Love's True Scent.rtf
Love's True Scent
Written by Pyke Darkewoulfe
Hayden's luck with women is legendary. To date, he's not had a single success with any of them. He's been shot down more times than an enemy plane during World War II. No one man, in this modern day and time, has had to experience such soul-crushing rejection. The mounting number of heartbreaks has risen to fifty-six and counting, without so much as one pity date throw his way. He'd settle for pity, if any were shown. At first it didn't bother him so much. His technique was rusty and he had to hone his skills, but not even a lack of tact could explain this losing streak.
His three best friends' and roommates, Randy, Troy, and Alan, have resorted to playful ribbing that isn't as playful as they'd lead him to believe. Comments about him being 'cursed to forever be alone' were one thing but when they started asking 'sure you aren't gay?' it rubbed him the wrong way. Randy and Troy both had steady girlfriends and they didn't mess with Alan because he knew how to score some booty at social functions. Their antics crossed the line with setting Hayden up on a blind date with a male escort just last week.
Enough was enough as desperation led Hayden to visit to the area's old district. Practically anything could be found in the bazaar-styled outdoor market. The very hope of all hopes promised to offer the remedy to his loveless condition.
He kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he maneuvered through the sea of people. Hayden avoided bumping into people that weren't as polite. He was getting bumped and pushed about by others not paying attention to his presence. He'd looked at several kiosks already and nothing at all seemed to be what he wanted. Glow-in-the-dark socks, battery-powered spoons, and various other novelty items would only make him dorkier in the long run. It was shaping up to be a lost cause.
Even the managers of the various kiosks averted eye contact with him, or that's how it seemed as he felt ignored. He felt like a stranger among strangers that didn't fit in anywhere. Hayden was accepting that he was the loser everyone believed him to be, shuffling along with a disheartened sigh. He resigned himself to being invisible and undesirable. The last hope he had for improving his status in the dating world had failed him miserably.
Random people slammed carelessly into him, taking a bag to the side and being elbow-checked on occasion. Hayden didn't bother swerving their in-motion wallops anymore. As he passed view of one particular stand decorated with assorted bracelets, necklaces and rings, Hayden was picked out of the crowd as he stuck out like a sore thumb. The comely young woman manning the kiosk grinned to herself, spotting a sale a mile away.
"Hey!" an airy, feminine voiced called out to him, but it didn't seem to catch his attention. She still had enough time to catch his attention at the snail's pace he was sulking by.
"Hey you! Depressed guy!" still, no response. "Guh, come on, Ali. This guy's got mark written all over him." Ali mused to herself beneath her breath, tossing a decent-sized rock at the back of his head. "Bullseye!" she pulled her arm in close, had balled into a fist as she celebrated her good aim.
"Huh?" Hayden looked up, oblivious to what hit him, though it served in getting his attention.
"Hey!" Ali flagged him down. "Over here! You look like you could use a pick-me-up! I bet I've got just what you need!" she called him over through the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
He stared at the jewelry, wondering what he could possibly need with that. He just scoffed and waved a hand dismissively as he pressed on his mopey trek.
"Oh no he did not just blow me off." she groused, taking a daring step out of her stand. She pushed her way to him aggressively, grabbing hold of his hand and tugging him. "You. Come over here. I promise it's worth your time. I've got something for everyone."
It was enough to grab his attention for sure and he didn't fight it. The shrewd tactics of some people were obviously good for business if they could literally pull a customer off the street. The old district shopping mall was certainly a strange place. Hayden wasn't sure a charm bracelet was the answer to his problems, though he offered no resistance.
"Oh yeah? Got anything to mend a broken heart? I don't think any of these plastic doo-dads can fix my problems." he made it blatantly clear in the tome of his voice that he wasn't interested in purchasing jewelry.
"Aaaaaaw. I'm sorry sweetheart." she played at his sympathies, putting on a pouty expression and giving him a believably-heartfelt hug. "Bad break-up?"
"I wish. Never had a girlfriend. Haven't even scored a date. Like ever. I can't get the girls to notice me. Even my best friends think it's funny. Well, my friends are assholes.."
She had him talking. That was good. If she could steer the conversation to her favor, she'd have Hayden believing his problems were easily solved with one of her 'good luck' charms.
Her eyes lit up with an idea, recalling a special something she'd hidden for just this occasion. "Oooooh, do I have something for you!"
Hayden rolled his eyes skeptically. "Yeah. Sure you do. And it's going to cost me how much?"
"I'll make you a great deal. Just hold on one minute."
Hayden was about to sneak away from the aggressive woman until she bent over, searching for something. It wasn't the sounds of clinking bottles and shifting bobbles that attracted his attention. Apparently, her shirt was short enough in back that it didn't cover everything while she was bent over.
Hayden leaned in, trying to get a look, not at what she was doing, but at the view of those white, trim lace panties and an obstructed view of her butt. He was so entranced by the sight, never able to get this close to seeing anything so beautiful. This was as close to first base as he ever came and he wasn't wasting the moment. Hayden watched in amazement at how tiny and rounded her butt was. He wanted to reach out and cop a feel so badly.
Carelessly, he propped himself against the counter, leaning in as far as he could to get a better view. For a horny, love-lorn male who hadn't ever had the opportunity to get such a sweet view at any other female's body, this was heaven. But all good things come to an end, and unfortunately for Hayden, it came crashing down as his hand slipped, knocking over the entire display of trinkets. He didn't have time to recover, blushing deeply, as Ali stood up. Not wanting to chase away a sale, she let the mess go unannounced.
Ali grabbed Hayden's hand, tugging it close to her bosom. It gave him a slight thrill, while distracting him. An object slipped into his hand, before Ali folded his fingers into a fist.
"This is guaranteed to get you laid. Make sure to drink it all at one time or it won't work."
"Uuuuuuuuh...." he couldn't form the words, staring at those breasts. His hand was positioned so closely to them and they were so very gropable like ripe grapefruit. "Hoooow much do I owe you?" his voice cracked a moment.
Hayden didn't think twice about haggling. If this could fix his life, then why not? There was no harm in trying something that was probably just some folk medicine. Worst case scenario was he'd bought colored water.
The liquid was faintly amethyst in color. It looked like water with a hint of color. Before receiving an answer from her, he popped the flip-top lid to the side of the vial and chugged its contents. Some of it spilled, dribbling down the sides of his mouth and over his chin. It was sweet, overly-sweet and tasted of black licorice. It wasn't at all displeasing as Hayden wiped the excess on the sleeve of his shirt.
The kiosk girl giggled at his entusiasm. She could have suckered him into buying anything or charging him an arm or a leg at this point, if she were to convince him it'd improve his life. The juice he'd ingested was promised to improve his lovelife and Ali was a woman of her word. However, she cut him some slack "That'll be fifteen dollars, please."
The exchange completed, Hayden moved along. The taste of black licorice lingered on his tongue and clung to his tingling lips. Licking his lips again and again, he could still taste the flavor as fresh as ever and that joyous feeling stayed with him. He truly wanted to believe this could fix him. Just believing his love life was guaranteed to approve was enough to bolster his heightened spirits.
Hayden felt great! Life was suddenly worth living now. His outlook on the world was improving with the promise of a better tomorrow. Soon, he'd have a girlfriend and Hayden could be happy. Just then, that train of thought was interrupted as his stomach growled. He had to get to a bathroom urgently. Looking around, there wasn't one in sight. Hayden felt bloated, pressure tightening like a knot in the pit of his stomach. He needed to move before he had a public embarrassment. It became exponentially worse rather quickly, similar to a balloon expanding inside his stomach. With arms folded over his stomach he ran as fast as he could.
Biting his bottom lip, it was kiosk after kiosk all the while wincing in pain. He clenched as salvation was in sight! A Pottery Villa was within sprinting distance. His eyes scrunched and it was all he could do to huff and puff towards relief.
Hayden threw down some change mixed in with a crumpled dollar calling out "I'll buy anything, can't hold it any longer!" as he raced through the warehouse of a store to the bathroom.
The distress was maddening and he couldn't hold it in anymore. With a satisfying sigh, he no longer felt bloated or strained. It was like a small explosion heard from the back of the store as Hayden passed gas forcefully in the stall, gagging on the potent smell of black licorice. And that was that. The pressure alleviated from his gut and he felt fine again. 'Weird', he thought, 'must've been something in that stuff that didn't agree with me.' If Hayden had only known that the gaseous exhalation was more than he could have humanly conceived. It's a mixture of chemical his human biology is incapable of processing or controlling, for that matter. A licorice-scented cocktail of exhaust that his body would have to adapt and conform to.
Hayden had forgotten to ask how long it'd take before it started working. As he looked around himself, he just shrugged it off and assumed it'd work when it worked- hopefully without going through that again. Hayden checked himself out in the mirror, noticing how that juice had stained his lips purple, almost black. Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, he saw that was considerably darker.
"Son of a bitch." he whispered "That was nothing more than kool-aid." he falsely concluded.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing he'd gotten wrong, realizing all too late when another stall opened that he'd gone into the women's bathroom! She couldn't have been much older than himself as he briefly saw her reflection. Short chestnut hair, thin and athletic, with some nice otne on her arms and legs. And not to forget that rack she carried so well. He nearly drooled at the sight of her and what she saw was some pervert with his mouth hanging open.
"Oh hell no you fucking pervert!" she bum-rushed Hayden, pinning his arms behind him easily and slamming his abdomen into the counter top holding up the sinks. She was like an amazon: tall, shapely, and graced with big tits that pushed into his backside.
"UFFFFF!! No! I came in here by accident! Please don't hurt me!"
"Sure you did. Try explaining that to the cops. HEY! Someone call the cops! There's a peeping Tom in here!" she called out for anyone to hear.
Hayden quirked a brow, observing their reflections in the mirror. She appeared to be having issues with something as she shook her head. She coughed as if choking on the very air, which was a likely possibility, all things considered.
"I'm gonna...." she staggered on her feet, the weight of her falling into him adding undue pain to his ribs. Her eyes fluttered, lifting a hand to rub at her eyes. Hayden could feel her tight grip slipping from his wrists and took the initiative to make a break for it. Although his arms weren't currently pinned together, he couldn't get away. She still had a pretty good grip on his one wrist. This amazon was as strong as she looked, perhaps stronger.
"Get back here." she practically growled out with anger.
As tense as the situation was, he couldn't help himself. His hormones on overdrive coupled with a lack of getting laid made him tent his pants lewdly as he admired, even ogled her in the mirror. He could see nipple straining through the black tank top. He even got a good view of some side boob. Damn if she wasn't gorgeous. The gyrations of him being pressed against the counter top while she wobbled back and forth was equivalent to getting a handjob as he inexplicably released a moan of gratification. This, of course, was taken in the wrong context, or perhaps it was correct to assume to assume that he was a pervert. He was enjoying this brutish manhandling after all. She had blonde hair cropped to her shoulders. He had a dream like this one where he was accosted by a hot cheerleader, though that took place in a women's locker room, she was naked and he was oiling her up. As unbelievable as that scenario would be, this was insane. He couldn't be caught in the women's bathroom of a pottery store with a raging boner, no less caught if he were to cum in his pants from being over-stimulated in a pseudo-rape bondage hold.
Her grip didn't lessen any as he was spun around. Hayden didn't have the chance to fight back as he was assaulted by her lips pressing against his. His eyes rolled into his head as he grinned stupidly and that was all it took for him to fall to his knees, quivering.
Hayden swallowed hard as he looked skyward. Eyes following every sensual curve, his legs suddenly felt numb. They wouldn't move from the stunning sight that beheld him. Is this what the sales girl meant by guaranteed improved sex life? Hayden thought he could live with this. He was so turned on, even in a setting like this. She was moaning and rubbing through her top. He could swear those nipples were going to cut right through the fabric. She looked down at him, licking her lips.
"I don't know why.... but... mmmmmm... I need you....so badly." she hummed, walking over to the door and locking it. She leaned against the door, pulling the top over her head. His eyes went wide with astonishment. He'd never seen breasts this big in real life. They had to be a double C cup easily and still remained firm and toned like the rest of her. He'd never seen such stiff nipples either. They stuck out a quarter of an inch and the areola were as round as nickles. Hayden swallowed hard. If he ever needed proof that there was a God, he'd just gotten it. Next to go were her athletic jogging pants. Leaving her standing there in just her black, lace panties. She posed for him, like a horny school girl. Her arms folded behind her head, making her firm bust lift and heave. She licked her lips, smacking them together as if something tasty had stuck to them.
"Mmmmmmmmm..... licorice lips." she winked back at him.
"I-I'm Hayden. What's your name?" he asked, mesmerized. The least he could do is ask for a name id they were going to get kinky there of all places.
"Bri." she cooed, pivoting her hips in elliptical rotation. "Soooooo horny...." a hand slipped into her panties, obviously rubbing at her pussy. "Mmmmmmm.... like to watch? Why don't you join me?" she sauntered closer, each finger slipping from her panties one-by-one. No way this was really happening. No way that he, the one guy on Earth who couldn't score with the geekiest of geeks, was about to do what he hoped to with this hot babe.
Hayden was paralyzed. He couldn't move even if he wanted to- and oh boy he wanted to be able to move! Bri's finger tugged at the waistband of her panties, tugging them down one side of her creamy-soft thigh before tugging on the other side as well. Hayden gawked -slack-jawed- at the unobstructed view of her tight, shaven, perfectly-rounded pussy exposed for him at eye level. All he had to do was move!
"Don't you like what you see?" she mock-pouted.
Bri teasingly lowered her panties, stepping out of them one leg at a time. Hayden swooned with expectant glee. The black panties flung across his face, dampening his forehead with her arousal. Hayden peeled them from his face, sniffing the scent as he held them in a death grip. It was so amazing, unlike anything else he could have imagined, and moreso arousing than any porno flick. Fidgeting from a prickly heat just above his ass, he ignored it in leiu of sniffing deeply at the luckiest undergarment in the known universe. His eyes rolled back again as he inhaled long and hard, burying his nose most pervertedly into the moist panties. The increased prickling at his rear demanding attention was not stronger than the controlling lust. If Hayden weren't the undersexed horndog he was, drooling over the sexy bombshell presenting herself for his enjoyment, he may have been more aware of the creeping sensation crawling above his waistband.
Hayden marveled at his change in luck, goosebumps crawling up his backside. That potion cured him! That wonderful, sweet licorice-flavored elixir cured him! He'd definitely have to remember to thank the kindly sales girl later, much later.
A strong hand combed through his hair, from front to back, ruffling it into a disheveled mess. His bottom lip quivered with the opportunity presented before him. This was better than any wet dream! As his head leaned forward, not by his will, it became apparent Bri was in total control, even though she wasn't in control of herself. Hayden swallowed the lump in his throat with swelling anticipation. The moment his lips kissed her pussy was no less electric than being struck by lightning. Hot breath aroused the dribbling cunt, Hayden's tongue sliding sloppily across the tight slit, until parting her vaginal lips.
He'd imagined this opportunity could never arise. In his fantasies, he'd always pictured himself licking, lapping at his lover's pussy, savoring the flavors like sweet candy. That was not the case here. Hayden's overzealous inexperience led him in aggressive assault to her inner thighs, mouth suckling her slit, holding her hips for support. Hayden dug his face in deeply as his nose ground against her clit. He was driving her wild with his eager pussy-licking that was turning into messy face-fucking. As her hips jerked he was nearly bowled over from every thrust of those muscular hips.
A thin white stripe climbed above the waistline of his jeans. Sparse black hairs outlining either side of the white tickled him with goosebumps. He couldn't have possibly been more oblivious to the subtle changes than he was. Something was creeping up his spine, lust dictating it was his female acquaintance teasing him. Hayden's eyes closed of their own volition as he ate her out ravenously. So into the act of tasting pussy, for the first time, he didn't notice anything happening with her at all. If he'd just opened one eye and peered into the wall-length mirror he'd have seen it coming, seen the changes taking hold of them. He'd missed the excessive rounding of her ears as they slid erotically up her head. The pigmentation of her ears darkened and spread down her neck. There was no appearance of fur on her body, merely darkening of her skin as her changes only began. He could have prevented what would happen next if only he'd not been so lost in his efforts. The warning signs were right in front of his face that something incredibly wrong affecting them both. There existed a slimming chance of halting their affliction's progression if only he'd opened his damn eyes.
Bri tossed her head back in earnest exhilaration, reassuring Hayden, with every moan he dragged out of her, that he was doing good. The pigmentation spread like spilling ink, flowing from head to toe in a matter of two minutes. She held no further control over her fate at this point. Neither of them could stop it now. Hope of normalcy faded as the thin white stripe widened, rising up his spine like the kudzu vine scaling a wall. It'd reached his neck by now, creeping over his shoulders. She'd live the rest of her life as an ebony goddess. Hayden would not be so lucky. The rate of his own changes were directly proportionate to his ravaging lust, evident by the pinpricked goosebumps passing his nipples. Fur had developed from his neck, up to his cheeks, becoming furrier. The mostly black fuzz encroached below his chest, leaving a diamond-shaped patch of white over his pecs.
Hayden whined, pulled from the promised land by his hair. It was only then he'd open his eyes for the first time since their foreplay began. Through the hazy clouding his perception of the world around him, he saw the changes in his amazon. Hayden lacked the proper faculties to interpret what was happening with all of his brain power diverted to his rigid dick.
"Strip." she commanded in husky breath. "And fuck me hard."
His eyes went wide at the dominant urgency of her words. He didn't have to be told to twice! His clothes were all-too soon strewn in random directions and in that moment it's become obvious the liquid's gift included greater endowment. Veins pulsed with life on the surface of the black, ten inches of cock. Curly pubic hair was gone, replaced with black fur sliding up an inch of his turgid shaft. White fur enveloped a sac holding two plum-sized testicles tautly. Soft white fur spread over his crotch and inner thighs down to his feet. The snowy fur spread exponentially faster than the black. While the slower black fuzz covered visible portions of his feet, the bottoms were becoming pinker and tougher. Hayden's toenails pushed outward in their heated exchange, but, as it halted, so did the lengthening, discolored growth from his toes.
Bri's flattening, wider nose pushed forward. There was no scientific rationale for the lustful magic sweeping change over their bodies. It was a contagious epidemic. The bathroom, filling with the scents of sex and licorice, that exposed them to the chemicals hanging in the air expedites the matter. A wet, itchy feeling caused Hayden to finally pay notice. reaching back and scratching at whatever was irritating his skin. His hand slid over the plush fur originating at the base of spine, past a fan-like extension of his spine that was becoming his tail, to the spot that itched the most. Fingers dipped, scratching in earnest, just below the growing tail but above his anus, relieving the irritation to his forming scent glands. Soaking fingertips dribbled a musky fluid as he unwittingly milked the swelling glands. The stench hit him like a ton of bricks bringing skunk to mind.
The pungent odor was enough to rattle his mind into accepting reflected reality. Hayden, trying in vain, couldn't shake the musky wetness from his hand. The smell didn't phase Bri in the least, her mind so far gone into heated passions that the smell of skunk was turning her on. She'd not be easily snapped from intoxication. Hayden wished for the strength to pull away from her, realizing he couldn't overpower her firm hold. Wincing, kicking and scrambling on the floor to distance himself, Bri had him right where she needed him.
"Oh god no! Please stop, Bri!" the very words were too incredulous. To believe he'd just pathetically begged for a woman to cease her sexual advances.
Bri's smile worried her captive fucktoy. Hayden's struggles turned her on more, hefting him by his fuzzy shoulders onto the counter top lined with sinks. Hayden could have never believed it was possible for a woman to rape a man until now. Bri saw what she needed and was taking it by force, damn the consequences. Fur billowed at her shoulders, spreading to her neck like a decorative muff. Her protruding nose tugged Bri's mouth open, revealing sharper teeth. Their foreplay had adequately roused her interests enough to take his virginity by force. Hayden's raging hardon betrayed him, despite the building fear. Hayden was just as turned on!
Unable to wrap his mind around the situation, there wasn't time to question his sanity before Hayden's bobbing dick, dribbling a pearl of precum, was impaled deep within her pussy by Bri's forceful shove. Hayden was slammed against the wall, back arching sharply. She was so fucking tight! She squeezed his nearly foot-long length to the hilt, fleshy folds caressed and massaged by the tightest fuck ever fantasized.
Arms braced behind for support, goosebumps raced down his arms as lush, black fur trailed over his body. Hayden's fingers tapped against the counter top as thudding taps became duller clicking with the growth of black claws growing into form. His toes curled in ecstasy, legs draping over the counter's edge. Thicker padding made it difficult to bend his toes much further than a slight curl. Similar tightness was occurring on the palms of his transitioning hands.
Hayden's legs spread painfully wide to accommodate the muscular she-hulk ramming her loins on his dick, the force slamming his balls into the granite counter top. The pain was unimaginable, causing blood to be drawn, from teeth sharper than he remembered, as he bit his bottom lip. Hayden's jaw felt stiff as it reshaped, a white stripe of fur developing from his blackened nose to his temples. It frightened him to lose control, to truly be at her mercy. Mating a half-human, half-skunk woman was nightmare fuel that promised to haunt him.
Hayden's skull repeatedly cracked against the mirror and even though he was seeing stars, Hayden craned his neck backwards in moan-inducing pain and pleasure. Hayden was hers to control. Bri's iron grasp upon his waist secured him in place so she could brutally ram his engorged cock deeper, harder, and faster inside her aching pussy. She was a sex machine, need surfacing through the changes as she ravaged him.
Elegant fur cascaded down her body, hiding pigmented skin with lush black and white fur, lusher than Hayden's. Simultaneous stimulation by fur growing over their genitals was indescribable. Downy black fur covering her completely drenched muff, sparked mutual interest. The sickly sounds of crackling, stretching feet did not to deter her power. Her pussy fur provided stimulation over the base of his cock. Hayden bit down harder onto his bleeding lip, flashing a fully grown fang as her vaginal fur brushed over the fuzz on his balls.
The pain was the only thing keeping him from screaming in unbridled euphoria, instead thrashing about in near-orgasmic coitus. The changes were happening far too rapidly in time to her fever-pitched rhythm. Their unpaced mating served as the catalyst of change, Hayden realized too late, when Bri tightened her hold. Hayden feared her shattering his pelvis in their intensity.
Bri's jaw pushed outward, fusing with her nose. A thin stripe of fur ran over her muzzle, those beady black eyes taking in her partner's squirming rapture. Every pump of her muscular hips over Hayden's filling meatstick kicked out another inch of tail from her spine. Hayden's own bushy tail demanded space between his ass and the wall. Wedging him further against Bri's mephitine body. Plunged past the the hilt of animalistic fucking, Hayden no longer held back the screaming moans of his most intense orgasm.
Hayden's voice cracked hoarsely over the guttural moaning and grunting, frantically pumping her sopping wet cunt full with a seemingly unending supply of cum. Even though Hayden had reached his climax, she was far from done. The sex-starved mephit raping the pinned male skunk had not been properly sated!
'Oh god!' he though worriedly about the increasing strength straining his hips. There was no escaping this, Hayden accepted. He was pinned in what would have been every man's deepest fantasy sans the detail of humanoid skunks. Bri's love-making lacked remorse for her actions. She fucked him with the devotion given competition training: fierce and head-on. There was no give or middle ground. It was all or nothing.
Once more, Hayden's skull cracked against the wall from the demanding stimulus building in his shaft. His balls, virtually crushed in their fuckfest, churned out the next load of hot cum, Hayden drooling helplessly to fight it. His over-stimulated mind buzzed on the verge of blacking out.
It seemed this torment would never cease, until Bri ripped his cock from her deep cunt, his seed- mixed with her juices- spilling from her over-filled slit, down her thigh, as he shuddered in orgasm. Thick, almost viscous, streamers of cum splattered over his chest and the mirror behind, as well as lewdly spraying across her six-pack abdomen.
"OOOoouuuunghhhhh..." was all he could say as he laid in place. His dick had been rubbed raw and his balls reeled from the pain of being hammered. Every muscle, every joint in his thighs ached.
It was far from over for the transformed skunks though, as Bri knelt down, sliding her tongue over his tightly-pulled sac, opening her maw wide to accept the plum-sized balls into her suckling one at a time. It was so deliciously flavored with his cum. Bri's tongue slithered around each testicle with proficient precision, slathering his furry sac in hot drool.
She cooed at the size of his equipment, Bri's oral ministrations keeping him hard. Her claws slid over her cum-slickened cunt, spreading her pussy lips apart as she finger-fucked herself needfully, still. There was no end in sight, for either of them. There was no end from the effects of the chemicals hanging in the air. The very air was thick with sexual pheromones, driving them both mad with lust and clouding their judgment. Her fingers stretched longer, in her sexual promiscuity, therefore making it easier to jab them deeper. The feeling of Hayden's cock pounding was equivalent to three of her fingers inserted deep between her legs and it wasn't long before the lusty skunk slammed a fourth finger in, crying out in panting exaltation.
Forget him. If he couldn't keep up, she'd please herself. Spreading her legs wider Bri enticed him with an unobstructed view to her unending arousal. Her slick pussy had been stretched painfully beyond it limits and nothing less than her skunkie man could satisfy her need. Hayden couldn't deny that he was absolutely turned on, though why remained to be answered him. His softening dick surged to life as his heart pounded rapidly.
A growl filling his throat, Hayden gave in to the airborne chemicals controlling his rampant arousal. He was forgetting that he didn't want this when decided he needed to take her like the animal he'd become. Hayden needed to fuck her voluptuous body. Just thinking about it made his black shaft ache, no longer concerned by his soreness. He gripped his dick, lewdly panting. The pawpads added the extra stimulation he wanted, though his paw was still too stiff to get him off. He couldn't wrap paw around his dick like he knew he should be able to. He was frustrated and needing instant gratification, knowing the only way to get it was by stuffing that delicious pussy so full.
Intelligent thought gave way to bestial desires with Hayden leaping from the counter to straddle her hips. Bri grunted in anger when her mindless reverie was interrupted, her fingers pulled from her slit. Her anger faded, reinvigorated, as Hayden shoved his ten inch monster into her as viciously. Bri growled in the throes of mating as they remained in that position, propped upon her arms, on the cold and filthy floor, as Hayden fucked her dripping pussy for all it was worth.
Neither of them heard the tell-tale click of a key turning in the lock's tumbler, revealing a gathering of the store's manager and two uppity bitches. Their bodies were literally soaked in the hot, concentrated funk of the two skunks sexual cocktail.
"What the hell is going..... on?"
The women gasped in revulsion, hidiing their eyes from the unwholesome sight of two large animals fucking. The tented wet spot in the store manager's slacks went unnoticed. With no way to describe the sickeningly-arousing scene, the women found themselves screaming as they were thrown to the ground. No one else needed to know about this as they were locked in from further intrusion. Soon, there'd be five fornicating skunks screwing their brains out in an orgy of heated passions.