Scent of a Rose
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmm..." came a yawn, filling the room draped in bright, sparkling streamers of sunlight.
"Morning already?" mumbled a wolf groggily as he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. Slowly, he tossed the sheets aside and rose from bed, half-staggering out the door and into the hallway.
Turning the corner into the next room he stepped into the bathroom, walking over to the tub and flipping on the shower. After a moment to let the water warm, he stepped inside the comforting, hot, steamy deluge. Murring softly to himself, he washed his fur clean of the day and night as soapy water poured over his slender form; gently flowing down his legs and off his feet into the tube, taking with it any unwanted grime.
The wolf continued to sigh happily, finishing his shower almost 20 minutes later. Stepping out of the tub, he lightly dried his tan-colored fur with a towel, using a low-powered blow-dryer to take the dampness away. Opening the nearest draw, he pulled out a stick of deodorant, applying it liberally under both his arms, surrounding himself with a fresh, clean scent.
After taking a few moments to brush his teeth he grabbed a bottle of cologne, spraying it along his neck, his chest and under his arms. The pretty scent wafted through the room, filling it quickly as he waved his paws about his body, to make sure the scent didn't stick too strongly. Finally, he played around with his hair. It was rather long, and he wanted to make sure it was arranged nicely.
Once he was completely satisfied, he returned to his room and picked out a set of clean clothes, still smelling of the flowery, scented dryer sheets he had thrown in with them. After he was clothed, he went down to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before heading out the door for work.
His job wasn't very far from his home, so normally, he just walked to and from work. Glancing around, he was always made somewhat uncomfortable by the more unkempt people walking the streets. It was a big city, after all; the streets were very crowded, and the more people there are, the more there are who appear less than appealing. For the most part he tried to just ignore them and go on his way. Occasionally, though, he may get a whiff of someone who smelled as if they hadn't showered, or be brushed against by someone who looked as if they didn't care how horrid their old, ripped clothing or scraggly hair looked.
These times it was near impossible to prevent an outburst of disgust upon the individual. He felt being polite was a necessity, though. So, he nearly always found a way to hold his tongue. No matter how disgusted he may have become. It was just a part of the place in which he lived, and he knew that he had to accept it.
"Pardon me," came a voice from behind him, rousing him from his own thoughts about the coming day at work.
The wolf turned quickly to spy a young, somewhat slender skunkette standing not far behind him, staring back at him in a perplexed manner. She was modestly dressed in a light-pink camisole top that stopped just short of her waist, showing off maybe half and inch of midriff. Her lower attire consisted of a short, black skirt ending just above the knees. On her feet were white sneakers, scrunched up white, cotton crew socks protruding out of the tops and around the bottoms of her legs.
"She's... rather attractive...," thought the wolf as his eyes took in her figure, wondering what it was she wanted of him.
She took a couple steps closer, now having his attention, her long, thick, luxurious tail weaving back and forth behind her as she strode forward, her long, white hair swaying back and forth, her decently-sized bosom lightly bouncing, and her large hips rocking with each step. As she moved, the wolf's nose caught a whiff of a very foul odor, his eyes almost watering from the stink. While skunk was the first thing that crossed his mind, he quickly discerned that was not it, it was simply the smell of thick, pungent, putrid BO. As the skunkette moved closer it was very clear that the odor was emanating from her.
"Ugggghh, does she ever even bathe?" shouted the wolf within his mind, fighting the instinctual urge to back away from the pungent individual, knowing he couldn't do such a rude thing. To attempt to not cover his nose he opened his maw slightly, breathing through it as discretely as possible as the skunkette began to speak.
"Hi. Sorry to bother you. I'm sure you're very busy. I'm just a tourist looking for the museum. The map I had said it was supposed to be somewhere around here, but I can't seem to find it. I really want to check it out. Supposedly they have these huge exhibits on lower animals and nature," she said, her arms thrown up into the air to accentuate her speech, billowing more of her noxious, musky stench into the air and around the wolf.
The thick, musky, earthy taste of her stench filled his mouth and coated his tongue, forcing him to use all the strength he could muster to keep from acknowledging it outwardly. A small tear forming in the corner of his eye from the intense stench entering his mouth being the only reaction he failed to prevent.
"Oh, the museum is one and a half blocks east of here," he responded quickly, hoping to be rid of her as soon as possible.
"Ah, I see. Thank you very much. All the streets names just seem to jumble together and all the blocks look the same, it just seems so easy to get lost here. Thanks again for your help," said the skunkette, smiling happily. She walked by him, stretching her arms high above her head and yawning, her exposed armpits giving off a horrid stench, combined with a thick musky odor just from her fur itself.
The wolf nearly cried from the repulsive stink as he prematurely tried breathing through his nose. After a moment he breathed a sigh of relief as the smell had dissipated and he was rid of the odor's source. He quickly checked his suit, sniffing at it to make sure it hadn't taken on any of that female's stink, becoming satisfied as he only smelled his thick, flowery cologne. Crossing the street so that he wouldn't chance a second meeting with the skunkette, as he was heading in the same direction he continued on his way to work.
The wolf walked through the doorway, kicking off his shoes and flipping on the TV before grabbing something to drink. Work had been the same as everyday, which he didn't mind. The normalcy of the day's continuance had all but washed the unpleasant morning's events from his memory. Sitting down with a can of pop, he flipped through the channels for a while, settling on some old sitcom rerun.
As the show finished he retreated to the bathroom, running yet another shower. After soaking his fur and washing away the small amount of sweat the workday had produced, he dried off and once again added all his deodorants and colognes to his sleek frame. Grabbing a pair of black dress pants and an ivory dress shirt he changed for the coming night.
It was a Friday, and most Fridays he went out to enjoy himself. Grabbing a sports jacket, he went out to his car and started driving downtown. The short drive landed him at his usual haunt; a moderately-sized nightclub, Parfum. While generally, gatherings such as a club or bar would give him nightmares from the riff-raff that could be found in such establishments, he had found this one quite to his liking. It was a non-smoking establishment, and rather high-class, so the undesirables of society were rarely ever found there. It was a nice, pleasant place to spend an afternoon hanging around with others, having a few drinks, and watching some television.
"Hey there, Garret," said the bartender as he walked inside, taking a seat at one of the stools. Being a somewhat longtime regular, he was known by a good portion of the staff and patrons at the club.
"Hello, Warren," responded the wolf. "Could I get a glass of white wine?"
"Coming right up."
The wolf enjoyed himself as the night progressed, mingling with the other patrons, watching the game that was on TV having some more to drink but careful not to get drunk, as he would have to be driving back home. He even flirted with a couple of the more sophisticated-looking females there, including some childlike shenanigans of "Hey look, the bouncer let in a homeless person! Got you!"
As the night wore on, Garret felt himself feeling far more inebriated than he was comfortable with. He even got to a point where he had to go to the bathroom because he was feeling so nauseous.
"Damn. I won't be able to drive home like this," floated around in his swimming mind as he stepped up to a sink, bending over it. After a moment or two the nausea seemed to subside and he began to stand, when suddenly a handpaw swung in front of him, a cloth placed over his muzzle. He struggled, trying to yell out, but suddenly felt very tired, his eyes growing heavy, fighting to stay awake, but losing pathetically. Within a moment he was unconscious.
Warren, the bartender looked up to see Garret being led by a large, chubby, but still attractive female brown bear. She was wearing a long, elegant black evening dress, adorned with light silver glitter.
"What happened?" asked the bartender.
"He came stumbling out of the bathroom just as I was coming out of the woman's. He nearly fell over and when I caught him he asked me to drive him home," she said to him.
"Is that true Garret?" asked Warren.
The wolf nodded, his arm weakly reaching into his pocket, puling out his keys, barely holding them by the ring on a finger as he passed them to the bear, who took them from him and nodded to the bartender. He nodded back to her as she half-walked, half-dragged him to the door and outside. Due to her being between Garret and the bartender, he never noticed her arm up the back of Garret's shirt, bobbing his head to answer by grabbing the neck, and reaching through his sleeve to guide his arm.
Garret awoke with a groan, disoriented. He looked around, but didn't recognize anything about where he was. It was a dimly lit room, appearing to be a bedroom. He was lying on a bed in the middle of it, the sheets a mess and crumpled beneath him as if it hadn't been made for the last couple days. Soon the smell hit his nose, a deep, earthy smell of musk, sweat, and BO. The wolf winced at the smell, his nose wrinkling as he quickly went to push himself up... but never got off the bed sheets.
Now completely lucid, his eyes went wide as he looked at his arms and legs, that weren't responding to his commands. Again he tried to move them, but beyond his shoulders and a small portion of his forearm, they wouldn't move at all as he wanted. He realized then that he couldn't even feel them at all.
"Wha...What is this?!" shouted the wolf, trying to force himself up, but unable to.
"Oh, you're finally awake," came a voice as a door across the room opened slowly, letting more light into the room, revealing a figure standing within the frame. "That's good. Now we can get started on the fun," came a feminine voice, a voice that was familiar, but that he couldn't place exactly.
The figure slowly walked into the room with a sultry walk, stepping up to the bed as the wolf's eyes adjusted, realizing who it was.
"Y...You! That skunkette from before! Wha...What...?" started the wolf.
"Oh, I'm so happy you remembered me!" cut in the skunkette gleefully. Smiling from ear to ear. "You can call me Vanessa!" she said as her tail twitched happily behind her.
"Yes...Vanessa, my name is Garret...please, call a doctor... I can't seem to move my arms and legs. I think something is terribly wrong," said Garret quickly, wanting to receive treatment for whatever happened quickly.
"Oh, no. I assure you everything is perfectly as it should be," replied the skunkette, still smiling happily.
"W...What?" stammered the wolf.
"Oh, well we gave each of your limbs a nice shot of a paralyzer. They should stay nice and immobile for at least the next half a day or so!" she said cheerfully.
"What?! Why?! Why would you do that?! And what do you mean we?!" shouted the wolf, angrily and fearfully.
"Well of course so you can't resist or get away. Why else? Hehe. And as for 'we,'" she trailed off as a large, chubby, female, brown bear entered the room behind her, shutting the door once she was inside.
"She's the one that took you from the club? Her name is Sara. You were so drunk. Hehehe," chuckled the skunkette joyfully.
"How? I only had three glasses of wine the whole night?"
"Oh, that's easy. You should make better choices who you fraternize with," chimed in the bear. "That vixen you were flirting with. When she made you look at the door with that homeless person joke, we had paid her to drug you drink while you weren't looking. It greatly intensified the intoxication effect. Had we not made you seem drunk on your ass, it would've been really hard finding a way to knock you out in the bathroom believably and get you out of the club."
"Yup, exactly! Hehehe," laughed the skunkette.
"Why? Why would you do all of this to me?!" cried out the wolf.
"To have fun with you of course," replied the skunkette. I could smell at that flowery cologne that you wear from almost 20 feet away when I first met you that day when I was scouting a victim. People like you, that shroud your natural selves in unnatural scents, you're all so fun to play with! Hehe," she explained.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"We like our natural smells, and we like sharing them with males even more... whether they want to or not," she said, smiling happily.
"Preferably when they don't want us to. It is so much fun torturing males like you with our smell," said the female bear with an evil smirk, the skunkette nodding in agreement. "We've been following you around since that day she marked you as a target, waiting for the perfect time to take you. That club was it."
"Well, now that he doesn't have anymore questions, how about we get started," spoke the skunkette eagerly.
"Sounds good to me," replied the bear.
"No! Wait! I demand you let me go this instant!" shouted the wolf in a fury.
Both of the girls stopped and exchanged glances before bursting out into hysterics.
"Oh, that was a good one!" laughed the bear.
"Yeah, he 'demands,'" chuckled the skunkette. "Guess it's time we show him what his current situation is."
With that, the skunkette's giant, thick, fluffy tail curled around her and moved towards the wolf. Forgetting his current disability in his sudden fear, he tried to get up and run away, failing completely as the skunkette's tail captured his head, wrapping around it and burying his entire head in her tail fur. The intense reek of her bodily musk was saturated in the fur, causing the wolf to gag and cough on the stink, his eyes starting to water as it flowed into his nostrils with each agonizing breath.
"Noooooo!" wailed the wolf, weakly struggling within the grasp of the tail. "Ugh, this... this stench is so... unbearable! Release me!"
The skunkette merely giggled, her tail wrapping tighter around his head and rubbing up and down against his face, smearing some of her reek into his fur. After a few torturous moments, forced to smell her rancid tail she slowly released his head, giggling.
"Well, since he always tries to smell so pretty, why don't we make him look the part before we really get down to business?" suggested the skunkette.
"Sounds good to me," agreed the bear, grinning sadistically as she walked over to the closet, rummaging in it for a few moments. Soon she came out, holding a pink tank leotard with holes in the sides; a large, filly, pink tutu; a pair of long, think, bright pink thigh-high socks, some thick, pink, fingerless sleeves, and a thick diaper, throwing them all on the bed in front of the wolf.
"Now you'll get to look all pretty like the girl you must be trying to be with all the flowery-smelling junk," she grinned. "The diaper doubling for the fact that...well, we're going to be playing for a loooong time."
Both of the females moved in close to him, pulling off his pants, socks, and underwear with relative ease, due to his near inability to struggle. In spite of his current handicap, the wolf still struggled with all his might, though, becoming rather exhausted despite having caused little outward resistance. The girls began to pull off his shirt, and he used the one weapon he still had at his disposal, biting at them, effectively stopping their actions.
"Well, seems this one is a real fighter," mused the skunkette. "we were going to do this anyway...but I guess we have to do it sooner now."
The bear smiled evilly and pulled off her pantyhose slowly in front of the wolf, the thick, smell of musk and sweat of her leg fur wafting through the room and across his face as she did, making him wince and try breathing just through his mouth.
"Hehe, that won't last for long," said the bear as she roughly grabbed him and pulled him to her, the skunkette holding him by the back of his head as the bear pulled her pantyhose tight, wrapping it around and around his muzzle, tightly so he couldn't open his muzzle the slightest bit, tying the feet of her hose into a knot at the end, letting it dangle against his nose, her foot odor and the smell of her sweat floating from them into his nose with each sniff he was forced to take.
He thrashed his head back and forth, trying to get the smelly clothing away from his nose, but all it did was wave it in front of his nose, making the smell worse, making him sniff more of the vinegary, musky odor.
With Garret muzzled and his only means of defense neutralized, the two pulled off his shirt and rendered the wolf fully naked. The skunkette picked up the thick, padded, diaper and slid it under him, pulling it between his legs and pinning it, causing his legs to spread a bit from the thick crotch. The bear followed by pulling the thick, pink socks up his legs all the way towards the tops of his thighs. Once she had they both slid the leotard onto his torso and pulled the giant tutu onto his waist, both of them finally pulling the thick fingerless sleeves over his hands and up his arms, completing the girly outfit for the helpless male.
"There, now you match your girly tendencies," giggled the skunkette.
The wolf could only groan in objection, the stench of the pantyhose around his muzzle agonizing him with each sniff.
Both of the girls slowly began to undress before the wolf, shaking their hips in a sultry manner as they stripped down to their bras and panties, and socks as well in Vanessa's case. The stench of sweat and musk in the room instantly became many times thicker, making Garret writhe and gag upon the bed, wishing so much that he was anywhere but in this room. The entire room began to smell like a very over-used locker room.
Both of his captors giggled at his useless struggles, watching the helpless male squirm.
"So, what should we start with on him?" asked Sara.
"I think I know," giggled the skunkette, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra, letting it fall away, her boobs bouncing slightly together as she slid onto the bed. Sara chuckled softly as followed suit, joining the skunkette and wolf.
Garret stared in horror at the two girls as they moved closer to him, unsure of what they were going to do, but knowing he did not want to find out. Both of them slowly crawled up to him, gently rubbing up against his socked legs, the stench of their sweaty, musky bodies only getting worse and worse with each inch they grew closer.
"We probably should warn you," started Sara, "we never, ever have let perfume, or deodorant touch any parts of our bodies." The bear grinned, rubbing up against his back as her head grew closer and slower to his own.
"And while we do bathe, we're not dirty people or anything, we haven't bathed for somewhere between one and two weeks now, in preparation for our new playmate we'd be obtaining," giggled the skunkette, slowly climbing up his front, her face nearing his own as well.
Both grinned and gave the wolf a kiss on either cheek before Vanessa slowly climbed further up the wolf, her breasts directly in front of his face. She giggled and straddled the wolf's chest, reaching her handpaws behind his head and pulling his face right between her breasts, burying his nose in the fur between them.
"Mmm, with how my bra always holds them close together, that space gets sooo sweaty and smelly after a while," she said with a big smile, pressing on the back of his head, rubbing it up and down, and grinding his face into the smelly valley between her boobs.
Garret gagged and coughed as he was left with no choice but to inhale the thick, odor of musk and sweat between her breasts, moaning as he felt the wet, warm fur rubbing against his face fur, leaving its musky stink all over him, making him reek of her musk.
The skunkette happily kept him in there for almost 20 minutes, the stench never ceasing to make Garret want to cry with every breath, Sara helping to force his face deep into the skunkette's rack.
Finally he was let out, but only for a moment as Sara quickly grabbed him, rubbing noses with him softly, sniffing his face.
"Oooh, you really stink there, Ms. Wolf. But..." the bear grinned as she pushed back from Garret before laying forward, smothering his face between her large breasts, an equally disgusting stench of musk and sweat wafting over him, but unique, mixing with the smell on his face left by Vanessa to make the stench all the worse. The bear rubbed herself against the wolf, her sweaty, smelly fur painting his face with more rancid stink with every passing, the poor wolf weakly squirming beneath her weight, gagging and coughing. Trying not to breath, but failing after only a moment or two and only having to breathe the stench deeper than before.
The bear placed her paws on the sides of her boobs, pressing them in against the sides of his head, rubbing them both back and forth against his muzzle and cheeks, not only adding more stink to his fur, but disturbing her own fur, only making the smell worse and worse every second. The wolf was starting to feel sick, and a little lightheaded, but before the stink took him to unconsciousness the bear finally rose off of him, letting him have some air, even if it was polluted with the vile smells wafting around his head.
The bear grinned down upon the wolf, slowly pushing up into a kneeling position.
"Now, it's my turn to decide how we have fun," she growled happily.
"Please... No... no, more..." choked out the wolf. Though, with his muzzle bound it came out more like "Mmmmph... Mmm... mmm, Mmph."
"Oh, I know what to do," said the bear suddenly, reaching to the wolf's muzzle, and slowly untying the pantyhose from it.
"Wait... is this... really happening? Are they finally going to let me go?" thought the wolf, a glimmer of hope sparking in the back of his mind as he tried to not gag on the disgusting odor surrounding him.
Just as she had almost completely untied his muzzle, she clasped her paw around it. She was surprisingly strong, and even as he tried, Garret could not move his jaw at all. Sara bent forward, slowly, very slowly bringing her muzzle down to his cheek and ghosting her nose up his cheek to his ear. Once there, she whispered into his ear, softly, yet forcefully.
"I'm going to untie your muzzle completely. While it is untied, you'll do exactly as we tell you. If you do not, I promise you, you will not leave here without shit caked throughout every inch of your fur. Do we have an understanding?"
The wolf almost vomited at the words. "Any... I'll do anything you want as long as you don't do something like that!" he cried out as she let his muzzle go just enough to speak.
"Good little bitch," she sneered, completely releasing his muzzle and moving back into a kneeling position, pulling the pantyhose with her away from his face and dropping it off to the side. Slowly she swayed her torso and hips above him as she slid her handpaws down her sides, stopping at her waist. As they arrived, her fingers slipped into her panties, dragging them down her thick thighs, all the way down to her knees before she slowly, leg by leg, moved up the wolf's body, until she was almost straddling his neck.
"You know, every girl loves getting eaten out," she murred, stroking his head as he starred up at her in fear. "So, that's just what you're going to do. Now get eating, or you know what'll happen to you," she said, grinning. "Oh, and we are girls who, as they say, have a lot of cheese on the taco. So it should be really nice for you down there."
Garret looked up at her in horror. Neither option was anything even close to acceptable. But one was still better than the other, so begrudgingly, with tears in his eyes, he complied, pressing his muzzle to her cunt. The smell was terrible, a horribly thick musk combined with a foul, sour smell. He gagged and chocked the second it hit his nostrils, pulling back a bit. Sara stopped him, grabbing his head and shoving it deep into her crotch.
"Uh-uh. You made your decision. There's no going back on it now," she said, holding his head tightly between her thighs, burying his face in her cunt. She slowly began humping his face, not only forcing him more against the smelly hole, but making the smell even more pungent, and smearing the stink into his face fur. He groaned and gagged as the smell only grew fouler.
"I don't feel any tongue. You better get to work... or else," taunted the bear.
Reluctantly, the wolf opened his maw, sticking his tongue out into her, a sour, musky taste filling his mouth as he did. He shirked back, but knowing he had no other choice, placed his tongue back inside, slowly moving it around inside of her. She moaned softly atop him, still humping his face.
"That's it. Good bitch. More. Go in and out. And deeper," she growled.
He obeyed, pushing his tongue deep insider her cunt, dragging it along her vaginal walls before pulling back, pushing his tongue back inside, repeating the process over and over, the bear thrusting against his face faster and faster. The stink of her crotch only grew worse with every passing second, Garret's eyes filled with water, his nose scrunching at the stink with each inhalation. All the while praying that even 10 showers would be enough to make him not stink of this horrid odor. After 10 or so more minutes of constant eating and humping she slammed her crotch hard into his face as it exploded, cumming all over him, her cum and musky vaginal juices soaking his face fur complete.
She smiled, rubbing his ears a bit as he groaned in the musk, unable to do anything but breathe it and all the past smells still stuck to him in.
"Well, skunk, you're up next," said the bear as she moved off of Garret, Vanessa taking her place, laying down next to the wolf.
"Well, I just wanna cuddle and make out with my wolfie," said the skunkette, smiling widely as she crawled atop Garret, laying on him, her giant, fluffy tail running along his body, brushing against his cheek and muzzle, wafting her musk into his nose yet again, eliciting more squirming and gagging from the wolf.
The skunkette merely giggled, bringing her muzzle to his, opening it slowly and breathing heavily out into his face. Garret nearly went cross-eyed at the horribly bad breath that blew across his face, yielding more gags and squirming.
"Ugghh! Let me go! Enough! I can't take any more!" he shouted. His protests fell upon deaf ears though as the skunkette continued to breath in his face, slowly sticking out her tongue and running it over his lips and nose, leaving a thick, slimy trail of saliva. It smelled horrid, an intense, sour stink that flooded the wolf's nose.
Vanessa then opened her maw widely, lowing it and engulfing Garret's inside. Grinning as her maw covered the end of the wolf's, she started breathing even heavier, each sour, rancid release of gas a disgusting, gag-inducing experience for the wolf. He thrashed and squirmed all he could, but couldn't break free, only making the skunkette giggle and breathe even more stench into his nose.
As she breathed on his muzzle, her saliva drooled out of her maw, all over his nose, mouth and down his muzzle, spreading the stench inside her mouth all over his face. After a few minutes she released him, a bit dazed from the intense smell. Before he even recovered her mouth was at his, spreading it open and deeply kissing him. A weak groan of protest was all he could muster as her tongue danced around in his maw, drool pouring into his mouth, spreading the sour taste of her breath into his own maw. She continued polluting his mouth with her tongue and drool for almost half an hour, ensuring his breath would be as rancid as hers for weeks, if not longer.
"There, now every time you breathe out your mouth, you can smell my breath and think of me!" she said happily, gliding her tongue over his lips and nose again and again, leaving more and thicker slimy trails of putrid drool all over his face fur, finally pulling back, but stopping as she parted her lips about a foot above his face as a thick, glob of spit a few inches in diameter hung from her mouth. She grinned, slowly bringing it back down towards his face, making the wolf thrash, moving his head left to right, trying to get away from the smelly glob.
"No! No! Please, no more! Ugh that one smells so bad! Even worse than all the other spit on my face! Please, I'm begging you!" shouted the wolf as he squirmed.
"Oh, well if you're begging for it," giggled the skunkette through her mostly closed maw.
"Noooooooo....!" Cried Garret.
His cries were useless though as she opened her mouth, letting the putrid ball of liquid drop, splattering on his face and muzzle, spreading the foul, sour odor of her mouth completely across his face, saturating his fur with it.
Vanessa giggled as she pushed up off the stinking, moaning wolf, sitting back in the bed to pass to torture torch over to Sara. The large, brown bear grinned widely as she slid over to the helpless wolf.
"I've been waiting for this part. Somewhat of a specialty of mine, you could say. It'll be sure to have you screaming for death." Her evil grin widened as the horror in Garret's face spread as she put a handpaw behind his head, lifting him up into a sitting position.
"Have fun," she sneered as she slowly raised her other arm into the air, the horrible stink of sweat, body odor, and musk flowing out from her pit, so intense that even Vanessa was holding her nose a bit from the intense reek.
"No, not that! Please not that!" shouted the wolf.
"Well, ya know what they say, life's the pits," snorted the bear as she slammed his face into her armpit, clamping her arm down around his head, holding it securely in its smelly prison of fur and a bit of flab. She murred as she crushed his head into her noxious armpit with her bicep, making his face rub against her armpit over and over, grinding her pit stink deep into his fur, engraining it into his pores and hair. Her armpits were still nice and sweaty, smearing her warm, wet sweat all over his face at the same time.
Garret was in hell. He groaned and gagged with each sniff he was forced to take, not even able to open his mouth to breathe through it due to the pressure. Without a doubt, this was the worst smell he had ever experienced in his life. And the most rancid, intensely smelling armpit he had ever had the misfortune to come across. He could feel the nausea rising and his head spinning from the disgusting odor.
"Mmmm, good little girl. Now worship them. Show me just how much you love my armpits, their stink, their taste. Praise them!" ordered the bear as she flexed and relaxed her bicep, causing her armpit to rub against and squeeze Garret's face in the warm, wet, furry, smelly pit.
The wolf groaned in agony, aghast at the thought of actually having to not only withstand such rancid, disgusting conditions, but having to go as far as to worship them. However, he really had no choice, relenting after a few moments. He began to nuzzle into the center of her armpit, submissively nosing at it, crying and gagging as he got the unbearably smelly, rancid musk and sweat all over his nose.
"Good little bitch. Sniff it, deeply. I better be able to feel the sucking of your nose," growled the bear dominantly. Garret cried even more in her pit, shoving his nose deeply into the reeking, wet, warm fur of her armpit, before breathing in as deeply as he could, the horrid smell so intense he could barely stand it, pulling back a bit against her arm.
"Uh-uh. Keep sniffing like that until I say you can stop. And nuzzle that pit, show your love for it," said Sara, keeping him firmly in her armpit.
Garret reluctantly retuned his nose deep into the dank pit, rubbing it up and down slowly, as lovingly as he could while being the most disgusted he had ever been in his life. As he continued to nuzzle the smelly pit, now being forced to rub her smell into his face fur himself, he began to sniff at her pit deeply again. The horrid stench was only being made worse by the rubbing of his muzzle, and each sniff of all the stink in such a small area set his nose on fire, causing him to gag and cough, eyes watering profusely.
After a full ten minutes the bear finally allowed him to stop sniffing her pit as she pulled him out, his fur wet and matted from her sweat, a few wisps of steam coming off his fur as her musky stink stuck tightly to his face even once it was free.
"Now, that was a wonderful scent to have the opportunity of smelling, wasn't it?" asked the bear, grinning.
"How co..." started Garret, but looking back at her, he could tell answering anything other than what she wanted to hear would be considered non-compliance on his part. Head hung low in shame, he spoke quietly.
"Yes, I loved it..."
"What was that?" asked the bear in a mocking tone.
"I... loved it," replied the wolf louder, eyes closed in the shame of having to say something like that.
"Oh! Well, if you loved it so much, I have a whole other pit for you to praise!" said the bear, laughing as she threw up her other arm, grabbing the wolf by the head once again.
"Please! Just let me go already!" groaned out the wolf before he was once again engulfed in a world of fur, sweat, and musky stink.
"Now lick. Suckle on my pit too. Drink that glorious pit juice. You know you love it!" mocked the bear as she crushed him more into the new, stinking pit.
Garret nearly retched at the very idea. How could he possibly do something that vile? The smell alone was worse than a landfill.
"I'm getting impatient. Unless you want to get to punishment right now," threatened Sara.
After a couple more seconds of hesitation, the wolf finally relented, opening his muzzle and wrapping his lips around some of her armpit fur, feeling the warm wetness of her sweat that saturated it. Slowly he began to suckle on the fur tuft, tasting wave after wave of the salty, musky liquid that flowed from the smelly armpit.
"That's it bitch. Drink up. I've got plenty to fill you up," laughed the bear sadistically.
Garret whined as he continued to suck on the bear's pitfur, more and more of the pit musk and sweat pouring down his throat. After a while he pulled his mouth away, opening it again and gently dragging his tongue along the insides of her armpit, the taste of it even more intense than what he experienced drinking, bringing even more tears to his eyes as he was forced to continue.
"Hmm, I don't quite feel the passion from you with this," snickered the bear. "You better do something about that."
The wolf groaned in protest in her pit, sliding his face further into her pit, smearing his face against the smelly matted fur, dragging his tongue back and forth, feeling completely broken and helpless, still gagging constantly on the disgusting stench and the thick musky taste of her pit. After about 20 minutes, when his actions were almost non-existent, and he seemed to barely be moving at all, the bear opened her armpit, letting him fall out onto the bed, filling the room with the thick smell of armpit BO that was flowing from his face. The wolf was barely conscious, eyes back in his head, near the point of passing out, but he was coming back now that he had more oxygen.
"No, no, no. You're not passing out on us. We've got a lot more playing to do with you," said Sara as she motioned over to Vanessa.
The skunkette crawled over to the battered wolf, gripping the fur on the back of his head and lifting him to a sitting position. She stared at him curiously for a moment before a giant, innocent grin spread across her face.
"I have an itch. Scratch it for me," she said happily.
Before Garret even had a chance to respond, the skunkette's arm was raised and his face was buried in her odorous armpit. As she held his head, she pressed his face and muzzle deeply and firmly into her pit, rubbing his face up and down again and again, keeping her arm raised. While much different than Sara's, Vanessa's pit stink was still very pungent, and very horrid smelling.
"Hehe, you've smelled this before. When we first met, remember? Bet you've been wishing for an encounter this close since then! Well, now that you're my personal pit brush, now you can!" said the skunkette cheerfully as she continued to scrub her armpit with his face, the stink of her rubbing more and more into him.
"I'll make sure you smell worse than a garbage dump before we're through!" giggled the skunkette, scrubbing more and more, all her sweat and stink sticking onto the poor wolf, as he gagged and squirmed pathetically in her grasp with no way to escape as the stink completely engulfed his head.
Garret lost track of time. He didn't know how long he was cleaning her pits with his face. He knew it felt like an eternity, though. Finally, when he felt as if he was about to pass out, he was pulled away from her armpit and left to fall forward onto the bed. After a moment or so he was lucid enough to lift his head, gazing up at a cheerfully grinning skunk kneeling over him.
"Not my specialty like hers, but my pits still have a great fragrance to them, don't they?" asked Vanessa, giggling. The skunkette didn't even wait for a response before continuing. "But, now we get to what really is one of my specialties!"
The skunkette smiled as she slid her legs out from under her, sticking out her still socked feet paws in front of Garret's face. The wolf gagged, nearly vomiting as soon as the feet came near. The stench was unbearable, such a thick, cheesy, vinegary, musky stink fuming from the white cotton socks. Well, the wolf assumed they were supposed to be white originally. Most of the socks, particularly the bottoms, especially the heels and toes were grayish and brown.
Garret threw his head from side to side trying to escape the rancid stink, but no matter what he did his face was still well within the range of her smelly socks.
"Ooooh, you like them, don't you?" giggled the skunkette, wiggling her toes in the socks in front of his face, waving one of her feet back and forth on the heel, making the disgusting, sweaty, smelly feet smell wash over the wolf's face. "I've been wearing these same socks off and on for the past year straight. I'll take them off every day or two, and leave them in the bottom of the dirty laundry to soak up more stinkiness, but then I'd get 'em back on my feetsies and wear them hard all day long. Now you're the lucky guy to breathe in all that year of work. You must be so happy!" she explained smiling widely.
Sliding forward slightly, she grabbed Garret's face with her smelly socks, still warm and damp with sweat from being in her sneakers earlier. The wolf tried to get away, but his struggles were useless. Vanessa's feet held his muzzle steadily, the damp, nasty, stinky socks rubbing over his face slowly, cupping his nose and muzzle into a foot by curling her toes around it, trapping the stink tightly against his nose, eliciting gags and shouts of protest from the wolf.
The stench was unworldly. Garret never even imagined anyone's feet could ever smell even close to this horrible. She held his nose with one foot as she stroked his face over and over with her disgusting socked foot. Slowly, Vanessa pulled the foot down the front of his face, along his muzzle, and to his nose, releasing it from her other foot just to sandwich his muzzle between both.
Garret moaned, struggling more weakly now as the stink began breaking his spirit further. The skunkette only giggled at the wolf, rubbing her socked toes over his nose, wiggling them and splaying them against it. Slowly, she slid the center of her feet over his nose, pressing the pungent soles against both nostrils, raising cries of agony from the male. She slowly continued, sliding her socks down to the heels against his nose, grinding the sweaty, wet, rounded balls into his muzzle. She continued for a few more minutes before motioning to Sara.
The bear slid over next to the skunkette, adding her giant, clawed paws to the stinky mix, her feet themselves each almost as big as Garret's whole head. The stench was nothing small in comparison, making the experience far worse for the wolf. Both of the females rubbed their smelly feet against his face, completely encasing his entire head in their feet at times, the wolf having no option but to smell them as long as the skunkette and bear wished.
After what seemed like ages in a hell of cheesy, vinegary, musky foot stink, Sara pulled her feet away, walking over to the closet again. Vanessa lifted up Garret's face with one of her feet under his chin, smiling at him.
"Don't worry, she'll be back with something nice for us shortly," giggled the skunkette.
Within moments Sara did return, tossing something to Vanessa. The skunkette quickly picked up what appeared to be a large pink collar. Within seconds she had it locked around Garret's neck, her hand paws holding a metal chain that was attached to the front of it.
"Now, come to me, little wolfie," giggled the skunkette, sticking her socked footpaws out as she pulled on the chain.
Garret was helplessly pulled forward by the collar around his neck, the tutu around his waist bending beneath him as his entire body was dragged along the bed. Slowly his face inched closer and closer to the disgusting, smelly socked paws in front of him. After a few agonizing minutes, the stench of Vanessa's feet increasing all the while, his face was pulled into her footpaw soles, nose buried deeply into the cotton-covered smelly appendages.
The wolf continued to struggle, though his struggles were weakening even still from the whole onslaught of stench throughout his entire nightmare of an experience. The skunkette simply laughed at his squirming, wrapping his muzzle in a warm, damp, soft, stinky embrace.
Slowly, she pulled her feet away, rubbing her big toe over his nose as she did and giggling innocently.
"Could you take off my socks? My feet are getting kinda hot now," she asked while smiling. She paused for a moment, looking as though she was in thought. "Though, since your arms are paralyzed, I guess... you'll have to take them off with your mouth," she said, giggling.
Garret's eyes went wide, shaking his head no as he tried to pull away.
"Remember the conditions. They apply to obeying her as well," chimed in Sara, laughing as she placed a footpaw on Garret's pink leotard-covered butt, pushing him toward the smelly feet in front of him.
The skunkette smiled happily, wiggling her feet in front of his face, the awful stench that wafted from them still tearing up the wolf's eyes. After a moment, he reluctantly opened his mouth, wincing as he did. The skunkette arched one of her feet forward, her socked toes slipping within range of his grasp. The wolf closed his eyes tightly, biting down lightly on the warm, damp sock, and pulling on it. The intense, salty, sour, vinegary taste that filled his mouth made him want to scream, the horrible stench still filling his nose with every breath. He slowly pulled, gagging on the sock as it slid off the skunkette's ankles, and slowly down her footpaw.
Vanessa giggled, petting the head of her little pet as he continued to pull, tears in his eyes. Finally he pulled the sock off of her toes, dropping it to the side, but not far enough away, as the stink from the lone sock still continued to assault his nose.
"Good wolfie," giggled the skunkette. "One more!"
She arched her other socked footpaw forward, rubbing the toes over Garret's nose as he opened his maw. She placed the foot inside, lowing it to the bottom of his mouth, placing the sock on his tongue and rubbing her foot against it a bit. Garret winced, whimpering from the taste before softly biting down, pulling off the second, nasty sock and throwing it aside.
"Good little pet wolfie girl," smiled the skunkette. "Now, come here and worship your mistress' feetpaws."
With that she pulled on the chain again, dragging the limp wolf to her and pulling his face up against her waiting foot paws. The stench of her paws had increased at least five times, the socks having come off and her bare feet now in Garret's face.
"Mmm, don't you just love that smell!" giggled the skunkette. Sara laughed as well, moving back a bit and slightly cupping her nose, as the stench of the skunkette's feet was a bit much even for her.
Garret instinctively pulled back, but the chain kept his muzzle in the skunkette's smelly soles, leaving him with no choice but to inhale the terrible smell, making him feel dizzy and nauseous.
"Hehe, com'mon, worship my beautiful feetsies. You know you can't resist them. Show them all of your love!" giggled the skunkette as she pressed them harder against Garret's face. He gagged and shirked away a bit before relenting, slowly, softly rubbing his muzzle and nose up and down along the sides of her feet, "lovingly" caressing them with his face, trying to keep from throwing up, nuzzling her feet bottoms, stroking her heel and pads with the sides of his face and nose, cringing as he felt and smelled the horrific odor clinging to his fur. Slowly, he dragged his muzzle across her toes, making her giggle and wiggle the smelly digits against him.
"Mmmm, there we go! Good start, stink pet wolfie! Now, start kissing," she gushed, smiling happily. The wolf groaned out, reluctantly puckering his lips, pressing them against her big toe, kissing it and tasting the same, repulsive, vinegary taste from her socks. He continued kissing each of her ten toes, each one a new experience in hell. He then moved to her soles, puckering up and kissing them over and over, the stench of her feet filling his nose each time he took a breath while performing the disgusting act, shamed and wanting to die.
"Mmm, you're getting to be a great footpaw worshipper," giggled the skunkette, petting the wolf on his head and muzzle with her rancid feet. "Now, you get to lick and suck them clean!" she said enthusiastically.
The wolf felt himself pulled roughly into her reeking feet again by the chain, his nose scrunching back as he slowly opened his maw, slipping out his tongue, dragging it softly over the heel of one of her paws. The taste was indescribably disgusting, but he had no choice to continue licking, lapping and slurping up her foot, over the sole slowly, licking her musky, stinking paw pad, all the way up to the balls of her feet, doing the same to the other footpaw.
Moving up to her toes he slowly lapped along her toepads, slipping his tongue between each toes tasting her toejam and musk as it covered his tongue.
"Haha, seems someone's diaper has gotten a little bigger in the front, if you get what I mean," snickered Sara from behind him. "Guess someone doesn't entirely hate this."
The wolf shook his head. No, he was sure he absolutely hated what was going on. It was so disgusting; he was getting nauseous and lightheaded from it all. It must've just been the pheromones of the musk working on his libido against his will. He knew there was no way he actually enjoyed any part of this.
He groaned out as the skunkette slid her big toe against his lips, giggling as he obediently opened his muzzle, wrapping his lips around the sweating, vinegary tasting toe, suckling upon it. For a full five minutes he continued to suck her toe, his tongue sliding around it, licking the bottoms and sides, slipping under her claw and licking out the space underneath, drawing giggles of glee from the skunkette, and moans of disgust from himself. She finally pulled it out, only to replace it with the next toe, making him repeat the act on each and every one of his toes before finally pulling the last, still smelly digit from is mouth, giving his muzzle one last musky, rancid hug with her paws before sliding away from him and picking up her socks.
Garret lay on the bed, groaning. The skunkette giggled at the battered wolf, taking a rancid sock and sliding it inside the other. She then picked up his head and slid the open end of the double sock over his nose before pulling it all the way back to his cheeks, the horrid smelling foot of the sock positioned around his nose and mouth. Garret's eyes went wide, a renewed vigor causing him to thrash wildly at the unbelievable stink, but the elastic in the sock kept it firmly on his muzzle no matter what he did, leaving him only with a more belabored, heavier breathing of the stench the more he struggled.
Both females slowly slid off of the bed and stood on either side. The wolf felt them moving away and looked up over his stinky muzzle trap. He wondered if they could really finally be letting him go. As he watched them both the skunkette and bear grinned, slowly reaching for their panties and pulling them down, both turning to show their large, plump, protruding butts as the tops of their panties slid over their round cheeks down to their thighs. They slowly rocked and wiggled their rumps before him as they lowered their panties to their knees, bending over to really show off their butts and within their cracks to the wolf, Vanessa lifting her huge tail up out of the way to give him a good view.
Once they finally removed their panties, both slid back onto the bed, crawling over to Garret. Vanessa softly poked his nose, rubbing a finger softly up his sock-covered muzzle and caressed his cheek softly. With that she pulled the sock off his muzzle and giggled.
"Now we get to the really fun part," said Sara, grinning widely.
Vanessa moved to Garret's side and rolled him onto his back. As he looked up he saw Sara looming over him before slowly turning around, brandishing her huge butt to him just a foot above his face. She wiggled it a bit above him before slowly lowering it onto his face.
"No! Noooo!" screamed the wolf before her thick, plump, furry cheeks flanked his muzzle and face, burying him deep in her ass and muffling any further cries.
The bear murred, rubbing her butt up and down against his face, loving the feeling of his nose sliding along her crack and brushing back and forth against her pucker. In-between her cheeks, Garret squirmed and coughed on the stench. Her butt stunk horribly, the smell of sweat, musk, flatulence all combining and forcing its way up his nose in the small, enclosed space. The wolf groaned each and every time the bear dragged her butthole across his nose, the stink remarkably strong at that point, not that the rest of her crack didn't smell repulsive.
"Mmm, that feels so nice," murred the bear. "But, I don't feel enough squirming. That's what really makes it feel great."
Snickering, the bear stopped with her tailhole right over Garret's muzzle, lifting up just slightly as the hole quivered before the wolf. Before he could even think the hole opened wide.
Pppffffffffrrrrrrttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!
The wolf's eyes went wide as he gagged on the disgusting gas, the fart blowing against his fur and the stench surrounding his entire head, filling his nose with one of the most horrid, rotten-egg smelling farts he had ever encountered. The wolf thrashed madly under the immense weight of the bear butt, the stink not subsiding with nowhere to go as she laughed above him, wiggling her smelly butt on his face some more.
"Mmmm, yes, there we go. That's a good bitch! Smell it! Breathe in that stink! That's going to be your air now, so you better learn to love it. Breathe in all of my glorious flatulence," growled the bear dominantly, pressing her butt back on his face and firing off another long, loud, hot fart right in his face, eliciting groans and gags from deep in her butt.
"Ooooh, man," growled the bear, bending over, clutching her stomach.
Deep, loud rumbles could be heard from deep in her gut, sending shocks of terror through Garret as his struggles amplified, still nowhere near strong enough to even budge the bear, however.
"That's right, bitch. Struggle! Not that anything is gonna save you. You're my personal ass sniffer, and nothing is going to keep you from smelling these wonderful farts," laughed the bear as the rumbles grew louder and louder.
Garret tried desperately to get out, the hole above him pulsing and winking softly at him as he let out a cry, muffled by the bear's large butt. A second later her tailhole exploded with a wet, loud ppphhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrttttttttttt! The stink was ungodly, wet, hot stench pouring from her hole and washing across his face, soaking it in rotten, fetid butt air.
"Ahhhhhhhh. That was a good one. Beans, broccoli, red meat and milk all the time give me such horrible gas," laughed the bear. "You're face seems to really just flush my gut right out though. In fact, I feel another present coming for you, stink slut."
The bear grunted, her tailhole opening widely against Garret's muzzle, a thick, hot, blast hammering his fur, blowing it back against its grain. The stench was indescribable, and he felt his fur even stiffen as if it had died from the rancid gas. The fart continued for over a minute, continuing to blow through his fur, perfuming ever fiber of fur and every pore on his face, giving him a natural fragrance of ass.
Sara groaned a sigh of relief as gags and sputtering came from her butt, the wolf's torso writhing from side to side, his pink sleeved arms and legs lying limp on the bed. She grinned, as she squeezed her butt cheeks tightly, hugging the wolf's head in a tight embrace of smelly, furry, squishy fat. The insides of her cheeks rubbed and crushed his head, revealing the thick stink of ass that was embedded within their fur, while holding his face very tightly into her crack, and against her tailhole. Holding him in her butt's grip, she let lose yet another long, but silent fart, watching his struggles renew violently again a few seconds later. She grinned, wrinkling her nose and waving a paw in front of it from a stink so bad it even assaulted her own nose.
"Mmm, bet you loved that one, you smelly little girl," laughed the bear, rubbing and grinding her rear into his face, still clenching it tightly, the horrible stench trapped for the most part within her cheeks. Garret cried within her ass, gagging and choking as he couldn't stop breathing the horrible smell.
After a few moments the bear finally lifted her rear off his face just as he was becoming dizzy and approaching unconsciousness. Oxygen flowed in and he took a deep breath. As soon as he had the bear grinned and pushed down hard on his chest, forcing all the air he had just gotten out of him. As she did she sat back down, ripping a new fart into his face just as he breathed in to regain air.
"Now, little bitch. Rim me. And you better do it good and deep."
The bear snickered, grinding her butt against him, getting his muzzle nice and personal with her tailhole. Garret struggled briefly, but ultimately had to comply. Sticking out his tongue he gently placed it against the pit of her crack, sliding it slowly upwards over her tailhole and up to her tailbase.
"Mmm, good. You're a good licker. Guess you lick ass a lot, right," laughed the bear as she murred from the sensation.
Garret licked back down to her pucker, lapping at the wrinkled piece of tight skin dragging his tongue slowly over the wrinkles and ridges, all the way around it, gagging on the disgusting, earthy, bittersweet, musky taste of her tailhole. It puckered softly against his tongue as he licked, ripping a wet, noxious fart right against his tongue.
"That's it bitch. Now get into it!"
The wolf groaned, reluctantly slipping his tongue out and tonguing the middle of her pucker. Pressing his tongue to it, he slowly pushed, his wet tongue splitting the hole open, hot, rancid ass air leaking out and flowing across his tongue and face and into his mouth. The wolf nearly vomited, forcing himself to push his tongue deeper inside, sliding it a full three inches deep, causing the bear to moan. He slid his tongue around within her hole, gently gliding it along the anal walls, more and more of that taste of ass filling his mouth and coating his tongue with every bit it touched. He slowly pulled his tongue back, almost out of the hole, before pushing it back inside, pressing it against her anal walls on the way back in, moving in and out of her hole. He gradually picked up speed, pushing in and out faster, occasionally pulling out to lick along the outside of her pucker.
"Mmmm. Now... kiss it," laughed the bear sadistically. "Make oral love to that hole, you stink whore."
Garret shut his eyes tightly, slowly pressing his lips to her hole, puckering up and kissing it gently. The bear's hole puckered back, pressing tightly to his lips, letting ass air leak into his mouth, making him gag into the kiss. He slowly pressed his tongue against the hole, splitting it again as his lips were sealed around the hole, tonguing the stinky, nasty insides of her bowels once again as he kissed. Groaning as he French-kissed the nasty, stinking butthole.
The bear murred as she pressed her butt back against his face, letting a few long, wet, disgusting farts loose into his venerable mouth, making his eyes water and making him gag into the kiss. He was forced to kiss her asshole for ten more minutes before slowly being let out from under her ass, but not before being made to passionately kiss most every inch of the inside of her furry butt cheeks. As her butt lifted from his face, the bear grunted, blasting him right in the face with one last reeking fart, before crawling off him, leaving his steamed face and head on the bed. The musk, sweat and stink were so thick on his face, you could almost see the hot, smelly vapors of reek wafting up off him.
The wolf groaned as he lay on his back, barely able to move anything. Vanessa giggled girlishly as positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bed, sticking her big, bulbous butt out into the air, and arching her giant tail down along her back, making her butt completely exposed.
"Mmm, oh, Sara? I have an itch back there. You know how ungirly it is to pick your butt, so, could your rub away the itch with some TP, or a butt wipe? Whatever you can find," chuckled the skunk.
"Sure thing, Vanessa," replied the bear as she picked up Garret's limp body by the shoulders, dragging him over to the skunkette.
Grabbing the back of his head, Sara lifted him up, and promptly shoved him face first into Vanessa's waiting ass. The skunkette gasped and murred as the bear pressed the wolf's head deeply into her butt, introducing him to a different, yet equally vile stench of ass as he had just encountered. Slowly, the bear began to drag his face up and down against her crack, scrubbing the space between her cheeks with the wolf.
"Mmm, oh, yes, right there! That's the itch," said Vanessa as the wolf's nose was ground against her fetid tailhole. The bear quickly began to move and grind the wolf's face up and down in the smelly crack, rubbing his nose up and down against the most rancid area of the skunkette's posterior. He continued to be used as a wipe for over 15 minutes before Sara finally stopped grinding his head, the skunkette murring. The wolf could hear something, and prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was. To his horror, the skunkette's tailhole puckered and pulsed in front of his face before opening, shooting a thick, hot, loud fart. Garret couldn't even breath at all for a second the stink was so repulsive and when he could he wished that he was dead.
Both Vanessa and Sara could be heard, coughing and gagging slightly, as they both waved their paws in front of their muzzles and giggled.
"Mmm, that one was strong enough to take out a skunk," giggled Vanessa as she wiggled her butt, still containing the brunt of the rancid fart within its cheeks against the poor wolf's face, making him gag and groan.
Vanessa motioned to Sara and the bear released Garret's head. The skunkette slowly laid down, bending her knees and brining her feet back, pressing them against the back of the wolf's head to hold him in place. She teased and played with his head fur with them as the stench of her feet even reached Garret's nose within her rank ass. Moaning softly as her rank feet held his head tightly in her ass, she pushed back, sitting back on her feet, with Garret's head sandwiched between; face firmly enveloped by her giant, luscious butt cheeks.
Once she was in position, she pushed back against his face, her pucker winking before erupting with a very long, very wet, and nose melting fart that brought screams from the wolf. The stench was so disgusting, he tried to escape, thrashing but was firmly wedged inside her smelly butt. As the fart continued to blow his fur wilted, hanging limping across his face, and he could've sworn a green tint and saturated it all between gagging and coughing.
"Mmm, nuzzle me, wolfie. Show me how much you love my ass," moaned out the skunkette, lifting her ass just slightly to give him room to actually move his face around.
Garret scrunched his nose as the stink of her butt as he reluctantly rubbed his cheek affectionately against the insides of her cheeks, generating murrs of pleasure from the skunkette. He continued stroking her butt cheeks with his cheeks, inadvertently stirring up more disgusting odor within her butt before pressing his nose up into her crack, softly rubbing it up along the cleft, coming to her hole, running it over the wrinkled pink skin of her asshole, constant reek of ass assaulting his nose the entire time. As he rubbed his nose affectionately against her tailhole it puckered and pressed against his nose, splitting and farting out a disgusting string of short, rancid farts. The farts continued slamming his nose, many shooting straight up his nostrils, giving him a good, strong sniff of the reek without even sniffing. His eyes watered and nose wrinkled at the horrid smell as she continued to release one short, puttering stink blast after another.
After nearly 5 minutes the onslaught of farts finally subsided, leaving only the incredibly foul smell behind with the wolf. Squeezing her cheeks together, the skunkette slowly rose, pulling Garret's head up off the bed with it, embedded completely within her ass. A few seconds later Garret felt a large pressure against the back of his head as Sara pressed her giant butt against Vanessa's, the skunkette unclenching now that the wolf's head was held from both sides.
The stink was horrible, twice as bad as either butt alone as they both rubbed their asses together, smearing and grinding him between both stink factories. Both of them slowly pushed backward, their asses pressing tightly together and bringing their tailholes both closer and closer to Garret's head. Both of them murred, as their asses both ripped long, rancid farts at the same time, gassing his head from both directions. The wolf's body started to go limp, too weak to resist now, the stench absolutely overwhelming.
Slowly, Garret felt the skunkette in front of him lay down, his face pulled down on top of it as Sara's butt sat on the back of his head, forcing it deep down into Vanessa's. It was only a matter of seconds the butthole in front of him fired another retched blast of stink into his face, followed up by one from the back of his head, both alternating their horrible, stinky torture for longer than Garret could gauge.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sara rose from Garret's head and he felt his face pulled from the skunkette's rear as she turned to him, smiling sweetly and rubbing noses with him.
"You're such a good wolfie. I bet you're loving our wonderful aromas!" she giggled, licking his muzzle softly and kissing him.
A few seconds later, Sara climbed back into the bed. Garret looked over his shoulder to see what looked like a long, pink dick sticking out of her panties.
"Hehe, time for the bitch to get fucked," snickered the bear, stroking her strap-on penis tauntingly as she moved up to him.
Vanessa held him tightly so he couldn't struggle as Sara pulled his pink leotard and his diaper to the side, revealing his tight butthole. Positioning him onto his knees with his butt exposed, the bear moved into position behind him, slowly placing the dick up and down in between his butt cheeks, like a hotdog, rubbing it up and down his crack slowly, teasing him for the fucking that was about to come. She moved the cockhead down his crack to his tailhole, pressing inward against it softly, then shoving it fully inward all the way down to where it attached at the panties, making the wolf's eyes go wide and causing him to yelp out.
"There's a good wolfie," said the skunkette, smiling as she rubbed under his chin softly before turning around and rubbing her butt in his face.
She murred as she guided his muzzle to her tailhole, holding it there. Just as she placed his muzzle, Sara pulled back out to the cockhead, slamming back into him, shoving his muzzle against Vanessa's stinkhole. Slowly, Sara began fucking him rhythmically. As time went on, she kept slamming him harder, driving his face harder against the skunkette's tailhole. Eventually, she slammed his ass hard, the front of his muzzle pressing past Vanessa's tailhole and inside of her bowels.
"Mmmm, oh, you want to be my dildo?" giggled the skunkette. "Well, who am I to deprive you?"
The only sounds Garret could make in protest were muffled cries as the skunkette reached behind his head, moaning as she shoved his face forward. Slowly, the wolf's entire muzzle slid entirely into the skunkette's asshole, completely engulfed in the stinkiest tunnel imaginable.
The bear continued fucking him hard in the ass over and over, shoving his nose deeply into Vanessa's asshole again and again, the only thing left for the wolf to breath being her horrible, fetid bowel stench. He moaned as his muzzle and nose slid against and messaged her anal walls, getting nasty, slimy stink all over his muzzle as she moaned in pleasure. After nearly 20 more minutes of being a bitch and a living dildo Sara came, vaginal juices filling her panties as she slammed his ass one last time, his nose shoved deep into Vanessa's bowels as she released a noxious fart around his captured muzzle while cumming herself.
Slowly Sara pulled out of Garret, snickering softly as she moved away, Vanessa squeezing and farting Garret's muzzle out of her ass. The wolf fell to the bed, on the verge of blacking out. He gazed up groggily at the skunkette who looked at him warmly over her shoulder, and smiled. She reached back and closed his eyes with her paw.
"You probably shouldn't have those open for this next part," she said.
She aimed her butt at the wolf's face and lifted her tail high, two small tubules slowly just slipping out of her tailhole.
"Smell ya later, stinky. Doubt you'll ever smell like anything that won't make anyone around you faint ever again," giggled the skunkette as she squeezed her stink glands, literally bathing the wolf in her horribly rancid, odious musk. He wheezed and gagged, squirming as his fur was completely soaked and matted with the stinky, thick fluid. She giggled as she sprayed him again and again, having multiple chances to fire, each one adding a new, stinking coat to the wolf.
"Nighty night. Now you belong to us. We own you," was all the wolf barely heard as he slipped into unconsciousness from the intense stink.
Groggily, the wolf opened his eyes.
"What time was it? How long had he been asleep?" He couldn't remember.
It was only seconds later that the intense, unbearable collection of stinks around him entered his nose and made he gag violently, trying to wave it from his nose, but noticing he couldn't move, or even feel his arms. It was then he remembered what happened.
"N..No. No! That was a dream! That had to be a dream!" shouted the wolf.
"Oh, you're finally awake, came a voice from a corner in the room. He turned his head to see Vanessa sitting in a chair, watching him.
"We were waiting for you to wake up. Didn't want to go to sleep till you had," she said, smiling.
"Please, you had your fun, right? So let me go."
The skunkette got up from the chair and walked over to the bed, stroking his head softly with her paw. After a second, Sara stepped out of the closet, holding something and approached the bed.
"Afraid we can't do that. Since you are now our official property, we're keeping you as our little stink whore," said Sara as Vanessa brought out one of her rancid socks, balling it up and shoving it into Garret's maw, tying it shut with the other so he could only breath through his nose. Sara then placed what appeared to be a breathing apparatus on Garret's muzzle, wrapping straps around his head and locking them in the back.
It appeared kind of like the breathing section of a gas mask. The wolf noticed two black tubes sticking out of the bottom just as Sara picked the end of one up, handing the other to Vanessa. They both grinned as they reached behind themselves with the tubes, turning around to let him watch as they shoved the open ends into their tailholes, pushing them in deeply so they wouldn't slide out.
"You know, you fart a lot when you are asleep. Cause no muscles are resisting it then. So you should get a lot of nice stinky ones tonight," taunted the bear as she petted his head.
"There are a couple small vents in there to let in some oxygen, so you can keep breathing all our stink freely all night without passing out," said Vanessa, giggling.
"As for your bed..." said Sara, as they both pulled him off the bed and pulled back the sheets, revealing the mattress.
It was actually nothing but loads and loads of all their dirty laundry, held into a mattress shape by the planks of wood flanking all four sides. Now Garret realized why it stunk when he was laying on it before they even came in at the beginning.
"You'll be sleeping all cuddled up and warm in all of our wonderful dirty laundry," said Vanessa.
Before Garret could even protest he was hoisted up and tossed into the smelly pile, the bedsheet pulled over him and both girls laid on either side of him above the sheet. Beneath the sheet, the stench of all the laundry easily flowed into the vents of the mask, even as the farts began.
Prrrrrrrrrtttttt!
"Oh, excuse me," said the skunkette, giggling. "Night, Sara. Goodnight, wolfie.
Sara followed suit, blasting a fart of her own into the tube.
"Goodnight Vanessa. Night night, Stink bitch. We'll play with you again tomorrow. Don't you worry about it."
"Noooooooooooo..." moaned Garret through his gag, gagging and crying himself to sleep in his girly, pink ballerina uniform amongst the stink.
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