. Tusk gave a small moan and shifted his hips a bit as the slathered cock was ground between his wide, hairy asscheeks. The two males gave pleasured grunts and slight moans as they were stimulated in different ways. Sammy was reveling in the soft, firm cheeks that were hugging around his pumping shaft. And Tusk was moaning in pleasure from the repeated swiping over his winking hole by the oily cock. He was once again exposed to the rank odor in the air. It was intensified by the addition of sweat, precum, and licked ass. Courtesy of Sammy, Tusk was treated to a conglomerate of nearly indescribable stink. Something akin to the reek of hot garbage, food left out to rot, and the extreme body odor of someone who never even touched water flooded his senses. It was unrelenting, going straight for his lungs, nearly strangling them. His throat burned every time he took in even a sip of the polluted oxygen and his mind was all but blank. He had just enough sense left within him to do whatever Sammy told him to. For all intensive purposes, Tusk wasn't even present at the moment. He was just a body for Sammy to finally be able to sink his cock into.

Against his awaiting asshole came spurts of precum that was fired from the flexing tip. Just simple hotdogging was threatening to get an orgasm out of the eager skunk. As much fun as he was having, Sammy forced himself to go for the main course before it was too late. With a heft grunt, Sammy lifted his heavy girth and reeled himself back enough to actually penetrate the rhino. As soon as his slimy tip made contact with what he was certain was the rhino's asshole, Sammy plunged into the tight ring with all the force he had.

Brady's ears went wide and his ears flicked as he heard his usually low-voiced and mild mannered boyfriend raise his voice. Small pants came from him as he had undressed as well and fiddled with his own length. Not only he had heard such noise but the idea of Tusk being on the bottom never even occurred to him. Who could even mount someone as big as him? Well, Sammy provided a simple answer. It compelled the goat to finally join in the fun. There was something that he liked to do not for Tusk, but for his own enjoyment as he found the chance to be able to do it without any resistance. Usually, Tusk was way too ticklish but it wasn't like he was going anywhere... The magnitude of what was happening before him had only just registered in Brady's mind. Right above him his boyfriend, who the goat was sure was a pure top, was getting his ass ruined by his own best friend...

"Glad you could join us," Sammy chuckled as Brady crawled on the couch behind the both of them. Brady chuckled as well but soon put his focus on the target of his desires. While Sammy slammed his slimy cock in and out of the tight ass, the goat took hold of the wide, flat sole of his boyfriend's foot. He could feel his heartbeat picking up and his mouth begin to water. Eagerly, the goat leaned down and dragged his small, pink tongue against the wiggling foot. Even though Brady couldn't smell he could still taste and the salty sweat that danced on his taste buds made deep shivers run down his spine. Tusk couldn't even react to the steady licking of his foot, all he could properly comprehend was the impossibly long and wide train of a cock ramming and slipping back and forth through his ass.

Nearly crushing the couch arm in his grip, Tusk made deep, burly moans and strings of spit flew from his mouth as he was fucked deep and hard. Every pound from the small mammal mounting him was delivered with enough force to rock the rhino's entire body. His head was raised to the ceiling and the sound of his pleasured noises filled the room. It was music to Sammy's ears. He was sweating heavily and his hips burned from all the effort. He had never his been able to properly fuck someone before today and he quickly learned that it required more effort than he thought.

"Yeah! Fuck! Take all my fucking dick! Heh, you may be big but you're nothin' but a slutty bitch deep down..." Sammy hissed through his teeth and pounded harder, slamming his dick deep inside the flexing tunnel with loud slaps and squelches. Under him, Tusk's tongue slid from his mouth as he gave deep, heavy breaths. His eyes were half lidded and a wide smile was on his face. All the discomfort in his ass had subsided, giving way to an immense flood of pleasure. His untouched cock pulsed against the heavy pounding his prostate was taking. Globs of precum leaked from his tip onto the fabric of the couch.

And behind the both of them was Brady. He had moved on from just licking the rhino's feet. Now it was drawing his tongue anywhere he could. His tongue drew against Tusk's ass, Sammy's thighs, back to his boyfriend's feet. He even dared to test Sammy's filthy feet. The spicy, salty taste burned his tongue and convinced him to back off a bit. For the moment, the small goat played with his own leaking length, watching his friend and boyfriend moaning against each other.

"Aah, f-fuck... I'm... I'm gonna fucking cum..." sammy growled, buck himself as hard as he could. Sweat was raining from his forehead and pits and his muscles burned from all the effort. But Sammy powered through it, determined to see this orgasm through.

"Haahh... Aaaah! D-do it! C-cum in me," Tusk whined, the words and his tone surprising even himself. He leaned the upper half of his body against the couch, giving Sammy even more room to breed him. The skunk took all he could get and more, shoving his wide tip as deep as he could with a sharp press. This was enough to make Tusk wail aloud and clench his large fists. His cock, which was pointed towards Brady spasmed and thumped. Heavy pants filled the air as the rhino came. His vision became cloudy and for a moment Tusk felt completely weightless. Brady gave small moans as gushes his thick, white seed painted stripes across his body. They clung to his brown fur and weighed it down. Moaning from the sexual thrill, Brady slathered the sed across his body, and lifted it up to his muzzle to lap at and swirl the salty substance in his mouth.

"S-shit. You're gonna take all my...fucking cum!!" Sammy wailed, burying himself as hard and deep as he could. He dug his claws into the rhino's rugged skin. Gritting his teeth and taking deep heavy breaths, the skunk reached his peak. From his flexing tip came an unrelenting onslaught of virile, yellow cum. It quickly filled the rhino's ass, splattering against and coating the walls. Tusk bit his lips and did his best to hold firm against the increasing pressure deep inside of him. Above him, Sammy wore a look of pure bliss as he marked the rhino with his permeating stink for the inside. Spurts of seed continued to gush freely from his tip, flooding the rhino so full of seed that it started to make his stomach balloon. The skunk rocked his hips, coaxing as much seed as he could, drool dripped down his chin and his claws left marks in the rhino as he reeled back and shoved himself back in, forcing the final torrent of crude seed into the larger male's guts. But as big as Tusk was, even he couldn't take Sammy's torrential load. When his stomach was extended to its limit the seed that still poured out of the skunk had nowhere else to go... Tusk was soon coughing and gagging as thick spurts of spunk bubbled up from his throat and dripped down his chin. He tried hard to swallow and keep the seed down but it only resulted in a sharp pain in his stomach. It extended further than it was supposed to be and for a moment the rhino thought that he might burst from the inside out. Luck was on his side, before the limit was reached, Sammy had given all he could.

Sammy sighed and chuckled as he laid on the rhino's back. He felt exhausted and for once he actually felt completely drained. He stayed inside of the panting rhino and took a moment to drink in his own stink, the familiar scent worked to add to his bliss, giving him pleasure to all his senses. As his spent cock softened and retreated towards his sheath it popped out of the now wide open hole. Tusk gave another heavy gasp as the pressure deep inside of him was relieved a little. What came as a surprise was Brady shoving his way between them. The goat helped himself to the cum that slowly oozed it's way out of his boyfriend's ass. Of course, it was too much for him to gulp down at once but that didn't stop the goat from pressing his muzzle against the stretched open asshole. Making loud slurps and gulps, Brady treated himself to ass much of the hot, thick substance as he could. Tusk was back to moaning and whimpering as his boyfriend ran his tongue against the overstimulated anal walls.

Sammy climbed off of Tusk and plopped down on the couch. He gave a long stretch and yawn, still enjoying the light tingling racing through his body. The skunk closed his eyes and let his other senses experience what was happening. His ears were filled with the sounds of heavy licking and slurping that paired with Tusk's deep, burly moans. At the same time, his nose was filled with his own musk, paired with the sharp fragrance of fresh cum and wide open ass. He found it was the perfect pairing with his afterglow. For the time being, Sammy laid back on the couch and let the boyfriends have their fun. After all, he wanted his bitch nice and clean before he went a second round.