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For Ted Roberts, Till University was the obvious choice, ladies' man that he was. Till was only in its second year of being a co-ed establishment. For more than half a century Till was for women only, until finally the board of directors decided Till needed some dick in her life. Probably some feminist movement dictating women didn't need handouts, Ted presumed.

He didn't mind. It meant he had a chance to be around "more pussy than he could shake a stick at," as he put it to his friends. If anyone could acquire said pussy, it was him, and he knew it. He was a fox, and a damned handsome one. Just short of six feet tall, he had a healthy, trimmed physique brought on by 4 years on the high school volleyball squad which he single-handedly brought to the district championship twice. They won both times, with him earning MVP for each. But of course he did, what other candidate was there? He carried that team on his back.

He majored in forensic science on a full ride scholarship to Till for nearly the sole purpose of being around girls. It was a good, mature choice according to his parents. Focusing on class was far more important for his future than playing volleyball. Of course, they hadn't a clue of his true intentions. Be the biggest fish in the pond. Or in his case, the biggest dick in the sea of women.

In his first few months of attending, he saw just how slim the pickings were for the women there. Of the student population of a little more than two thousand, he was one of less than 200 men, and God, they were all pathetic. He didn't want to use the term 'nerd' on them. That was too brief and assumptious. 'Socially inept freaks' was how he saw them. Guys whose most intimate relationship with women was with their mothers, who watched Japanese anime and masturbated multiple times a day. The irony was how most of these guys saw Ted as a loner, simply because he avoided them like the plague.

It was easy to tell that Ted was the hottest pick at Till, much like in high school where he had to beat the girls off with a stick. Till was much the same. "Hi Teddy!" was the usual greeting he received from girls. He fucking hated that name. Teddy, like the fucking bear. It conjured images of a cute plushie version of him that little kids cuddled with. It was the gayest fucking thing ever.

"I prefer Ted," he would say, as politely as he could. If the mistake was repeated even once, he cut himself off from that person entirely. There had been exceptions in high school. Jessica, a raccoon with tits big enough to prove there was a God, called him Teddy all of the time. He didn't seem to mind when she said it. Christina, a siamese cat who was talented enough to put her ankles above her head, called him that name from time to time. She could be forgiven. Macy, a border collie who could suck a man's soul through his cock, once called him Teddy in front of the whole class. He was a little ticked by that, but she gave him a good reason to forget about it that very night. Sometimes girls would be screaming 'Teddy, Teddy' over and over again, but in those moments he could hardly hold it against them.

Sure, there were plenty of girls in high school who could earn a pass for calling him that name. Till was a whole different ball game. There wasn't a single fuckable girl in that school worth his time. Not one. "Hi, Teddy!" they would greet gaily. It reached the point where he would stop correcting them. He just kept walking past them, not sparing an iota of attention. Daniel Boone high school was a smorgasbord of hot girls. Till was somehow void of them. Felines and canines, his type, were all the wrong breed or just hideous. The rest were smelly goats, horses, hyenas, bats, pigs, rhinos, etc.

The worst problem wasn't that they were ugly or gross, it was that they were so goddamn stupid. They disregarded any and all hints of aloofness. They were so unused to boys like him that they were blind to the way he acted towards them. Get the fuck away from me! He wanted to shout sometimes. He never did, of course. That would be too extreme. But extreme was beginning to describe how he felt. With hindsight, he should've seen it coming. This used to be an all-girls' school, both populated and managed. It was dictated by all that feminism bullshit. Fugly women who picketed Miss Universe, joined book clubs and hated dick, that's who ran this place and attended it. Going to this place was a mistake, a huge one. He regretted bypassing all of the other volleyball scholarships, but now it was too late to recant. His plan for the future was simple: suck it up for now, then transfer to one of the schools he foolishly turned down.

Then he met Sally. She was a skunk and fellow forensic science major who Ted shared a few classes with. He never noticed her though, because Sally was simply an unnoticeable girl. She always kept her mid-back length snow white hair pent up in a bun. Thick-rimmed glasses kept her brown eyes subtle and hard-to-see. She was enormous at 6'3" with an indeterminate physique thanks to the conservative wardrobe she kept. She often wore constrictive jackets and button up shirts. Hung around her waist were shin-length skirts. She always wore flat slip-on shoes, never, never heels. Accentuating her unassuming looks was her bookish demeanor and temperament. She was rarely heard talking to people she didn't know, and when she did she was incredibly sheepish and submissive.

She wasn't the kind of girl to garner much attention, and she certainly didn't blip on Ted's radar. His first thought directed to her was one he usually spared skunks. God, she better not fart up the class. It was the only focus he gave her until they were partnered up. Not to work together, but to share the laboratory to study and complete their assignments. The lab schedule was pasted up at the front of class. Besides his name, under Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays from 7 P.M. to 9 P.M. was Sally Jameison. Who the hell is that? he wondered. He didn't notice Sally standing next to him, checking the calendar too.

"Oh!" she chirped.

Ted jumped. "What?" Please God don't spray me.

"We're in the lab together!"

It took him a second. He didn't want to believe it. "Oh. You're Sally?"

"Yup!" She stuck her paw out for a friendly shake. He looked at it quizzically. Sally's smile faltered. He limply shook it and walked off. A pit materialized in her belly. She fidgeted and adjusted her skirt. She wanted to chase him down and apologize for being so weird, but instead she promptly walked away. She moved briskly. Stupid. Stupid, stupid. Who shakes paws anymore? This is what you get for trying to talk to a cute boy. That's a mishap. Stupid, stupid.

Ted was headed to his next class, shaking his head in disappointment. They could've given me anyone, he thought glumly. I should ask for a different spot, that way I don't have to deal with this smelly bitch. He waved off the notion. He didn't think it was necessary. Just ignore her, that's all you have to do. He had no idea how hard that was going to be.

* * *

Tuesday rolled around. Teddy looked forward to working in the lab. He was going to be working with an electron microscope and gathering data. Till was one of the few schools that had one, which, next to girls, was one of the deciding factors which led him there. He didn't really care for being trapped in the same room as a skunk, but he figured after seeing how awkward she was that she would leave him alone.

He walked into the lab and grabbed a white coat. The lab was a long corridor with a narrow island counter running down its center like a spine. Down the walls were more counters displaying a plethora of beakers, glass tubes, sinks, bunsen burners, and everything stereotypical to science labs. As neat as the room was, it was dreadfully humid in there. Ted assumed the AC was out. The electron microscope, in all of its glory, stood like a magnificent pillar in the center of the island. It was four feet tall and a firehouse red. Ted wasn't a nerd, but his tail wagged at the sight of it. Just opposite of the microscope on the wall counter was a strange looking device that resembled a large ray gun. It was an L-shaped contraption that stood on a swivel. It was white with a boxy shape. Its muzzle was a perfect square sprouting a metallic sphere. Stenciled on its barrel was the acronym M-TACR. Ted didn't know what the hell it was, but it looked cool.

He began to work on the microscope by feeding it samples when Sally walked in. He turned in his stool to look. Strangely, she was already dressed in a buttoned up lab coat that reached all the way down to her ankles.

"Hi, Teddy," she said with an awkward grin.

He turned back to his microscope without a word. Nope. Fuck you, bitch.

Sally stood there, staring at his back. She felt a dreadful clench in her heart. Since her mishap in class in front of the calendar she had hoped Ted had forgotten her awkward moment and forgiven her. He clearly hadn't. Her hopes crumpled. God, I'm an idiot. Of course he didn't forget. Dumb butt. Stupid. Do I smell? She always checked herself before going out, lathering herself in anti-musk deodorant. She still had her glands, so it was a constant fear that she would stink a place up. She pulled on her collar and stuck her nose into it, sniffing as quietly as she could. No, she did not stink. He just doesn't like you. It's no big deal. All of the boys don't like you. She took a deep breath. Just leave him alone and don't say anything. It'll be ok. That was always the solution, especially around boys. Just be quiet and stay out of the way.

Ted had pretty much forgotten about her the moment he turned back to the microscope. He was too busy snapping pictures of the samples with the magnificent piece of machinery. Fantastically bizarre images of life appeared on the attached computer screen. Preprepared on a shelf were dozens of samples to be examined. There was so much to look at. Ted could hardly get enough. He wouldn't admit it, but he was in full nerd-mode. This was something you only saw in movies. Seeing it in person, if just on a computer screen, was mind-boggling. Impossibly small organisms, absurd in shape and design, were crammed onto the sample plates. It was difficult to fathom that what he was looking at was everywhere, on everything. It never really-

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

Ted almost leapt off of his stool. It sounded like a robot was trying to do an impression of the THX sound effect. Only this didn't stop. It just kept going. Ted turned around. Sally was right behind him, a tower of white lab coat. She was working on the M-TACR, which was emitting an eerie green glow that was eclipsed by Sally's frame. Ted watched in stupor as the device continued to roar. When it finally died away, and with it the glow, Sally gave an impatient snort and hastily scribbled something down on a clipboard. Shaken, Ted turned back to his microscope and resumed checking out samples. A few minutes later it came back.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

Ted took a deep breath, trying his best to hold his patience. He turned around. Once again, she was standing in front of that creepy green aura. The M-TACR roared, stopped, Sally snorted, then wrote something down. Ted sat there twisted in his stool, elbow rested on the counter. He was waiting, just waiting. Was she going to fire it up again? Can I get back to work? The noise would have at least been manageable if it wasn't right the fuck behind him. An electron microscope couldn't be moved, but he was pretty sure that little M-TABR, or N-TACR, or whatever the fuck it was called, could be. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit, not while I'm trying to work.

Sally continued writing things down and fiddling with the device. He hesitantly turned back to the microscope. He was afraid that the moment he resumed working, she would fire it up again. There was silence. He placed another sample tray into the microscope. He became motionless, still expecting that loud-ass noise. More silence. He resumed his work, snapping a photo of the sample he had put in. He jotted down his observations, then removed the tray and went to put it back on the shelf.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

Ted's expression bunched up with rage as he pounded his fist on the counter. He came dangerously close to crushing the sample in his grip and knocking over the shelf. He heard Sally give a surprised "Ooh!" Ted turned around once more to face her. He was going to wait for the machine to cut off so he could tell her to move the fucking thing. Instead, he saw something that gave him pause. He didn't recognize what it was at first, even as it stared back at him. It was black and round, just where her-

Ted spun violently in his stool. His heart began to pound in his chest. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Did I just see that? Am I seeing things right? Very slowly he peeked his head back around. He saw it, and confirmed that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. Sally's back was facing him. Her tail was upright at a sharp angle, lifting with it the tail of her lab coat. Beneath it, she was wearing nothing. Ted had a full view of her ass. His jaw dropped. What is she doing? Does she even realize? She didn't appear to. She was jabbering excitedly about something to herself. Ted couldn't make out what she was saying. He didn't care. He was staring too hard.

It was big, it was round, it was full, it was... amazing. Just beneath her divinely crafted haunches were her long, broad thighs that slimmed into her calves and ankles. The under fur of her tail was an ashy white. Her huge bushy tail curled into a question mark, reaching a zenith far above her head. Its hilt was comfortably nestled just above the deep crevice bisecting her buttocks. She's been hiding this the entire time? How? He couldn't stop staring. It was impossible not to.

The machine cut off and Sally made some giddy squeals. "Ohmigod! It worked!" She muttered incoherently until her tail slowly lowered down to its original position. It seemed to say You've had your look-see boy, now go away. Ted was sad to see it go. He noticed that he was turned completely in his stool towards her, offering no subtlety as to where he was looking. He spun around as fast as he could. The pluff of his bottom resettling in the seat cushion was startlingly loud to him. Fuck, she probably heard me. He pretended to work as best he could. There came no shouts, accusations, or, worst of all, a blast of spray. Just a happy hum as she jotted down some notes.

She doesn't know. He pretended to reach for something to his right so he could cut a glance over his shoulder. There was Sally, tail down, minding her own business, without a care in the world. Ted sighed with relief. Holy shit. What just happened? Was that on purpose? Was that some kind of flirt? That didn't seem likely. An awkward freak like her didn't seem capable of something like that. So why was she bottomless? It sure got hot in the lab, and Ted was definitely feeling a bit steamy, but that hardly warranted wearing nothing but a lab smock. The lift of her tail must've been automatic. She gets worked up and that thing pops right up. She apparently lacked the hindsight to wear something underneath when her tail had a habit of lifting like that. Is she gonna do that everytime that thing goes off from now on? He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

He watched curiously, conscious of how far back his head was turned. The green glow pulsed for a few seconds, then... Hello! Her tail sprung upwards, once again lifting the curtains on her glorious behind. She chirped happily and wrote some things down. Ted was stupefied. She really had no idea. He looked on as her butt wobbled and jiggled with her every movement. Ted chewed his lip. Wouldn't it be rude if he just walked up and brushed his paw against it? He sure wanted to. Problem was, he wasn't sure how a girl like her would react. More likely than not, he would receive a mean gassing. She didn't even know what she had on her. A waste of ass.

The machine cut off, and her tail drooped. He slid back into his position. He picked up a pen and fiddled with it. It was his everything not to unsheathe in his pants. Out of all people, a damn skunk has me hot. He shook his head. Normally he would be ashamed by that, being aroused by a dirty skunk. But damn, that ass was something else. Maybe Till had some hope after all.

The M-TACR did not turn back on for the rest of that night. Sally cheerily gathered her stuff and headed out, a proud smile on her face.

"Bye Sally," Ted said.

She jumped at his voice. She had totally forgotten he was there. He was smiling at her coyly. A flutter of joy went through her. Cool! He's not still mad at me! "Bye Teddy!" she said with a wave. She left with a pep in her step, happy to have accomplished two big things that night.

She had made a big mishap by calling him 'Teddy' twice. He didn't mind though. He finished his work for that night, a devious grin on his face. He had found a reason to forgive her.

The next day he texted his friend Derrick, bull who was on the football team in high school.

Ted: Dude theres a girl in my class with the fattest ass this place isnt as barren as I thought

Derrick: sweet! What is she?

Ted: A skunk

Derrick: Ew no

Ted: I know but dude you gotta see it its worth getting sprayed over

Derrick: R u gonna hit it?

Ted: Idk she's really fuckin weird

Derrick: send me a pic lol

Ted: i might she doesnt know how nice her ass is she accidentally showed it to me

Derrick: How the fuck did she accidentally show you her ass?

Ted told him the strange sequence of events

Derrick: lol that is fuckin weird

Ted: Yeah I see her again thursday imma try and take pics for you

Derrick: don't end up smelling like shit lol

Ted: haha wish me luck

Sally, meanwhile, was paying equal thought to her lab partner. Wednesday night she lay flat on her back in her bed wearing her favorite Winnie the Pooh onesie. She stared at the ceiling whimsically, fingering her cute star plushie. Her roommate, a bonobo named Cassie, typed away at her laptop which she cradled in her lap. She couldn't help but give Sally the occasional glance as she just lay there silently.

Cassie took a deep breath. "Ok. I'll bite. What the hell is up with you? Are you alive over there? Even you're not this quiet.

Sally giggled. "Maybe."

"What's on that crazy mind of yours?" Cassie asked, shutting her laptop. "C'mon. Tell me."

Sally squirmed. "You'll think it's stupid."

"No I won't, I swear. Tell me."

Sally looked over at her pensively. The only light in the room was the lamp sitting on Cassie's desk near the head of her bed. Sally was left in a deep gloom by her wall. "It's Ted, the boy I share a lab with."

"Oooooh," Cassie toned. She set aside her laptop. "Do you like him?"

Sally blushed. She turned over on her side and propped her head on her fist. Winnie the Pooh smiled gaily on her belly. "I don't know. He's kinda cute."

Cassie scoffed. "Cute? Oh my God, understatement. He's sexy."

"I don't know about all that," Sally said, flinching at the word 'sexy'. It was a naughty word that made her sick. She knew that was silly, but she couldn't help it.

"Oh please. I look at him and I..." She gave a flustered, guttural sound. "Ugh, I just want him to fuck me."

"Cassie!" Sally squealed. Her knees folded to her stomach and her face went blood red. Now that was dirty. Sally loved Cassie, but dang she could be raunchy sometimes. She never thought twice about saying what she thought or felt, and much of that was uncomfortable for Sally. She was a free spirit, and frankly, Sally envied her for it. Sometimes it felt like Sally was the only girl in the world who felt uncomfortable about sex. She was a 21 year old virgin. How many virgins were as old as her? Not many. There was a word for people like her. Prude. Such a curt, one syllable word. It applied to her perfectly. As Sally saw it, being a prude was a worse offense than being a whore. Sex was celebrated on TV and in movies. Music was nothing but about sex. It surrounded her, yet there she was, having never taken part in it. She was behind the times, a prude.

Cassie laughed at Sally's reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was rude. I'm just saying, you're not weird having him in your head."

"Yeah," Sally agreed meekly.

Cassie picked up her laptop and resumed typing. "Who knows. You're a pretty girl. He might be thinking about you too."

It was Sally's turn to scoff. "No way. A skunk like me?

"Don't say that!" Cassie insisted, looking hurt. "You should be proud of your species! Love what you are!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"I'm serious. You gotta start loving yourself, Sally."

"Mmhmm." Sally was a 6'3", 21 year old virgin skunk. What was to love about that? She felt stupid for thinking on Ted for so long. All he had said was "Bye, Sally." That was it. She was just his lab partner. There was no way he could be thinking of her more than that.

* * *

It was 7 P.M. Thursday, and Ted had his phone ready in his pocket. He sat in his stool in the lab, mindlessly shuffling through papers when Sally walked in.

"Hi, Teddy," she said dryly, not anticipating a response.

"Howdy," he replied with a polite smile and a friendly wave.

Sally's face lit up and her tail flicked, but she quickly got a hold of herself. It was just a hello. Calm down. As casually as she could, she stood in front of the M-TACR and got to work.

Ted grinned eagerly. Here we go. He waited patiently, his paw turning his phone over and over in his lab coat pocket. He decided to take photos only the first time her tail flipped up, if it ever did. He sincerely hoped it would. He wasn't going to let Derrick down. He fiddled about his workspace, feigning work. Eventually came the noise he'd been waiting for.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

He grinned. Here we go. He fished his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He turned on the camera, and set it to the face cam. His chest filled the screen. He slowly lifted the phone so it could see Sally, just over his right shoulder. She was focused on the M-TACR, not paying him any attention. Good. He held the camera so the image of Sally was just over his shoulder and juxtaposed by his head. Her tail was at a 90 degree angle, teasingly lifting the tail of her smock but not revealing anything above her knees. Any second now. He kept his thumb hovered over the select button, ready to snap a photo.

"Ooh!" went Sally.

Ted smiled devilishly. Aaaaand we have liftoff. She hadn't failed him whatsoever. There were her plump buttocks and thighs, just as uncovered as they had been Tuesday. He clicked the button, capturing their beauty. Holy shit, it's amazing. It wasn't sullied by cellulite or overly burdened with fat. It was a magically robust pair of haunches crafted with olympian skill. Equally fetching were her thighs, two thick trunks of muscle he died to be in between.

He snapped another photo, then decided to have some fun. He started taking selfies. He made silly and dirty faces. He bit his lip hungrily, he pinched his nose, he held his fingers over his lips bashfully, he bit his teeth around the image of her ass. God, I wish I could. He made a dozen suggestive images, all while fantasizing what he'd do. He wanted to touch it, stroke it, squeeze it, grope it, spank it, bury his face in it. He wanted to be inside of it. It was Godly. Derrick was going to love it.

The machine turned off. The green glow faded away and her tail came back down anticlimactically. Ted nodded arrogantly. He felt proud of his photography skills.

"Well, that was fun," he whispered.

Sally spun around. "What was fu-?"

SLAM!

Sally jumped at the violent crash of Ted's arm to the counter. His ears folded against his head which was ducked down in fright. Shit. Shit. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh shit. Did she see it? He cursed himself for being so careless. Not just for talking, but for not having put his phone away so hotly. Worsening things was how guilty he was acting. Slamming the phone down wasn't the most conspicuous of moves. Not that it mattered. Sally had seen the phone.

"Ted," she asked timidly. "What was that in your paw?"

He pursed his lips. I'm fucked. "My phone," he said, still facing the microscope.

She had known that, but wanted confirmation. She had seen her image on the small phone screen. "Was your camera on?"

Ted blew out his lips and turned around in his stool. He wore his best sorry-puppy face. He nodded sadly. Sally's anger boiled over.

"You dirty man!" she spat, stabbing an accusing finger at him.

Ted winced. Fuck. I didn't think she'd be this pissed. Guess she really doesn't like getting checked out. "Sally, Sally, please," he begged, showing his palms defensively. "I'm sorry. It was fucked up."

She wasn't hearing it. "Did someone tell you to do it?"

"No, I did it on my own. I'm sorry." Jeez, bitch. Most girls are flattered when I stare at their ass. You should be, you fucking skunk.

She scowled suspiciously through her nerdy glasses. "By yourself? Then why were you doing it?"

He tried not to look incredulous. Why? Why not? Your ass is fucking amazing. The fact that it's attached to you is a travesty.

"Because, well..." He hung his head. "Because I couldn't help it. I'm really sorry."

"You couldn't help it?" She groaned and slapped her paws to her sides akimbo. "Well if you couldn't help it, then you could've just asked!"

Ted's head shot up. He was like an idle child who had just heard the approaching jingle of an ice cream truck. "Wait. Really? You're serious?"

She nodded. "Uh... Yeah!"

"Oh." There was a long pause. "Can... can I see it?"

"Well," she sighed. "You've probably seen enough already, but I guess it would be rude to say no since you're so interested."

You're damn straight it would. "Yeah. Ok." His tail started to wag. This bitch is a freak. I like that.

"I'll do it on one condition," she added abruptly, holding up a finger.

His tail stopped wagging. Oh come on, what now? "Sure, what is it?"

She pointed at him. "No. Pictures." She bounced her finger sternly with each word. "And you have to delete the ones you took. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Sorry Derrick. I'll get them for you eventually.

"Well," she said with a preparatory breath. "Here you go."

Ted's eyes widened into saucers. Yup! Here we go!

Sally sidestepped and made a Ta-Da! gesture to the M-TACR. "Take a good look."

Ted's expression of eagerness held for sometime. It gradually faded away as all hope left him, creating a void rapidly filled with disappointment. He sat there, jaw slack, staring at Sally and the device. Oh my God, he thought dismally. She's fucking retarded.

"Well?" she said impatiently. "Wanna see it?"

He just stared at her, totally dumbfounded. "Sally. I wasn't... I wasn't looking at the laser thing."

"Oh," she said, frowning. "You weren't?"

She still doesn't get it. Dumb bitch. This explains why she asked if someone had asked me to take those pictures. She thought I was stealing her ideas.

"No, I wasn't taking pictures of that thing, whatever the fuck that is."

She frowned harder, both at his use of the f-word and her growing confusion. "Then what were you-"

When it hit her, her heart, and seemingly every organ in her body, plummeted into an icy ocean like an iceberg breaking from a glacier. She didn't want to believe it, but the sudden rush of shame and embarrassment screamed the truth. Ted watched as it dawned on her face. About time she puts two and two together.

Her lip trembled. Her paws went behind her to cover her rump. Her tail curled between her legs. Dirty. Dirtydirtydirtydirtydirty. "Were you... were you looking at... at my..." She gulped. "My butt?" Her throat clenched on pronouncing that terrible word.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Sally gasped. No. Nononononono. Her whole body shook. Dirtydirtydirty. "W-w-w-" she stammered. "W-w-why?

Ted cringed. Oh Jesus Christ this is painful. "Well, I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but when you get excited your tail goes up and I can kinda see everything.

"B-but... It gets so hot in here sometimes! I don't wear underwear because... It just gets so hot." She was on the verge of tears.

Ted preferred it when she was getting angry with him. This was batshit. No girl has ever reacted this way to getting checked out. Especially not to a guy like him.

"I get excited sometimes," she continued. "I can't help my tail. It goes up... It gets so hot. I... I..." She couldn't speak. She was overwhelmed. Dirty dirty. Prude. Dumpy girls like her didn't get their butts looked at. Why was this happening to her now? Shouldn't she feel hot? Sexy? She felt none of that. She felt violated, like everything she deemed safe and friendly had shattered. Dirty. Prude.

"Listen, Sally," Ted implored. "I'm sorry Ok? Just calm the fuck down. You were showing off your ass-" She yelped. "-and I looked at it. Ok? Calm down." He spun back around in his stool and sighed. "It's not my fault you're an exhibitionist."

Sally's trembling stopped. Exhibitionist? Is that what he just called me? Her shaking resumed, but not out of fear or shame. It was anger. Raw, billowing, white-hot rage. He might as well have called her a whore, a slut, a skank. Exhibitionist. You think I was trying to show my butt? Her paws left her behind and balled at her sides into knotted fists. He was the pervert. He was the one taking pictures. He was the one violating her privacy.

Exhibitionist. That word conjured up images of filthy women, nude, twirling on poles as a horde of sweaty slobs showered them in crumpled bills. I'm not some self-flaunting whore. Fury clenched her muscles and swelled in her chest. Like a child approaching a tantrum she growled through her teeth with each exhale.

She lost control. She reached and grabbed the M-TACR. She forcibly twisted it on its swivel, causing it to clack loudly in protest. Ted heard the noise as well as her furious growling and wheezing, but thought it best to ignore it. He would soon be blaspheming himself for that mistake. Sally picked up the M-TACR's remote, a small white rectangle with a few buttons. Her thumb was raised threateningly over the big red button that read ON.

Even in her fury she briefly contemplated what she was about to do. There were three possible outcomes: Nothing would happen at all, he would die, or the machine would perform its exact purpose. The second result was a very real possibility, but Sally didn't care. He called her an exhibitionist.

In movies, when the hero delivers the final blow to the villain, he or she always lets rip a cool one liner. Come on, Sally. Think of something clever. She gritted her teeth. Her thumb ached to strike the button like a threatening mamba.

"EXHIBIT THIS!" she roared. She pressed the button.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

From the square muzzle of the M-TACR came a beam of faint green light that illuminated a small portion of Ted's back. Initially, it did nothing. Ted was just keeping his head down, trying to block out Sally's deranged screaming and the hum of the machine. The energy of the beam slowly phased through his jacket and shirt. Then something happened.

Ted bolted upright in his stool. It felt like someone had stabbed a lit lightbulb into his back. He opened his mouth to scream, but there was no noise. An electrical current ran through his muscles and nerves. His arms lifted up from his sides as if inviting someone for a hug. He managed a stuttered scream.

"G-G-G-G-G-G-KH-KH-KHKKKHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" With the agony of being electrocuted came the bizarre sense of falling. The room seemed to slowly rise up around him like he was sinking into his stool.

Sally could see what was really happening. She watched in wide-eyed wonder. Ted was shrinking. His head grew smaller and his arms retracted into his sleeves. It's working. It's actually working. As Ted retracted into his lab coat, Sally marveled at the M-TACR's success. Ted was dwindling into a fraction of his original size, but at a perfect rate that maintained his proportions. His pants clattered to the floor as did his shirt and coat. Sally suddenly noticed that he was less than a foot tall now. She snapped out of her curious trance. Crap! Before he could be reduced into an infinitesimal nothing, she killed the machine. The green glow vanished and the lab grew silent. Sally was worried that, even now, Ted would continue to recede into himself. Fortunately he stopped. Sally sighed with relief.

Ted's tiny body was sprawled on his back on top of the stool. He panted loudly, finally able to breathe. He stared in total shock at the ceiling. What the fuck just happened? He heard Sally scream something, and the next thing he knew it felt like he had stuck his dick into an outlet. He struggled to sit upright. He blinked a few times and gathered his vision. Where am I? He dragged his paw across the black leather surface of the stool. The tiny fissures in its surface now seemed like trenches as thick as his paw. The triangular patch of material that was missing, hardly the size of a dime, was now the size of a basketball.

Where the fuck am I? He must've passed out and been taken somewhere else. He looked down and saw that he was naked. What the fuck? He gathered his surroundings. He was still in the lab, but everything around him seemed more distant somehow. What he was sitting on was a large, black, circular platform. There's no way. He crawled to the edge and looked down. He screamed and leapt back. Beneath him was a 40 foot drop to the tile floor, or so it seemed. He spun his head around manically, then shrieked again. There, looking down at him in wonder, was a 75 foot tall skunk.

"Sally!" Ted hollered. "What did you do!?"

She just stared at him. She couldn't believe it. He was so teeny! She felt pride swell in her chest. Serves him right. "Well, Teddy. Allow me to introduce you to the M-TACR," she said arrogantly, patting the device. "That's for Malignant Tumor and Cyst Reducer. For the past few weeks we've been running some tests on some simulated tumors with some success, but today we've learned that it works just as well on some anal tissue as well." She giggled at her clever insult.

Ted had nothing to say. She had shrunk him to this size and was the one calling him an asshole. Still struggling to find his balance, he got on his knees. He doubted he would be able to stand anytime soon. Sally noticed now that he was nude. Nude, as in, not wearing any clothes. Naked. Bare. She tensed at the sight of him. Cassie was right. He is sexy. She couldn't take her eyes off of his squared pecs and studded abs. His arms were bulky and well toned. Most controversial was the deeply notched V that pointed to his furry scrotum. Sally's skunk tail bristled. It was her first time seeing a man in his full nature in person.

Of course, she wasn't ignorant of mens' anatomy. She recalled the time she was home alone, browsing the internet when she stumbled upon a lewd website. She found a picture of a hunky skunk boy, one that reminded her of the cute ones she saw on TV. He wore only loose fitting jeans that looked ready to fall down his hips. He was gorgeous, looking back at Sally with emerald eyes she could get lost in. It made her feel a special kind of gooey inside. She explored herself, pulling down her panties and touching herself. She stuck in two fingers and slowly began circling them, building up that gooey feeling into an irresistible pleasure. Soon she was moaning, hitting the sweet spots inside of her.

She experienced her first orgasm, and with it her first wave of masturbatory shame. She had sinned. The carnal impulses she had just succumbed to were slaps in the face of God and her family. Looking in horror at the feminine residue clinging to her fingers and around her splayed vulva, she rushed to the bathroom, waddling as she went with her panties still clinging to her thighs. She shut herself in the bathroom, then scrubbed herself raw in order to rid the filth. She cleaned her body, but not the regret clawing at her soul. Never again she vowed. Never again.

That was a long time ago. She was young and innocent. Sally would cringe at how outrageously she had reacted. It was just how the body worked. It was no big deal. But the damage was done. She avoided porn websites like her life depended on it. If there was a sex scene in a movie or on TV, she would fast forward through it or, if she was with other people, look away subtly and blush. She couldn't stop the way her body reacted to boys she found attractive. When dirty thoughts invaded her head, as they had a habit of doing around cute boys, she would shake her head and curse herself.

Ever since that night she looked up that skunk boy she had denied herself any sexual pleasures. There in the lab, however, she couldn't deny whatsoever what Ted's naked little body was making her feel. That desire was coming back with a vengeance. She squeezed her legs together shyly. I should go. This is wrong. Dirty.

But then a question, buried deep in the fetid catacombs of her psyche, rose to the surface like a malicious sea serpent. It was an evil voice, oppressed into silence ever since that night in front of the skunk boy. Why are you scared of him?

She took a second look at him. He was small, puny. She guessed him to be six inches tall, if that. There was nothing he could do to her, and nothing she couldn't do to him.

He was powerless.

A devilish grin spread across Sally's face. Ted's black ears folded back against his head in fear. He was beginning to register just how small he was. His fists wrenched tentatively. Oh God. What is she planning?

"Hey, Teddy..." she said in a provocative tone he didn't know she possessed.

"Um... yeah?" His throat was choked tight.

"Want in on a little secret?"

Ted furrowed his brow worriedly. He wasn't sure if he did or not. Sally began unbuttoning her lab coat. When it dropped, so did Ted's Jaw.

"I don't wear anything under my smock!" she announced gaily.

Ted could see that much. Before, he could only fantasize about the figure that lay underneath her lab coat. He had prayed that the rest of her body reflected the magnificence that was her ass. She did not disappoint. Her hips, topping the balloon of her rump, swerved inwards to create the nubile curves of her torso. Her breasts were soft globes of gaze-drawing size. They were heavy and full, capped off by her rosy pink nipples. She was gorgeous, the paragon of feminine beauty.

She lifted her arms in a ta-da! gesture. Ted's jaw twitched as he tried to speak. "H... H-h-h.. Ho-homina."

Sally giggled. She was going to give him exactly what he wanted, an exhibition. She was gonna tease him with what he wanted yet couldn't have. There was nothing the little fox could do to her now. The unexpected thing was, she found herself enjoying it. She could see his orange eyes zoom up and down in their sockets as he engorged on her body. Yes, she felt herself blushing modestly, but overcoming that usual shyness was thrill. That sensation of power overcame her, and that voice, growing louder and louder, told her not to be ashamed.

From the fuzzy tip of Ted's sheath slid out his penis, like a snake leaving its den to inspect a noise. Although barely the size of a Tic-Tac, it seemed huge in Sally's eyes as it stood bright pink, noticeable even against the white backdrop of his belly fur. She froze. It was the first one she'd ever seen. The excitement drained out of her. She reminded herself that she was naked, and that he was too. I need to stop. This is going too far.

But what's he gonna do? That voice was back, asking those questions she had tried to dodge. Look at him. He's nothing. There's nothing he can do. Who's the one in charge? It was Sally. She was the one who shrunk him. She was the one giving him a stiffy which, she noticed, was very small.

And who was he? He was the insignificant one. He was the pervert who looked at her butt. He was the one who dared call her an exhibitionist. He was not in charge. He was weak.

Sally ran her paws down her sides and hips. "Like what you see, Teddy?" Her voice had adopted that seductive edge from earlier. He nodded stupidly. "You want some of this?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered.

"Mmm. I thought you did." She began to sway her hips and began to dance like those girls she saw on TV sometimes. Her movements were awkward and jerky. She had zero experience in the realm of exotic dance. She didn't care. She was going to give him the best show she could. She turned her back on him, impressing him with the gleaming white stripe vivisecting her coal black fur. She undid her bun, letting a glistening cascade of platinum hair spill down her back. She took her glasses off and set them on the counter. Her skunk tail swished majestically with her each sway, a fancy blur of black and white that hypnotized him. His eyes swung like duel pendulums, glued on the to and fro of her hips. He felt his cock throb angrily. It wanted action.

Sally halted her sexy dance. She cocked her tail up full tilt and bent over, resting her paws on her knees. She presented a fully uncensored view of her ass. A tear almost left Ted's eye. He reached his paw out for her. He could practically feel the soft flesh of her behind beneath his fingers, soft black fur sifting between them. Oh how he wanted to just get up and span-

It hit him. He realized what she was doing. He didn't know how he didn't see it the moment she started doing it. Sally was a skunk. Her drop-dead gorgeous body did a good job of making him forget that. What were skunks known for? Sally wasn't presenting to him. She was aiming at him.

Ted's outreaching arm fell back to protect himself. "Suh-Sally... You're not..." He gulped. "You wouldn't spray me, would you?"

Sally guffawed. "Spray you? Oh no, no, no, Teddy. I would never do that. I just thought since you like looking at my butt so much, why don't you have a good look?"

Ted was still unsure. Sally's backside was no longer sexy as it was threatening.

"Wanna see it even better?" she asked

Before he could say 'no', Sally backpedaled up to the stool and towered over him. Ted leaned back and fell onto his butt. He'd never been so intimidated in his life. She looked over her shoulder and down at him. She gave him a little wink, and then promptly sat down on him.

Ted screamed and tried to leap away. He wasn't quick enough. He was flattened on his back by the all encompassing mound of her ass. The soft cushion of fur, fat, and muscle was all that kept him from being crushed under her weight. His bones felt ready to break. His screams were lost in the muffle of her fur.

"HRMMMM!"

Sally, meanwhile, was laughing her head off. It came to her on a whim, a spur-of-the-moment kind of idea. Oh, he likes looking at my butt so much? Why don't I give it to him! He was smack in the middle of her right cheek. It was uncomfortable, feeling him grate and grind on her pelvis, but the recompense was worth it. He was getting an exhibit far greater than he had bargained for.

"How do you like the view, Teddy?" she chimed.

"MMMMMMGG!"

When she finally thought he'd had enough, she mercifully lifted her butt to the side. His screaming, now uncovered, continued. He bounced and flailed like a madman. His hypoxic gray matter struggled to put together what was going on. He knew just one thing: he had to get away.

He flipped on his stomach and made a frantic crawl for the edge of the stool. Sally, assuming she had given him ample time to get away, sat back down. Her ass trapped him again, this time catching him right between the canyon of her buttocks. Only his top half was exposed, peeking from her ass-crack and beneath her tail. He clawed at the stool to break free, but her mighty rump would allow no such thing.

She jerked at the sensation of him being jammed where he was. I thought he got out! Even worse was his flurry of kicks that felt like being jabbed with q-tips in the taint.

"Ow! Stop Teddy!" She winced at every blow. "Take it easy!"

"Oh God! Sally! Let me go!"

"Ah! Stop, Teddy! I'll let you-"

Cutting her off was the violent jolt of lightning that stabbed up her spine. She gasped sharply and sat upright like a ruler. Ted's kicking stopped. He'd gotten his foot lodged in an unseen pit which burned hot around his ankle.

"Wha- What the fuck?" He pulled as hard as he could, to no avail. Whatever had his foot was gripping him like a vice. He took his free foot and tried prying the other one out. He succeeded in getting that one stuck too.

Sally was struck with electricity again, and her whole body seized. A powerful force yanked Ted's legs upwards towards her, drawing him deeper and deeper into the pit. He realized what was happening, and raw terror gripped him.

"OH GOD SALLY! ANYTHING BUT THAT! PLEASE!"

Sally wasn't listening, she couldn't. Her jaw was locked open in shock. What was this feeling? "Oh... Oh my God. Teddy, you're..." She couldn't finish. A paralyzing tickle was fingering up into her gut. She was gripping Ted's legs, and reacted in ways she didn't think possible.

Ted's legs were slowly devoured by her clenching hole. His knees drew inside of her and his struggles became desperate. He sank his claws into the stool leather. Coils of black fabric snaked from underneath his claws as he was dragged deeper. He could only continue screaming.

Sally was close to hyperventilating. The oncoming arousal was overwhelming. "T-Teddy. Oh my God." Her voice was shaky and wavered. "You've got me so... so hot." She reached her paw down into her moistening folds like a victim holding a bleeding wound. Her cunt twitched and burned as if in carnal protest over the attention her other hole was getting. She was loath to ignore it. Her fingers dug in, and she let loose the first moan. "Oooh, yes, Teddy, yes..." she hummed.

Ted was waist deep now. "NNNHH! No, Sally, No!" he grunted.

She wobbled to her feet. She staggered over to the wall counter and just stopped herself from collapsing. She bent forward, resting her elbows on the rough countertop. Ted was hanging halfway out of her behind. Wrapped around his waist was her bright pink sphincter, which continued to squeeze him inside.

"SA-HUH-LLY! PL-HEE-EASE!" He gripped the hairs on the inside of her buttocks, but that would not save him.

Sally's fingers began twirling madly. Muscle memory came into play. Movements thought long forgotten after so many years without masturbating were replicated to a tee.

"Mmmph! Oh! Yah!" she moaned.

Her anus would not relent. Ted was up to his shoulders, clinging to her ass hairs for dear life. They were stretched taut, bulging the follicles from her skin. The horror was well-written on his face.

"Don'-!"

Sally's body clenched violently. Her fingers collided with a special spot she'd long neglected. Ted's head and shoulders vanished inside of her. His paws were ripped from her fur and clapped together.

"MMGH!" His arms reached from her sphincter like a drowning swimmer sinking into the water. Finally his paws vanished, leaving nothing left of him but a bright pink pucker amid an ocean of black fur. His muffled screams bellowed from her still clenching anus as he was pulled in deeper. "MMMMMGMM! MMMPH! MMF! MMMG-MMM*"

She did it! She ate him! Her ass claimed his whole body. She could feel herself stretching painfully around him. It was glorious. The very knowledge that he was inside of her was intoxicating. She sensed his squirming presence travel deeper and deeper, seemingly up into her tummy. She screamed his name over and over. Background to the cacophony of her voice was the rude squelch of her cunt being attacked.

"YES! OH GA'H! YES! MMH! YES! TEDDY! YEEEEESSSSS!!!"

Her resulting climax was ethereal. Her screaming stopped as the ecstasy ripping through her body trapped the air in her lungs. Her cunt spewed forth a triumphant jet of heavenly water that splattered hard against the counter wall. It stopped abruptly, resumed, stopped, resumed, until it faded into a steady drip from her savage womanhood. The orgasm seemed to shred every fiber of her being. It was like warm holy water was being poured down her back in a fizzling waterfall. She squirmed and moaned even after it was all over. The pleasure was deeply settled in her nethers. Her hair hung unkempt over her face. She blew it off and chuckled.

That. Was. Amazing. She didn't feel dirty, or prudish. She felt like a woman, a queen, a goddess. She felt mighty. She had made that little pervert her sex toy, and there was nothing he could dop about it. She gave a cute little wiggle to her butt.

"Mmmm, Teddy..."

She opened her eyes. Teddy. He was still inside of her. With the pleasure fading, her muscles began to relax, allowing his return to the surface. She could feel him worming his way towards her tailhole.

"Mmmmmm, Teddy, You might be a little... Mm... pervert, but you sure know how to... Oh... push my buttons. Mmhhh..."

"MMGMMGHMMMGG!" Ted's head popped free. His maw sprung open to suck in as much air as he could. "GUUUUUHHHH!!!" He looked like hell. His face and head was smeared in a clearish phlegm. His fur was ratty and matted horribly. His eyes were bloodshot; his pupils shrank painfully from the saucers they had become inside of her infinite darkness to pinpricks. Around his neck was a wrinkled collar of pink flesh that choked him mercilessly. "OH MY GAWD! SALLY! LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEEEASE!"

Sally tensed at the sound of his voice. She could feel his raw terror. Now that the pleasure was gone, the pain of having a fox rammed up her butt replaced it. Hearing his fear and the newfound pain made her panic.

"Ooooh! Mmph. Uh, easy Teddy! Ah!"

He struggled fiercely trying to break his shoulders past the iron grip of her sphincter. She hissed in pain and tensed reflexively. Her anus gave his head a sharp tug. He was pulled up to his ears, chubbying his face and bringing him dangerously close to disappearing again.

"No! Please Sally! Ah! Don't suck-! Mmg! Me back in!" he begged.

Sally's teeth clenched. "Teddy! Stop moving! I'm not trying to- Oh! Suck you in. Mm! I'm trying not to!" She hissed at the sharp pangs brought about by the jostling of his elbows. He couldn't hope to barge through the mighty muscles encroaching him, but he did send some discomfort Sally's way. She wanted badly, though nowhere near as badly as him, for him to be out of her. Desperate to flush him out, she grunted and flexed. Instead of ejecting him out, she triggered the wrong muscle.

The result was catastrophic.

Ted felt a sudden shift on the flanks of his head. He didn't even have time to ask What? From the inner folds of Sally's sphincter came two strawberry-red nozzles that squirted a duel fantail of foul musk. Skunks are able to shoot their spray up to three meters accurately. The nauseous fluid can burn a victim's sense of smell, blind the eyes, and stick to the fur for weeks.

Ted received a full blast, point blank. It felt like his face was being held in front of an acid-spewing fire hydrant. The spray splattered across the lab and soaked several innocent pieces of equipment, including the electron microscope.

Sally slammed her paw over her snout, both out of embarrassment and to cover her nose from the horrific smell she had just unleashed. Ted could not afford such a luxury. He became nothing but a fit of hacks, coughs, and violent retches. Lost under the musk dripping off of his face were endless tears. His scrunched up nose, oozing snot, felt like it was being fucked by two lit blowtorches.

"Ehkhh... Ulk... Echhh... Jeez Sally... Ack!"

Sally tried not to laugh. "Sorry, Teddy!"

Ted Roberts was a defeated man. His jaw hung slack with his tongue lolling out lazily. His leaking eyes sported scleras more red than white. His ears were slumped. Any and all resistance he could put up was effectively destroyed.

Sally couldn't help but find it kinda funny, in a sick, twisted way. It was poetic justice carried out in its utmost. The little horndog who couldn't keep it sheathed got the ending he deserved. It made her feel strong. She had reduced him into a little sex toy to be played with. He knew how to please a girl, though. She could throw him that bone, at least.

"I should've warned you Teddy," she said. "I'm really primed to go off when I'm nervous or excited. You got me all riled up, and I couldn't help it!"

"Sally..." Ted groaned. It cost him all of his remaining energy to muster his voice. He sounded half-dead. "I'll never look at your butt again. I'll do whatever you want. Just please let me out." His voice cracked with emotion. "Please."

Listening to his plea gave her pause. It reminded her of the hold she had on him. His freedom or imprisonment was her decision, and hers alone. She was in control. She had the power.

"Hmm," she pondered, giving a thoughtful tilt to her butt. "Let you out? What to do... What to do..."

She giggled.

* * *

It was 8:47 and close to the time Sally had to shut the place down. She was working in front of the M-TACR, a proud smile on her face. She had gotten a lot accomplished that day. As she wrote down several readings and observations on her clipboard, she tried her best to ignore the pungent odor of bleach that was suffused in the air. Sally had felt fortunate to find the lab supply closet unlocked, and in it a mop bucket. She scrubbed the bujeezus out of one particular section of the floor and wiped down several pieces of equipment. She had overdosed the mop water with bleach crystals, making sure everything she touched was extra clean.

Her lab coat was buttoned up in her usual conservative manner. Her white hair was in a neat bun and her glasses were perched studiously on her snout. On a tray in front of the M-TACR's muzzle was a simulated tumor. She fired the machine up.

vrrrrRRRMMMM!!!

Immediately the meaty sphere began to shrink into nothing. Sally was elated with the results. In fact, she felt quite... excited. Her tail sprung upwards, revealing her black haunches. She heard a frightened gasp. She grinned slyly.

"What's wrong, Teddy? I thought you liked it when I got excited?"

"No! Sally! Please! Not agai-mmgh! Mmph! Mmgh! Mmmg! NNMMMMMMMMMM*!"

THE END (?)