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Thar the stoat wandered from room to room, paws tapping against the floor as he looked through the shelves for an interesting book to read that night. It was the height of summer, and he was well out of ermine colours, with light brown and cream fur and a chocolatey tip on his tail. The stoat figured he was the only one awake just then, so he was trying his best to be very quiet, but he was not entirely awake and getting gently more anxious at hearing every tiny little noise he made. Squeak, creak, whump, flump. The sooner he found something, the sooner he could head back upstairs.

Distracted, he walked into one of the guest bedrooms. Thar realised a moment too late, but Nall the pine marten was already awake. One of the lights was on, the room smelled faintly of liquorice, and the marten didn't look very much like a marten; she looked very much like a spotted skunk, with splotches of black and white fur from her head to her knees, and a big frizzy tail draping off the bed and onto the floor. Nall had a brush in her hand, dipped in black and white, with just a few notes of brown left untouched on her legs.

Thar's blush practically lit up the room, but Nall waved a paw; it was to be a surprise. It had still been a surprise, to be fair, so nothing had changed in that regard; and, once she had finished painting away the last of her marten fur, the skunk stood up to let the stoat get a closer look. She gave a little spin on the spot, as her tail lapped over Thar's feet and renewed the warm, embarrassed pink on his cheeks.

The stoat murmured. Something about a book?

"If you're looking to get your paws on something black and white, I do have some other options," said Nall. The line wasn't as good spoken as it was in her mind, but it did soften the mood, and she nudged the door closed with a footpaw before joining the stoat on the bed. Snuggles. Ear nibbles. Finding the right way to weave a long, furry skunk tail around them both. Thar shuffling and getting himself tucked underneath, for the larger skunk to cuddle and rest her weight on. Snouts together, green eyes to green eyes. Paws that explored, bodies that enjoyed it, tails that wouldn't stay apart.

Hot, shared breaths. Skunk and stoat murmurs. Needy nibbles and licks. Nall wiggled her hips invitingly, brushed herself deliberately against Thar's emerging prod, and teased him with ear nips and fondles until they could pull together and she could gasp, and murmur, and feel him twitch snugly inside. The skunk muffled herself with a stoat paw, holding it close to her snout and breathing deep. Little squeaks came from the bedframe, and the closed room started to feel very warm, with thick scents of them both. Nall let her concentration go, eyes closing as she rocked and squirmed, back and forth, edging them deeper and closer together.

Thar was dazed, wrapped in a fluffy cloud, skunk fur under and over him, one paw for her muzzle and the other tucked in the fur of her back, cuddling tightly. He almost missed the little drops of warmth on his body, odd and soft like treacle, a few more drips on a cheek; he couldn't miss a sudden soft slickness on his nose. Opening eyes, looking down at patches of black and white on his body, more and more droplets falling from the distracted skunk. Paint? In the heat of the room it seemed like the skunk paint was coming off, but Thar felt his paws squish and dig into fur, realising it was a bit more than that; Nall seemed to be skunk paint all the way through. Everything from their waists down began to mix, with tails running into each other, and feet rubbing and slipping together.

It felt amazing. Thar pushed up, feeling more and more of the gooey skunk on him, unable to quite tell where he ended and she began. Nall pulled away from his paw with a deep breath, leaving black and white on his fingers, panting and dripping and colouring more of his body and head. His ears felt swollen and big, plump and skunky; his tail just kept going. He'd be a skunk, she'd be a skunk. A tense anticipation coiled up in their bellies, before Thar squeaked and yelped and squirted seed deep inside skunky paint, while Nall let herself fall forward, splashing down on the stoat to coat him completely and leave them both as a breathless, squirmy tangle of each other in the liquorice-scented room.

Thoughts and senses and feelings and movements were a blur, but it was relaxing, and it felt like they could just stay there for ages...

Thar awoke suddenly, disoriented and rosy-cheeked with his mind still full of the dream he'd had. He'd been wandering around at night, and fell in with a Nall skunk, and they'd had a very lewd night, and then--

Oh. He had woken up in the guest room. Spotted skunk fur greeted him, all the way up his belly to his monochrome snout, with a wide brush tail as a good pillow for his feet. So much for that being a dream. Nall yawned next to him, stretched out, cuddled in close.

"Morning, skunky."

She wasn't sure what had happened, either. Not that it was bad, and Nall scuffed paws happily as she thought about it; that would be one to remember. Was it the heat, the sex, being so soon after she'd changed? It would definitely be one to experiment with. As for Thar, still a little smaller but just as fluffy and skunky as she was, he thought he'd keep the look. At least for a few days, or maybe longer. It'd be a shame not to try it out, wouldn't it? Maybe with just a little confusion and mischief that could be done with two of them...

A few days became a week. "Hello, Nall," she'd say, teasing him about their resemblance. Others seemed quite happy to do the same, whether because they knew or because they didn't.

On the morning of the eighth day, Nall seemed to be having a lie-in, and so Thar was awake and online for most of the time. It was a good time for gaming, and though his paws were fluffier as a skunk that didn't get in the way.

When the change hit, there wasn't any warning. One moment the skunk was sitting comfortably by his computer, and then suddenly he'd slid backwards a foot or so away from the desk, pushed away and wedged into his seat by his own chubbiness. Lots more fur, but more weight too. It came with a slight sense of bloatedness at first, but that passed as his bigger body soon felt more natural.

Thar prodded at his bulk, before looking around.

"Nall?"

It was hard not to be suspicious of his twin, as it certainly seemed like something she might be responsible for. Though, she wasn't hiding nearby, he couldn't pick up any fresh scent or telltale sounds. The pudgy skunk stood up and made for the stairs, thinking he'd at least let her know what was going on.

Whoomph. Like he'd been topped up with a burst of air, the next growth spurt caught him as he was in the doorway, and Thar needed to gently shuffle through the slim frame. The skunk was certainly waddling now, heading down the stairs and getting ever more suspicious.

"Nall, I know it's you, what are you up to...?"

Approaching the door to the guest room, Thar seemed to stumble over and lose his footing. He caught himself on two new feet, being plumped and stretched into a spotted skunktaur, with a shiver down his spine and up his belly, and a positively pear-shaped body that weighed and clicked and made his toes ache. It was hard to keep the fluster from his face, leaning back to knead at his sides and feel how firm he was under the fur. That wasn't just weight, and soft shudders grabbed him from inside as the contents settled.

"Eggs? Oh, you wouldn't," mumbled Thar, knowing full well she would.

In the guest room, Nall looked very similar to him, with her green eyes swirling gently into spirals as the bed groaned under her. The other skunktaur wore headphones, and some sort of video was playing on her 'phone. Thar tugged one of the earpieces away, to get her attention.

"Hey, Nall..."

Nall shook her head, colour and reason returning to her eyes, blinking and looking down at herself. Oh! Oops. She smiled sheepishly. It hadn't occurred to the skunkgirl that changes to her might affect him as well. Especially being full of eggs, however were they going to get out of him?

At least Thar knew what was going on now, and the huge skunktaurs shared very big hugs. The room would barely fit them both at once. The bed seemed very unhappy indeed, but it was the only place they could perch comfortably.

"I could finish the file," said Nall, wiggling her phone. "Laying the eggs is the next part, so that might help."

It was worth a try. The skunkgirl put her headphones back on, stepped back in the file a few moments, and settled back to watch. It wasn't long until Nall's eyes became swirly again, and her breathing slowed down as she slipped back into trance.

Thar gave her a little room, as the other 'taur leaned back and moaned softly under her breath. Paws fought at the air as an egg started to emerge, before sliding out onto the soft bed. The egg was big, spotty, green and brown and black, and without much hesitation Thar lifted it up and swallowed it whole.

His cheeks burned again, which was becoming quite a familiar sensation. Stoaty urges still bubbled away in his mind, telling him eggs were the best food, making it an act of will not to just lap them up as Nall made them appear. One more egg appeared, and Thar could handle that, but two was an extravagance and the helpless skunk pounced and gorged.

His paws fondled the other skunk, teasing her from tail to belly. The skunkboy leaned in, licked fur and nuzzled scent, and felt his muzzle open to swallow a whole egg right from the source. Nall murmured, rolled onto her belly, and lay right across her plump skunktaur twin. Eggs. She had to lay eggs. She had to feel each and every one pass under her tail, much as Thar had to feel every one slide into his muzzle and off down his throat. She became lighter, smaller, less chubby, but he continued to grow, swelling up with each new egg.

More length. Another pair of legs materialised, bringing him up to six. Thar filled the bed, and Nall perched on top of him, shivering and laying as his paws roamed through her fur and squeezed at her body. The room was quickly full of skunk-scent once again, with the giant skunktaur's legs and tail brushing the walls, and his pear-belly growing more and more round. Eggs were all they had in mind, until at last Nall was empty and her trance faded, and she sank into Thar's thick fur and slowly came to her senses.

He wasn't getting any smaller. Wherever all those eggs had ended up, it wasn't anywhere they could easily be laid. Soft clicks sounded from inside his huge belly, as Thar shuffled and stretched and opened his eyes. Nall gave him a look, and a grin, and nibbled at one of his ears.

"Well, that didn't work for you. In fact, you're much bigger. Maybe you shouldn't have swallowed the eggs," she said, grinning and kneading at his fur, rubbing from neck to chest.

"Mm. Yeah, don't agree," admitted the giant skunktaur guy, holding up his paws with a satisfied, blushy smile.

It quickly became apparent that Thar couldn't fit back through the guest room door, so he was stuck there until Nall could work out what to do next. There was some room to stretch and stand up, but the huge skunktaur often ended up in a sprawl, feeling the eggs inside him and listening to them jostling around one another. They'd come up with something in time, but Thar would be enjoying many relaxed and cuddly days first.

-fin