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The Scent of Love Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Therealphil

When it came to love and romance, few were as fortunate as Phil and Chris. The two had been in love for their college years and their hearts still overflowed with adoration for one another. While it seemed like a fairytale, it still took a bit of work, but the work always paid off. The efforts of their most recent expression of love were still apparent. Candles flickered in the evening light, the table was covered with the scraps and remains of a feast of roasted ham, mashed potatoes, stewed vegetables and a touch of fine wine.

Phil and Chris were cuddled up on the couch, snuggled together beneath a very downy soft blue blanket. Phil's head rested on Chris's chest, their hands entwined. Chris was tall and willowy with blond wavy hair and fair skin. Phil was shorter and lither with tan skin, side burns and a soul patch. Both were very handsome, made even more so by the smiles they had on their faces. It was a perfect moment with one small detraction; both had eaten too much.

Their meals weighed heavily on them, enough to make it a bit uncomfortable to cuddle, but neither wanted to move in case it would spoil the moment. Both Phil and Chris tried to think of an option to alleviate their problem, but a solution came to Phil first. He glanced over at the window and the moonlight beyond before he looked down at Chris, wondering if his plan would work. He considered for a long moment before he decided to give it a try.

"Chris, do you want to go for a walk by the canal in the moon light? Phil asked. Chris's eyes went wide with the brilliance of the suggestion.

"That sounds great." Chris smiled, glad at the idea of stretching his legs and having time to digest dinner a bit. Phil slipped off of the couch and stood, giving Chris room to stand up. The two stretched a bit before putting on their shoes. Chris moved to the window and saw there was a thin cover of clouds, just enough to warrant a light jacket. Phil, however, was eager enough that he moved to the door and stepped out without one. As Phil emerged into the moonlight, he smiled a bit, basking in it. It was truly a romantic night, and just cool enough to merit him walking quite closely with Chris. Chris moved out of the house and shut the door behind him before taking Phil's hand. The two made their way around the house and through the trees, heading toward the banks of the canal.

The rushing of the water added to the tranquility of the evening, reflecting the moonlight in sparkling waves and cascades. Phil reached over to playfully cup Chris's cheek for a moment as they walked, asserting himself on his boyfriend as he did from time to time. Chris grinned, feeling very loved and wanted. They walked wordlessly along the canal, moving along the fringes of various properties. Some were meticulously kept while others were wilder. Up ahead, the grasses had grown long, the bushes were unkempt and the trees unpruned. It looked like a slice of nature rather than a yard, but it was beautiful in its own way.

Phil stepped up onto the wall of the canal, giving Chris a little more room to pass the thick bushes as they walked. They started passing the wild yard, though Chris stopped as he noticed one of the bushes rustling. Phil paused himself, realizing Chris had stopped. It took him a moment longer to realize why, but soon he saw the bush moving as well... and then a small creature waddled out from the branches, coated in thick black fur with white stripes, especially on his plush tail. The skunk turned, seeing two humungous humans. Its muscles tensed and it turned away from them.

"Back up..." Phil murmured. Chris tried to back up but stepped against a branch that retracted and then shoved him forward again. Sensing the human approach, the skunk threw its tail up. Phil cringed before he leapt between the two to protect Chris, just as he felt hot squirts of foul scent splattering across his chest, the misty spray curling around him, saturating him with utter foulness. Phil coughed and sputtered, only to get a bit of the spray on his lips, making his eyes water. The skunk sprayed Phil liberally before it darted off into the shrubs, attempting its escape in the moment of panic.

"Phil!" Chris shouted in surprise, stepping forward to help him before he got a whiff of the smell and he grabbed his nose in disgust. Phil shuddered and stepped away from the spot of the incident. Chris blushed, "You saved me, thank you." Chris said softly.

"Of course I saved you... If only there had been a way to save myself too." Phil smirked, "At least I didn't have as many clothes on to get nasty."

"Yeah, but more of it got on your skin..." Chris said, looking him over.

"Well, maybe a good shower will help... I guess our romantic walk is probably over." Phil said. Chris smirked.

"We'll just have to try it again sometime, hopefully when there are less skunks about." Chris said. Phil smiled, turning back the way they had come, the two moving back towards home, though Chris gave Phil an extra foot or two between them to try and let the stink diffuse into the air. They pushed past the thick bushes and moved back along the canal shores, the moonlight washing over them all the while.

****

The door to the bathroom swung open quickly as Phil moved in, stripping off his clothes, setting them in the bathroom sink. Phil's chest had a light dusting of hair, and his legs had a fair coating as well. His arms were fairly toned, though they glistened with excess skunk spray still. Chris followed Phil into the bathroom with a garbage bag, grabbing the skunk clothes with tongs to toss them into the bag. Phil rolled his eyes at the tongs.

"It isn't THAT bad." Phil joked. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Maybe you got used to it, but I haven't." Chris smirked, "I'm going to have to look up home remedies to figure out how to save these."

"Well I'm going to enjoy a nice long shower while you do all the hard work." Phil joked. He moved to give Chris a kiss but Chris laughed and held up the garbage bag between them. Phil rolled his eyes before pushing Chris out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He moved to turn the shower on, letting the stream of water hit the tiled walls, heating up. Left on his own, Phil moved back in front of the sink, looking at the mirror and his naked body. He thought for a moment and realized Chris might be right, that he might be getting used to the smell... He could still smell it still, a scent of rotten eggs, garlic and burnt rubber. It was pungent, oily, rancid... and yet it was bothering him less and less. In fact, Phil was starting to smile.

He didn't know why, but the thought of being so stinky made Phil sort of happy... Everyone would stay out of his way, give him his space... They'd fear and respect his stench... and what a stench it was. It was the sickest smelling stuff he'd ever smelled... Phil grinned a bit, his lips curling into a grin as blood started to rush to his groin. His shaft hardened, extending and swelling. Phil wrapped his hand around his member and started to stroke himself up and down, moaning softly. He thrust against his hand, trying to dare himself to take deeper and deeper whiffs of the stink. It was hard, it burned his lungs and stung his eyes, but it hurt so good.

Phil inhaled deeper, getting hornier by the second, thrusting into his hand. He lifted his arm a bit, leaning down to sniff his shoulder, smelling the horrible oils. He sniffed at it, letting it sear his senses... and then he did the unthinkable. Phil's lips parted and his tongue emerged. He licked across his arm, collecting some of the stinky scent on his tongue before he drew it into his mouth, shuddering in bliss. Phil tipped his head back and sprayed his seed all over the bathroom floor just as there was a knock at the door.

"How is it going in there?" Chris called in.

"Just letting the water get warm enough." Phil said, grabbing some toilet paper to clean up his mess.

"I don't know how you can stand it; I would have jumped right into the canal." Chris smirked.

"It isn't so bad." Phil smirked, moving to step into the water, feeling it wash across his body, soaking his skin and his hair, dripping in rivulets from his half hard cock and his chin. Phil reached for a wash cloth and started to scrub at himself, almost sad for the stink to go... but as much as he had found perverse pleasure in it, he loved Chris more. He scrubbed and rubbed for a while, getting as much off as he could with friction before he grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering up. It didn't take long for the two scents to mix, creating a lavender garlic rose sulfur scent. While Phil had adjusted to the skunk spray, the fusion was too hideous for words. He quickly washed the lather off as quickly as he could, stuffing the lather covered soap back into the soap holder without rinsing it off.

Phil rubbed himself all over, soon getting hard again. He remembered how hot the scent had gotten him and replayed his fantasies, nearly coming to another orgasm when the water started to lose heat, the water heater drained a significant portion. Phil muttered under his breath before he turned the water off. Phil stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Hearing Phil's feet hit the bathroom floor, Chris returned and opened the door up, taking a step in. The smell was far less noticeable, but still present. In its diminished state, it smelled faintly like am Italian spice shop. Still, the smell wasn't the foremost thin on Chris' mind. He looked at Phil with his water beaded hair, his dripping body, the dark hair sopping with moisture, his thick arms.

"Well... You look handsome." Chris murmured.

"Want to help me dry off?" Phil asked. Chris grinned, grabbing a second towel, moving over. He started to rub the towel all over Phil, sliding it back and forth, leaning in. He kissed Phil's neck and got a faint taste of the skunk spray. Rather than being disgusted, he started to shudder a bit, feeling lust fill his loins. It wasn't Phil's fault that he stunk, if anything it was a badge of courage, of romance, of honor. Phil had saved him, and for that Chris was very thankful. He moved around to rub Phil's chest dry, but as they faced each other, he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. Phil pushed back, pinning him to the door, starting to rub against him as they kissed.

Phil reached up into Chris' shirt to fondle his nipples and pet his chest, sucking on his boyfriend's lower lips, tracing his arms all over Chris. He almost wished he could rub the stink off on Chris, but it was much fainter now. Phil moved to drop his towel before he opened Chris' pants, spreading the fly wide and lowering his boxers. Phil stepped closer, bringing their cocks to grind together, humping Chris. Chris panted hard in surprise, humping back eagerly, flushing in excitement. When they were both as hard as they could manage, Chris fumbled for the door, trying to get it open. Phil shook his head.

"No, I think I have a better idea. You did say you'd jump in a canal after all." Phil said, leading Chris to the shower, pushing him in. Chris scrambled to pull off his shirt and kick off his pants and underwear before Phil turned the shower back on. Luke warm water hit them both, soaking into them. Phil reached down and grabbed the still-lathered soap and started to rub it across his own chest, then across Chris's. Chris nipped and sucked at Phil's neck, turned on beyond belief. The soapy lather made them both gag a little but the water washed it away almost as soon as it spread across their skin. Before long the skunk smell had faded more, but Phil and Chris were as horny as ever. Phil turned Chris and shoved him against the back wall before fondling the blonde's round, plump ass. Phil slid his cock shaft up and down between the cleft of Chris's cheeks, teasing him before he tilted his hips, angled his cock and thrust deep in. Chris moaned out in shock and delight, grabbing his cock with one hand, bracing himself against the shower wall with the other.

Phil held onto both of Chris's feet, thrusting in and out wildly, feeling Chris' tight passage hugging his cock. He moaned deeply, moving until he struck Chris's prostate, making his lover call out in glee. He ground like mad, striking the same spot over and over. Chris jerked his cock off like mad, feeling so turned on. His glasses had fogged over but he didn't care. He knew he was the luckiest man alive. He moaned in bliss, his back arching before he howled out, spraying spurts of milky cream all over the wall. Phil came a moment later, pumping his sperm into Chris's ass, moaning with deep sighs of satisfaction. Phil leaned against Chris's back, hugging the taller man, sharing his body heat as the water hitting his back went completely cold. Chris lingered with Phil, completely happy.

****

Two glorious days of love making had passed with Chris barely managing to leave the bed. The marathon session had worn them both out, but on the third day, Phil stumbled out of bed, his feet shuffling against the floor as he made his way to pull on some pants and then moved to the bathroom. He stumbled a bit, not feeling very well. It was almost like a hangover with a throbbing head and a mild fever. Phil hoped he hadn't caught something in the cold showers. He moved into the bathroom, wincing at the early morning light coming through the high windows, bouncing off of the white walls. Phil was making his way to the toilet to relieve himself but he stopped in front of the sink, surprised by his reflection.

Turning to look at himself, Phil was surprised that his first glance had not been an error. His sideburns and soul patch were thicker than before, almost bushy... and the stubble that had grown out between it all seemed far thicker than two days growth, it was almost like ten... Not only that, but the stubble reached down further on his neck. Phil looked down at himself, realizing it wasn't just his face. His chest was covered in a thicker pelt of hair, his arms had denser covering and even his bush was thicker. He was hairier all over almost like a bear.

Phil was a little surprised by the drastic change, but assumed that it had to do with all the sex he was having. Being such a virile male had to pump more testosterone through his system. Phil reached up to rub his fuzzy chest and then his stubble, admiring how hairy he was... admiring it so much he was horny in seconds, his cock aching. Phil felt happier and hornier by the second, anticipating an orgasm. He felt a flutter of muscles, but they weren't the muscles he was expecting. A sudden hot wetness ran down the back of his pants, a faintly green moisture soaking through them.

Phil was wide eyed in both pleasure and shock as the room flooded with the pungent scent of skunk spray. Phil moaned hard, realizing it had come from him. He was shocked, but more than that he was ashamed. He'd tainted the bathroom, Chris wouldn't be happy at all... but it smelled so very good. Phil moaned, reaching back. He drew his finger along his wet pants, collecting some of his own spray before he brought it up to his face and sniffed his finger. His cock pulsed and drizzled out cum before he stuffed his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean... at least until he heard Chris starting to get up. Phil quickly stripped off his pants and underwear and stuffed them into a garbage bag, tying them tightly. Chris appeared at the doorway and paused, stumbling back and squeezing his eyes shut at the smell.

"Oh god, are those the clothes I washed? They're still so ripe..." Chris muttered.

"Yes, yes they are... I'll take care of them." Phil lied. Chris opened one eye and scoped Phil out, his eyes widening in surprise before a grin crossed his lips.

"You look hotter every day..." Chris said softly.

"Even in a room that smells like this?" Phil asked. Chris moved in, leaning in to kiss Phil.

"I think you're right, you get used to the smell." Chris said. Phil returned the kiss before he smiled.

"I'll go get these washing again." Phil said before he moved off out of the bathroom. Chris moved to use the toilet, wondering what was hot and slick beneath his feet, but he didn't think much of it before going to pee. Phil moved through the house, grabbing the clothes Chris had washed two nights before and took them to the laundry room, throwing them in with the freshly sprayed pants. He had to figure out what was going on... but first he'd have to take another shower.

****

Phil had showered thoroughly, doing his best to get rid of the spray he had leaked. He still didn't understand what had happened earlier, but he was so embarrassed that he didn't want to bring it up. Still, not talking about it wasn't making it all better. He still wasn't feeling very well, feeling a pressure in his lower regions, almost like pent up gas. Phil tried to hide that from Chris too, but they had been together long enough that Chris could tell he was uncomfortable. Chris moved over from where he was sitting, reaching over to caress Phil's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Chris asked gently. Phil blushed, used to being the nurturing one.

"Mostly, just a little under the weather, I'll be fine." Phil said.

"Well, how about a nice massage? Work out all the kinks?" Chris asked. Phil was torn, not wanting to make Chris do extra work, but a massage sounded wonderful.

"I can't say no to your magic hands." Phil said softly. Chris smirked, springing to his feet. He moved to pull out a blanket and shook it out to its maximum size before laying it down on the floor, creating a wide, soft surface. Phil climbed off the couch and pulled off his shirt, setting it aside before he lay out across the blanket, still in his pajama pants. Chris took his shirt off as well, rubbing his hands together to make sure they were nice and warm. He moved up behind Phil, moving to gently start massaging his boyfriend's shoulders.

His fingers worked into the thick bands of muscle, trying to knead the tension out, though as Chris massaged Phil, he felt thin invisible hairs covering his back that he hadn't felt before. He wondered to himself if they would darken up over time. His cock quivered a bit at the thought, imagining Phil even hairier. Chris blushed a bit, realizing he was getting an erection but he put that out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. He moved from Phil's shoulders down his back, working each muscle group as best he could. Phil let out sighs of relief, feeling less tense than he had in days. He laid his cheek on the blanket, his eyes slipping shut, his feet relaxing. His chest rose and fell in slower, more even movements.

Chris smiled to himself, loving being able to help Phil feel better in any way. Chris continued his massage, making it to the base of Phil's back where he encountered the tensest muscles he had ever experienced. Chris was shocked at how tight they were across the entire width of his waist, just above his butt. Chris tried to massage them, feeling almost as if the muscles were bulging slightly. He was sure that couldn't be the case, but it was enough to concern him. Phil, however, had opened his eyes and let out a long moan as the tight muscles were played with and adjusted. He shuddered before he gasped in shock... feeling a very familiar sensation. Chris coughed and sputtered, falling back as the pungent skunk smell began filling the room. He looked around in confusion, trying to figure out if a skunk had gotten into the house.

"Phil, do you smell that, what is going on?" Chris asked before he paused, looking back at Phil... and his wet pajama pants. The material was soaked in the back. Chris froze in confusion. Phil blushed, saying nothing. He was too embarrassed, he had been found out. He didn't know what to do. Chris, however, was transfixed. He hadn't admitted it to Phil, but the smell had been growing on him more and more. He'd even snuck out to the wash room to sniff the clothes that Phil put in the washer, trying to glean the last of the scent. Smelling it so strong made Chris's erection grow even harder.

Chris reached down, drawing his fingers along Phil's wet pants, collecting some of the drops. He was surprised to say the least, but he had to be sure. He brought the fingers up and sniffed at them, sending his sinuses burning and tingling with the pungent smell. Chris moaned, his face tight in a look of disgust and love at the same time. It was so strong, so fresh... Chris's cock ached... and then he parted his lips and licked his fingers clean, even going so far as to suck them. Phil had felt Chris touch his ass, but then there had been silence again. He could feel Chris near by.

Phil lifted his head to look over his shoulder, but Chris was moving to straddle his legs. The blonde reached down into Phil's pants, exploring the source of the spray. His fingers dove into the cleft of Phil's ass, pushing around before he found the two small scent glands on either side of the anus, the glands that had produced the spray. He gently brushed one and Phil quivered. Chris felt a few drops of the stink leak out. He greedily brought his fingers back to his mouth, smearing the stink over his lips before licking them clean, moaning in desire. He was so horny he started to hump the air before he leaned and began to peel Phil's pants down below his ass.

"Chris? I'm so sorry, I... I know it's weird, I-" Phil muttered, but Chris didn't care. He leaned down, taking Phil's ass cheeks in both hands before he pulled them apart. He shuddered as he saw the two new ducts, the scent glands buried within. He leaned down, nuzzling his face into Phil's ass. Phil gasped in shock, his body going rigid and his cock stiffening. Chris's tongue started to explore Phil's ass before his tongue found one of the scent glands and began to lick and stroke it. Chris moaned harder, his fingers digging into the blanket, curling up in the fabric as he grunted, feeling amazing.

Chris continued to lick and slurp, his face buried deep, but soon his hands moved back to the tight muscle just above Phil's ass, massaging it again. Phil gasped in shock, flopping against the carpet, loving how good it felt... but feeling ashamed at the same time. Something was wrong with him, he was different, mutated. He loved that Chris liked it, but that meant Chris knew he was different... But amid the thoughts of Phil considering his reaction to what Chris was doing, a new thought occurred to him. The last time that Chris had massaged above his ass, Phil had sprayed his stink. He tried to warn Chris, but it was already too late. Both stink glands quivered and Chris got a face full of the stink.

Chris was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. His cock throbbed and sprayed its load as he got a face full of stink, but it was too strong for him to handle. His eyes stunk, his lungs burned. It was just too potent. Chris stumbled off of Phil and lumbered blindly to the bathroom. Phil sprung to his feet, his heart aching as he followed, making it to the bathroom just as Chris turned the sink on and started flushing his eyes, trying to get the spray out of them. Phil's heart ached and he nearly fell to his knees.

"Chris, I'm so sorry! I'm... so sorry, I didn't mean to, I should have held it in, I'm so sorry." Phil whimpered, feeling absolutely terrible. In the bathroom, Chris continued to wash his face in the sink basin, filling it up before plunging his head in. He didn't even care if it got in his nose, it wasn't any worse than the stinging there... But Chris felt sad and confused. He was sad that the pleasure had ended so abruptly, but he with the lust of the moment broken, he was more confused than ever at what was going on. Chris pulled his face out of the water and tried to think about what had happened, reaching for a towel to dry his head off.

As he rubbed his hair dry and moved onto his face, he thought about Phil getting sprayed with the skunk... It had seemed pretty normal, though he'd never seen anyone sprayed before... Phil had gotten more of it on his skin than normal... Then that morning he'd stunk more in the bathroom. Had he sprayed then too? It was all starting to make some semblance of sense, though Chris had never heard anything like it before. Still, Chris knew he couldn't leave Phil alone forever. He'd be blaming himself the whole time. Chris set the towel in the hamper, opened the bathroom door and moved out. He found Phil soon after in the living room. Phil had moved to clean up the blanket and put it in the laundry room, but the room was still full of the stink... a stink that was still turning Chris on. Chris knew that wasn't normal either.

"I'm so sorry Chris, I didn't mean to, it just... I couldn't hold it in." Phil apologized gently.

"It's, it's not your fault. I know you didn't mean to. We just need to get you help for whatever this is... How are you feeling?" Chris asked. Phil blushed again.

"After the massage and... what happened, I'm feeling a lot better actually." Phil said softly.

"Well, then maybe it isn't an emergency. How about we go to the doctor in the morning? It's so late, we both need sleep." Chris said. Phil nodded softly. Usually he made most of the suggestions, but when he was sick, Chris always stepped up to the plate.

"Alright, that sounds good." Phil said, "Did you need me to bring more towels to the bathroom for a shower?" Phil asked.

"No, I think I'm just going to head to bed." Chris said, letting out a yawn. Phil was surprised, though a small smile moved over his lips. Chris really didn't mind the stink after all. Chris made it half way to the bedroom before looking over his shoulder.

"Are you coming?" Chris asked. Phil grinned and ran up behind Chris, hugging him around the waist before grinding against his ass. Chris moaned before he blushed, leading Phil into the bedroom. Once there, Chris turned to remove Phil's pajama pants and underwear the rest of the way. Then he removed his own pants, tossing them aside. Chris leaned in to give Phil a kiss, their lips tight. Phil murmured in the kiss, able to taste his stink on Chris's lips still. He sucked the fleshy rims of his lover's mouth as if he was trying to draw all the flavor out... and then he pushed Chris, knocking Chris onto the bed. Chris looked up with wide eyes and Phil just grinned.

"I may not be able to get as much pleasure without risking making a mess, but you're a different matter." Phil said before he leaned down at the foot of the bed. Chris was confused what Phil had meant at first before Phil took Chris's left foot in his hand and began to massage it, working at his heel, the ball of his foot, his arch, then the meat of his foot. Chris sighed in relief, leaning back, enjoying it immensely. Phil was usually the one getting his feet worshipped, but he figured Chris deserved a turn. He leaned in, nuzzling Chris's digits, using hi soul patch to rub them before his lips parted and he plunged one into his mouth.

Phil's head bobbed up and down as he sucked Chris's toe, his tongue looping around it, cleaning out between every crevice, tasting his flesh. He slipped off the big toe and moved onto the next, sucking and licking it just as eagerly. Despite having cum minutes before, Chris soon reached to grab his cock, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, working his hand up and down his length, jacking off as Phil pleasured him so. Phil continued to rub Chris's foot deeply even as he sucked the toes, moving to the next digit. He could feel Chris squirming, unable to contain all the pleasure. Chris bucked his hips a bit, sighing in bliss.

Phil finished sucking Chris's little toe before he licked and slurped all over the sole of his foot, making sure it was coated in saliva. Chris felt so relaxed and so horny at the same time. Phil gently set the left foot down and moved to the right, nuzzling his face all over it before he started to worship it with his tongue. Chris moaned louder, feeling another orgasm approaching already. He was trying to hold off as much as he could, but he was so turned on. Phil licked and even nibbled the heel of Chris' right foot before he moved up the arch and then began to nuzzle the toes before he started with the little toe instead of the big toe, intending to work up to the big finish. He sucked off the little toe, then the next, then the next. Chris was masturbating furiously, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he gazed sightlessly into the distance, too lusty to see anything. He moaned louder and louder until Phil's lips spread around his big toe.

"Phil!" he exclaimed, calling out in lust and delight, his back arching sharply. His cock quivered and he began spraying cum all over his lanky stomach as Phil finished up with the toe, giving it a few more sucks and then a kiss before he climbed up along his boyfriend's body, coming down to lay tightly against him, wrapping his arms around Chris. Phil and Chris leaned in to kiss tightly, their naked bodies enmeshed, their hearts racing. They were so very much in love... and they held each other tightly as their eyes fluttered shut, their breathing and heart rate slowed and they passed out, sexually, emotionally, and physically exhausted.

****

Both men had slept like the dead, passed out cold through the night. They didn't normally sleep naked, but it had rather intimate to try it once. Chris was the first to awaken in the morning, his heavy eye lids slipping open, realizing he had a major erection... and that the bedroom smelled rather nasty. Chris murmured softly, reaching over to nudge Phil. Phil groaned in his sleep. Chris nudged him again.

"Phil, wake up, you sprayed again." Chris said. Phil murmured and opened his eyes, looking confused, first at wondering what Chris meant before remembering the events of the precious day. He reached down beneath him and felt around his ass, pausing.

"It's dry, are you sure?" Phil asked.

"Well that smell has to be coming from somewhere." Chris said, rolling over onto his back before he froze, feeling his ass settle into a very wet portion of the sheets. Chris sat up and moved, his butt sticking up I n the air as he saw the wet spot on his side of the bed. Chris's jaw dropped open, "Oh god, it's me..." He whispered. Phil had tried to keep paying attention, but seeing Chris's ass waggling in the air, knowing he had cum too, Phil couldn't resist. He lunged, knocking Chris onto his stomach, his face landing in the wet spot he had made. Phil began to aggressively lick and slurp at Chris's ass, his tongue pushing between the cheeks before he found one of Chris's brand new scent glands and began to lick it and tease it.

Chris tipped his head back and moaned in shock and delight before he collapsed, his nose filling with the skunk stink, but it wasn't as bad as before. It didn't hurt, it just smelled awful... So awful that Chris had never been as turned on in his life. He looked at the wet spot on his sheets before he opened his mouth and began to lick the sheets, tasting his own stink in them. Phil moved from one scent gland to the next, moving back and forth, teasing them both, licking them both... before he got a great idea. Phil reached up, his hands sliding down Chris's back before he found the tight band of muscles across his waist... and began to massage and manipulate it. Chris gasped in shock, feeling as if he had a second cock being played with. He shivered, his toes curling before he moaned.

'Phil, I think I'm gonna..." Chris shuddered again, unable to finish his sentence. Phil buried his face tight in Chris's ass, opening his mouth as wide as he could... and then he felt the hot, wet spray start. Chris screamed in lust as he sprayed his stink down Phil's throat, but Phil only guzzled the spray down, letting it coat his teeth and fill his stomach, catching it all. He drained his boyfriend and let the stink saturate him, moaning in absolute lust... and when Chris was done spraying; Phil climbed up, brought his cock to his boyfriend's ass and dove in deep. Chris again arched his back, this time for a very different pleasure. Phil started riding Chris like a cowboy, up and down wildly. Chris pushed back, acting a bit more like a bucking bronco, slowly crawling forward. He brought his own groin over his wet spot and began to hump it, rubbing the skunk stink all over his groin.

Phil and Chris went at it like wild animals before Phil threw his head back and howled, spraying his thick load deep into Chris's ass. Chris shuddered before he collapsed on the bed, letting out a thick wad of sperm beneath him as Phil wrapped over his shoulders. Both boys were still and motionless other than their panting, their chests rising and falling eagerly. They stayed mounted for some time, but Phil was the first to move. He leaned in, nuzzling Chris's ear, licking it softly before whispering.

"Maybe we don't have to go to the doctor, maybe we can see where this goes." Phil said.

"But Phil, this isn't normal." Chris whispered.

"I know, isn't that what makes it great? We're so special, so unique. We both love the stink now, it's the scent of love. Don't you love me?" Phil asked, pulling his cock half way out before he thrust back into Chris. Chris moaned, nodding.

"UI love you Phi, I love you completely." Chris said.

"Then let's see where this goes... It's doing wonderful things for us." Phil said, licking and then nibbling Chris's neck. Chris moaned, grabbing Phil's head and holding it there.

"Alright... Okay." Chris blurted, moaning hard. Phil grinned, continuing to lick and nibble.

****

The days that followed had been absolutely wild. Phil and Chris had barely left their homes, spending almost all their time eating, fucking or sleeping. The house was rancid with the smell of skunk spray, but it just turned Phil and Chris on more than ever. Somewhere beneath the smell of skunks was a deep heady musk of cum, another sort of spray the two had left all over the house in almost every room as well. Chris stirred softly, waking up for yet another day, his eyes opening... and seeing the world more clearly than they ever had. For a second Chris thought he'd gone to bed with his glasses on, but they weren't there. His vision was simply better. He rolled over to look at Phil with his clearer vision... and when he saw his lover, he nearly swooned.

Phil had been getting hairier over the last several days, but it seemed to have advanced quite quickly during the night. His stubble was no more, replaced with a thick, full beard. The bushy hair covered his cheeks and chin, his upper lip and part of his throat... though there was something peculiar about the beard, and his hair for that matter. Most of it was darker than ever, almost black... but a streak of his hair and the pleasure strip from his lower lip to his chin had lost color, bleaching out to a creamy off-white... Like stripes of a skunk. Chris looked at Phil's immensely hair chest, it was almost as if he was wearing a fur sweater... but it was his flesh, his nipples still visible amid the dark fuzz. Chris reached down to draw the blankets lower, looking at Phil's swollen, fuzzy balls and his hairy legs. Chris grinned, gently rolling Phil onto his back before he moved to straddle his lover, climbing onto his lap, humping him.

Phil moaned happily, delighted to be woken up in such a fashion. His eyes opened up to quite an impressive sight... Chris had changed a lot during the night too. His blonde wavy hair was longer and softer than ever, but it was less blonde. It had drained of color, turning as white as the moon... and his face was covered by a soft, thick white beard... On anyone else it would have looked like Chris had gotten old early, but to Phil it just seemed like he had the most brilliant hair color ever. Phil leaned up and the two bearded men kissed deeply. Phil's hand lifted up, his fingers tracing through Chris's willowy hair, though something felt different. Chris reached up and rested his hand on Phil's hand before he drew them both down. Phil and Chris looked at their palms, realizing some of the flesh had swollen. Their finger tips were pillowy, as were their palms... and their fingernails were longer and sharper than before, and a touch darker.

Phil and Chris looked at each other wordlessly. It was starting to become clear what was happening. They were becoming skunks... but they didn't care anymore. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. Chris and Phil kissed deeper, humping each other, their cocks nestled between fuzzy stomachs, drizzling pre all over the place, making quite a mess... but making a mess was something that Phil and Chris loved to do these days, and they never wanted to go back to the way they had been before. Life was too good now.

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The door to the house burst open and Chris ran out into the night air, the moonlight washing over him as he ran. A moment later, Phil darted out in chase, his raging erections swaying in front of him. The two had been getting more playful as their changes continued, and their fear of being spotted by others had diminished significantly. Chris ran along the banks of the river, the wind flowing through his fur... and it was far more fur than hair. The two had passed the threshold from being considered the hairiest humans out there, to being almost as furry as an animal. The fur on their arms was thick enough to hide their flesh. Even their hands and feet were completely covered. Phil's nose was furry and Chris had developed a mask of black around his eyes, more strands growing out every few minutes... But the strangest change of all had been the band of muscle above their butts.

As Chris ran, his new tail flicked about behind him. It was as wide as his waist and thicker than his arm, covered in black fur with white stripes and a white underside. It wasn't quite a meter in length yet, but it was growing at an impressive rate. Chris flicked his tail up, revealing his ass to Phil as he rounded a corner. Phil moaned louder, wanting to 'get some tail' more than ever before in his life. Phil's tail was a bit longer as he had been sprayed first; it was already half of his total height, the tip curling down even when his tail was hiked up. Chris lunged through the bushes, emerging into the thick overgrown yard they had found their first night. Phil burst through right behind, grabbing Chris and throwing him to the ground. The two rolled through the thick grass before Chris was on his stomach. Phil all but dove onto Chris, filling his ass with his cock.

Chris dug at the grass beneath him with his paws, panting as Phil rammed into him. He moaned in bliss, feeling waves of pleasure move through his body. He pushed back against Phil, but it almost felt as if Phil was pushing more of his essence into him than just his cock... Chris moaned as his face throbbed and tingled, starting to almost ache but in a good way. Chris's nose turned up slowly, the nostrils becoming darker black and rubbery. The fur around his eyes connected to his beard and grew down his nose... and ever so slowly, his jaw bone expanded, his mouth and nose extending as well. As his face pushed out, his ears began to stretch into points, already covered with black fur.

Chris grunted as his hearing cut out for a minute, but he could feel his ears creeping up his head, pushing through his hair until they emerged from the top of his head. His ear drums popped and his hearing returned, but from a different point. Chris tried moving his ears and got some success, getting them to move around a bit. He grinned, his grin crossing a brand new muzzle. Across the rest of his body, his fur thickened until no more human flesh was left visible. The only skin exposed was black instead of peach, true to form for a skunk... and that was what he was. Even his tail was surging longer, growing out at an astonishing rate.

Behind Chris, Phil hugged his boyfriend's tail like a pillow as he fucked him, moaning louder and louder as his changes took the rest of him as well. Phil's tail reached two meters in length, full and thick. His lower jaw pushed out, making an under bite for a moment until his mouth and nose pushed out to join it, narrowing at the tip, forming a blunted muzzle. His nose turned black and rubbery, lifting up like Chris's. The fuzz covered the rest of his head, then the rest of his body. His back fur grew in thick enough that no skin could be seen through it all. On his head, his lips turned black and his ears pushed into points before moving up to the top of his head, just as it had with Chris.

Chris and Phil moaned as they continued to mate, fucking like animals... because that was what they were, man sized animals. Phil groaned, burying his head in Chris's thick tail, taking deep whiffs before he threw back his head and came, pumping another load of sperm into his skunk lover's ass. Chris took it in, but dished out his own, cumming all over the grass beneath him. It seemed their bodies were in sync, both feeling wonderful. Chris lay down and Phil laid on him, the two cuddling for several minutes. They gazed up at the moon, listened to the canal and felt the soft breezes wash over them... until there was a rustling from the bushes. The small skunk that had started everything waddled out of cover, spotting the larger skunks. He ran over and hopped up onto Chris's hip, clawing at his fur before butting his head against them lovingly. Chris was wide eyed in surprise but Phil reached down to pet the skunk.

"Hey there little guy." Phil grinned, "You must live around here, huh?" Phil asked, slowly pulling out of Chris. Chris murmured, wishing Phil had stayed inside of him, but there would be plenty of time for that later. He climbed to his feet and Phil looked down at the small skunk.

The creature gazed up at them before it turned and moved through the brush. Chris and Phil followed, finding it easier not to disrupt the plants as skunks. It was almost as if they had a natural affinity. As they pushed through the boughs of a low hanging tree, them cam up to an abandoned green house. The pain was flaked and cracked, the windows were dark and the roof was covered in moss... but in its own way it was very quaint and relaxed. The skunk ran up the porch and dove through a doggy door. Phil and Chris followed, opening the door and moving inside, their eyes widening as they entered. Part of the room had fallen in and the inside of the house had filled with nature. It had to have happened years ago as a small tree was growing through a hole in the floor, but there were ferns and plants all over the place, nurtured by the light through the roof and the windows. It was a splendid place and the skunk was rolling around on part of his indoor garden.

"We should buy this place... Make sure it stays safe for him." Chris said softly.

"That's a wonderful idea... And we can come here for romantic picnics and things too." Phil smiled. Chris grinned, turning to gaze into Phil's eyes.

"I love you so much..." Chris whispered.

"I love you too." Phil replied, leaning in to kiss his lover deeply, their furry arms wrapping around one another. They truly were content and happy, as they had always been together.