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The Mist written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D Commissioned by IZ-ART

The sounds of industry filled the city, echoing down the tight streets and alleyways like the blood of civilization. The roadways were full of cars from countless years and a steady stream of humanity filtered up and down the stairways leading to the subway. It was constant progress, constant productivity and a constant march toward the future, though there were relics of the past all around.

Skyscrapers had crept up ever taller over the years, bringing constant shade to neighborhoods that had once been at the pinnacle of success. High density brick apartment buildings created a labyrinth around the industrial centers, providing housing for the workers of the many factories and construction sites. Cranes stretched high above the average buildings like plants reaching desperately for sun.

Normally the constant shadow could depress those trapped to life beneath the big buildings, but in the midst of the heat wave it was proving to be a welcome respite. Even with the shadow, it was topping a hundred degrees in many places and the cement was radiating heat like an active stove top. Business men in suits looked miserable, toying with their tight ties and trying to unbutton as much as they could get away with while men of other walks of life had a far easier time with sleeveless shirts, shorts, or anything they didn't mind sweating in.

Amid all the hustle and bustle was Mitch, standing at a street corner in his teal sleeveless t-shirt and his baggy cargo shorts. He wiggled his toes in his nikes, feeling how spongy the soles had gotten with the humidity. It was unbearable. He reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow, his arm brushing the short shaggy light brown hair he had. If Mitch had any choice in the matter he would have stayed inside under the air conditioner, but job searches waited for now man and he had to get his resume out there... He just wished his college degree had more weight to it.

The cross walk turned white and Mitch darted across the cement, passing by the sea of cars waiting to surge forward. The exhaust had thinned out with the heat but it was everywhere, giving the air a tang to it that made Mitch's lungs throb and pulse. It was rather sickening, but at the same time it was how life simply was. Mitch nearly made it across before a Prius tried to round the corner, grazing his hip. Mitch slapped the hood.

"Hey, I'm walkin' here!" He shouted, giving a gesture with his hand before crossing the rest of the way. The Prius didn't wait much longer before making the turn, advancing ten feet before getting stuck behind another cluster of cars on the side street. Mitch rolled his blue eyes a bit at the futility of it all, glancing up ahead. Only another six blocks and he'd be home. He passed by the brick and cement steps of an apartment complex and got a few whistles from the boys there. They were thin and lithe with trendy haircuts. A blonde, a redhead and an Asian boy with a pompadour.

While the whistles made Mitch feel a bit appreciated, twinks weren't his scene at all. They seemed immature, unripe, unready... But a man's man? That was enough to catch Mitch's attention any time of the day. He glanced around and spotted a fine specimen standing in the middle of bright orange construction cones and caution tape. The man was six foot two with broad shoulders, his hair a bit long in back and a bushy brown beard hanging down a few inches from his face. Despite the heat he'd kept his masculinity... and a bit of weight around the midsection, the white shirt tight around his belly.

Mitch didn't know what it was about dads that appealed to him so much, but he sighed wistfully at the sight of the macho man before continuing on his way, heading to his apartment to lock himself in and cool off. As Mitch passed, the construction worker moved over to the manhole and crawled down rung by rung. As he descended the temperature dropped, but the foul smell increased as well. The rungs were nearly a hundred years old and the sewer tunnel was massive, a river of sludge flowing through the city towards its destination. It was a relic of a forgotten time, but one that had been subverted.

While the tunnel was ancient, the technological innovations fastened to the sides of the tunnel were state of the art. Fiber optics, hydraulics, pneumatics. There was a nervous system of material and data flowing beneath the city itself, all coming through junction boxes stamped with the ChromaCorp emblem. One of the junction boxes was already open, a young man in his early twenties with blond slicked back hair working on it. A cable line ran from the box to his tablet where he was furiously reviewing data.

"The Mayor's getting pissed, pressure's still way out of whack from the pipeline." The construction worker said.

"The mayor's mood is irrelevant. This situation is all we need to be concerned with, and we do need to be concerned..." The technician murmured.

"You figure out where it's getting' gummed up at?" The worker asked.

"Yes... The chemicals are becoming super-heated in the pipeline exposed to direct sunlight and they are coming into the city where the pipes are much cooler. The rapid compression is causing the problems in half a dozen systems." The technician said, shaking his head, "What I can't figure out is why it is worse here... Have a look around, will you?" he asked. The worker raised an eyebrow before he sighed gently and started moving down the tunnel, reaching to pull his hard hat on and turn on the attached light.

The worker kept his reservations to himself as he moved down the line, looking for anything out of the ordinary. His eyes followed the corrugated rib cage of systems tucked into the sewer out of convenience, seeming so very out of place and so very wrong. If they wanted a problem free experience, they should have built a new infrastructure... but that had never been the way of it. Humans were a tack-on people.

In the midst of his ruminations, the worker came to a stop and reached up to scratch at his beard a bit, looking at a strange disruption of a drainage system. The pipe was wide enough to hold a pumpkin but it still had somehow clogged full of leaves and plant matter. The clog had caused storm water to pour down over some of the Chromocorp junctions rather than spilling out into the sewer as intended. The worker moved over and reached up to start pulling away the clog, throwing it into the sewer below. With a few handfuls removed, it was only then that he heard the hiss and saw the movement inside, but it was already too late.

"Fuck..." he shouted, backing up. The creature inside had also turned around, but it wasn't retreating. A black and white tail flipped up, glands were compressed and a fine mist sprayed out. The worker closed his mouth as much as he could, but it was already too late. The foul scented skunk juice soaked his face and beard, stinging in his eyes. The worker backed up even more but his heel found the edge of the walkway. Starting to lose balance, he reached out to grab a hold of anything he could for support. The only thing in reach was a junction box.

The combination of excessive internal pressure and a man's body weight was simply too much. The metal groaned, shuddered and then snapped. A thick cloud of pungent yellow vapor came funneling out, hitting the construction worker directly. As it enveloped him and passed over his body, the cloud turned steadily green and spread outward in both directions, filling the sewer line. The river of waste began to bubble and sizzle as the cloud passed over it. The technician had heard the explosion and turned to run, but the cloud swept around him and he disappeared into the green ether. Back on the surface the explosion was barely audible, though the open manhole revealed the thick green mist filling up the subterranean space within inches of the surface, lurking beneath the cement as the excess pressure was relieved.

****

Mitch's eyes opened to the sound of screeching tires, then metal hitting metal and glass shattering. He sprung up from his bed and lunged over to the window, throwing back the gauzy curtains. His eyes searched the moist, glistening black asphalt until he saw the car crash. Apparently a passing car had slammed into one parked on the side of the street. There had been so many more accidents the last few days... but a lot had changed. Mitch's eyes lifted up, looking at the sky. The excessive temperatures from the heat wave had dropped a little, but they had been replaced by a thick layer of ominous clouds hanging over the city that trapped the humidity. Even when it wasn't raining, everything outside seemed soggy and wet.

The news reports had been dominated by weather coverage, trying in vain to understand how the air pressure above the city could be so high and yet there were more and more clouds with every passing hour. The cement was saturated, the buildings were saturated. Water beaded up on street signs and dripped down to the ground. It looked miserable and Mitch had been avoiding it, but after three days he was getting cabin fever. He watched the owner of the parked car lumber out, breaking into a shouting match with the careless driver. Despite the agitation, Mitch just wanted to be anywhere but his apartment.

After hastily dressing in jeans and a hooded vest, Mitch stumbled down the hall of his apartment building. The hall was long and wide, filled with ornate and unnecessary molding. The carpet was hideous with a busy pattern of gold on cream, but the rent was cheap and the neighbors were quiet. He turned the corner and opened the door to the stairwell that spiraled down to the main floor. His feet came down in rapid precision and he reached the bottom, moving for the front door with speed. His hand raised and he opened the door, powering out into the street.

The hot, humid air hit him like a wave. Mitch's speed slowed down a bit as he looked around in disgust. How could anything be that moist without rain? He shrugged it off as best he could and turned, moving up the street. His eyes darted out from beneath his shaggy brown hair, looking at everything. The condition of the neighborhood had really deteriorated the last few days. There was trash lining the gutters, fresh graffiti on the buildings and a number of cars vandalized. For once Mitch was glad he had to walk everywhere.

Mitch walked for four blocks, feeling vaguely paranoid. Sirens blared in the distance, growing fainter and fainter. He glanced both ways before he started strafing across the street, walking diagonally across the way to get to the convenience store. Beneath the dingy clouds, the steady and bright blue and white glow from the building seemed almost like a beacon of hope. Mitch hopped up onto the curb and crossed the rest of the way to the shop, reaching for the door before he hesitated.

Just the short walk had left him feeling like he'd waded through a swamp. Mitch reached up to wipe the humidity off his arms but winced as he felt a sharp pain jolt through his arm. Looking down, Mitch had managed to cut himself on his fingernails. He looked down at them in disbelief, shocked at how long they had grown in just a few days. The nails were darker than normal too, taking on a brownish tinge. He curled up his lips in disgust and wiped down his arms a bit more carefully before he opened the door and elicited the double tone chime of the door.

The air inside was cool and clean, smelling faintly of evergreen and bubblegum. Mitch stepped in and sighed with relief, letting the door ease shut behind him, sealing with a satisfying hiss. He stood there for a moment before he took a step, his foot coming down in something quite slippery. Mitch nearly slipped before he grabbed onto the counter for support, his eyes moving down. Half of the store was covered in a soupy rainbow of swirled colors of syrupy goo and broken rubber. Mitch was dumbfounded before he heard the icee machine whirring away.

Looking up, Mitch identified the source as an eighteen year old with a candy apple red mohawk filled condoms with lemon slush. The rubber inflated and distended in every direction, the rubber frosting over. Once the condom had been stretched to its limit, he tied it off and looked around with an almost manic glee in his eyes before he spotted Mitch. Mitch's lip curled in disgust at the display.

"What the fuck are you on?!" Mitch called out. The punk grinned even more, his teeth seeming oddly sharp before he hurled the wobbly, slushy water balloon like projectile toward the newcomer. Mitch stepped out of the way just as the balloon hit the door, sending sloshy yellow froth all over the glass and handles. The teen giggled manically before he bolted, boots splashing through the puddle before he burst out into the street. Mitch shuddered even more at that, trying to figure out what was going on.

Making that kind of mess in a public place was absurd, and Mitch couldn't think of any time anyone had gotten away with it. The punk should have been ejected from the store, maybe even had charges pressed. It was only then that the idea hit Mitch. He hadn't seen a clerk anywhere. Mitch looked around slowly. No one behind the counter... Mitch started moving toward the back of the shop.

"Hello?" he called out, moving toward the employee area, "Uh, your store's kind of destroyed out here." Mitch said. He stopped and waited, listening for any sort of response. What he heard, though, surprised him. Muffled and out of the way, he could hear a wet and sloppy slurping noise. Mitch slowly turned, standing at the doorway to the employee area, only to see he had indeed missed the clerk behind the counter. Curled up on the floor, the clerk had bent his head down between his legs, his heels propped up beneath the counter... and was indulging himself.

It was a feat of flexibility worthy of an advanced yoga class, but the thirty year old's lips were wrapped around the head of his own manhood. Mitch had seen the clerk many times before... Non-descript, dishwater blond hair, a former athlete with a little bit of pudge around the middle and diamond stud earrings. All that time, Mitch had never realized how... flexible he was. Mitch grunted gently, realizing how much of a pervert he was, standing there and watching. He careened around the counter and through the puddle of slush before bolting back into the evening air. As the sounds of the city came washing back around him, complete with screaming and yelling and moaning from countless apartment windows, Mitch started to wonder if the city was truly losing its mind.

****

Steam lifted off the bowl of ramen noodles, sitting to the side of the chair Mitch was nestled in. He looked tired and weary, worried and grim. The television was showing a video feed of a helicopter flying over the city. There were fires and broken water mains, people rioting in the street. The feed was breaking more and more into static, the helicopter seeming to have problems with the thermal currents. Despite that, the reporter in the chopper was doing his best to continue.

"...in addition to the street crimes reported across the city, various citizens have allegedly been assaulted by large bear-like creatures, although police are still searching for any evidence of the assaults." the man said through the distortions of his headset microphone.

"Thank you, Paul, we'll check back in a few minutes." The anchor in the studio said, trying to show a smile as professional as it was fake, the obvious concern captured on camera. "Meanwhile, traffic out of the city is still at a standstill. Some drivers have resorted to abandoning their cars in search of food or water while others continue to leave the city on foot. Once again, city officials are urging citizens not to leave their homes unless absolutely necessary," the anchor reported. Mitch bit his lip before he rose to his feet.

At first he wasn't even sure what he was doing, but a quick jaunt to his junk drawer provided an answer. He reached in and fished out a big, glossy silver roll of duct tape he'd kept for emergencies. He turned and moved over to the window and looked outside. Even in the middle of the morning it seemed like nine at night. Mitch pulled on the tape, listened to the satisfying ka-wack sound of it unfurling before he tore it with his teeth and brought the strip down along his window, tapeing the window frame to the window sill, stopping any air that might squeeze through into his apartment.

Mitch worked his way along the bottom and then up the sides, peering out into the lawless, mad world devolving before his very eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt like it had to be an over-reaction. A heat wave and then muggy temperatures, everyone cooped up... Maybe there had been some sort of chemical spill, something that made the women of the city sick and feel like they had to leave, but it couldn't be anything more than that. There was no way anyone would let things get that truly out of hand. He just had to wait a little while longer for the weather to clear up and people to come back to their senses.

****

It had been days... too many days. Mitch looked at the cupboards in his kitchen, every one of them open. Without any boxes or cans, it was easy to see how much grit and dust had accumulated. It was easy to see how barren life had become. He'd consumed every ounce of edible food in his apartment, from the last can of alphabet soup to the random zucchini he had gotten from his neighbor. He'd eaten the bag of lima beans he despised, the vienna sausage that made him ill just thinking about... There was no turning back now. There was nothing left but to try and survive.

While Mitch's kitchen was barren, his bedroom offered the hope of at least some protection. He threw his closet open and began rummaging through, pulling out an old red and blue plaid shirt. Taking both sides firmly in his hands, he tore the fabric into long strips. He tested them out a bit before he tied one up around his face, covering his mouth and nose, the knot hanging down behind his head in two long tails. Once he was sure it was going to work, he tugged it down and let it hang around his neck.

Mitch grabbed his old olive drab backpack next, checking the straps that had been used to keep his skateboard in place. It reminded him vaguely of a turtle shell with the stripes and sections. He pulled the pack on and loosened the straps a bit. He was going to load it up with as much as he could manage. Mitch's eyes scanned the room a bit before he spotted the last of the duct tape he'd used to seal the windows of his apartment. He picked it up and weighed it a bit in his hand before stuffing it into his pockets along with the spare bandanna masks he'd made.

With everything in line, Mitch moved to the door. He unlocked each lock before he moved out. The hallway was already mustier than his apartment had been. Mitch knew he would have to go and try and duct tape the windows of the other rooms on the floor, to try and keep it from getting any worse - but to do that he'd need food, lots of it. Mitch turned the corner and opened the door to the stairs and moved downwards, glancing up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, still illuminated. He wondered how long the power would last, if there were still people beyond the thickening mist that were keeping the world turning. Perhaps that would be his next goal, to get out of the city, to find other survivors... but first came food, always food.

Mitch came down to the front door of the apartments and looked out. There was a greenish yellow haze beyond like smog one could see. Mitch knew now that the mist was a byproduct of what was happening, what was changing people. It was the enemy. He would have to limit his time outside and hopefully find something better to protect himself with. He'd have to try the hospital first for breathing devices, and once he had some from there he'd have to try the city armory.

The door squeaked a bit as it opened, letting the warm and humid air in. Mitch pushed out and shut the door behind him, not wanting to taint his sanctuary any more than it was already. He moved down the cement steps as he had a thousand times, only to become aware of how strange everything had become. The street was quiet and still. The clouds rolling over head were dark and thick, greenish black, flashing with bursts of silent lightning. Cars were left abandoned in the strangest of positions... but Mitch couldn't waste time reflecting on any of that.

The young man moved down the sidewalk, thinking of the quickest way to the hospital. It would have been so much easier with cell phone reception, but that too had been lost. His mind retraced his travels through the city and he knew the hospital was several dozen blocks behind his apartment building. He made his way down the sidewalk to the end of his apartment building before he turned and began advancing up the alleyway.

Mitch had avoided the alleyway even during the good times, but now he wished he had taken another path. The dumpsters were ripped open, the ground seemed dirty and covered with strange grit... and worst of all, the eternal twilight that ensnared the city was even darker here, casting deep and dark shadows. Mitch continued on until movement caught him off guard. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but as it came into focus it was hard for Mitch not to gasp. The show in front of Mitch's eyes was nothing short of surreal: in the middle of the dark smelly alley two figures were busy performing a lewd sexual act in the open... two figures that certainly weren't human.

The creature standing in the middle of the dirty passageway was massive: probably an inch shorter than eight feet, packing at least six hundred pounds of muscle and fat - especially fat - and a belly that made him look like he had a giant beach ball right under his skin. As the big monster moaned and shivered, the huge gut bounced, solid and round. The beastman was covered in fur from head to paws, sporting thick and curved jet black claws that were almost digging into the asphalt; the white hair on his stretched belly was stained and matted in a yellowish fluid that still looked too dense to be urine, and the towering tail extending from right above his ample ass was jet black, with twin parallel immaculate stripes - well, they would've been immaculate if they hadn't been stained in dirt and other unspeakable substances - going from the base to the tip.

And yet, despite being so utterly wrong and animalistic, it was clear that the heavyset furry monstrosity in the alleyway had been human at some point: his dark nipples topping his meaty man boobs had been pierced by steel hoops decorated with a single small blue sphere, and a decidedly human beard - thick, long and messy dark white hair, the epitome of virility and manliness, the perfect symbol of a bear daddy... except covering a skunk muzzle - hung from his chin, crusted in food remains and the same yellow sticky substance that covered his belly fur.

Kneeling in front of him, kept in place by the bestial and yet oddly well-proportioned hybrid between a hand and a paw - the dark claws buried into rapidly lengthening hair - was a smaller man... Although calling him a "man" would've been grossly inaccurate; he too was nothing but an animal, a devolved being, even though his changes were far from over: the black and white fur still hadn't claimed his whole body, and even if he too was starting to sport a distended gut and a set of juicy, fat pecs, his proportions were still reasonably normal... But that was clearly destined to change in the span of mere minutes. His eyes were large, hazy and unfocused, and his extending mouth-muzzle was wrapped around the daddy skunk's thick and veiny dick, sucking at it with glee and abandon.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." the bigger creature roared in a deep, booming voice that bore only a passing resemblance to that of a human. "Milk your daddy alright..."

"F-f-fuck..." Mitch whispered, panting softly into his bandanna. He was blushing from ear to ear, his skin blazing red - and soon, he realized, he was sporting an erection too. He was almost painfully hard. Mitch swallowed, the eroticism quickly turning into disgust, so much that he felt he might throw up. How was this turning him on? It was some grotesque perversion of everything he had ever found sexy... He was in love with manly men, not beastly skunks. He had to get out of there. It had to be the mist, it had to be something wrong with the city. He wasn't like this.

Mitch spun around to escape, but he didn't calculate how much space the duct tape in his pocket took up and grazed the dumpster with the protruding bulge. The sound echoed out into the alleyway. Mitch froze for a moment in shock before he turned to look over his shoulder back at the massive skunk daddy in the middle of his sexual conquest.

"Oooh... Look what we have here..." the creature, despite his evident state of arousal, had of course noticed the noise, and was now staring at poor Mitch with piercing, solid black eyes that certainly didn't look human anymore. "A lost boy... Why don't you come here too, huh? I have enough juice to quench anyone's thirst..." His massive tail twitched, and after a subtle hissing a foul, vile smell spread in the alleyway: a stench of rotten food, of ammonia and burnt rubber.

Mitch could see the fluid droplets escaping the skunk's tail, how it started to evaporate and lift into a mist in the air once it hit a surface. Mitch's eyes widened as he looked around. Was that what was inundating the city? Skunk spray? That moment of revelation, though, kept Mitch around too long. While dampened by his bandanna, the scent still reached him. Mitch suddenly felt bile climb up the back of his throat, but as disgusting as the smell was, it was also intoxicating too.

A hot wet spot began to form in his pants and a shudder ripped through Mitch as he came, pumping out his semen without ever touching his cock. The hot fluid dripped down his legs and soaked into his pants. A bristling itch spread across his blushing face too, his clean shaven skin developing short stubble... But Mitch wasn't sticking around to see how far it would go. He turned and began moving out of the alleyway, trying to escape the beast's cloud.

"Oh, no, stay..." the monstrous daddy skunk, despite being so huge and fat, was surprisingly quick: he motioned towards Mitch, forcing the still transforming man to lose his hold on the dripping beastly shaft - he let out a desperate, saddened moan as he fell in the dirt of the ground, but the other monster didn't seem to care that much. With a few surprisingly long and quick strides, he lowered a heavy paw on Mitch's shoulder. "I mean, you're clearly enjoying the show..." His other hand came down and started massaging the man's dick through the cum soaked fabric of his pants.

Mitch squirmed and writhed a bit as his cock pushed out every last ounce of fluid he had, but the orgasm didn't last much past him drying up. The euphoria coming to an end, Mitch fought harder against his captor. He struggled and grunted, pushing off anything he could. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he wouldn't have been fighting at all if this man had just been a real man, but his instincts still told him to survive, to flee, to escape. The skunk, however, just let out a deep, quite sinister chuckle; he grinned, his black lips revealing a set of yellowish teeth.

"You're a fighter, huh? I like that..." The paw that was still caressing Mitch's dick went up, his fat fingers twitching, the dark claws shining ominously in front of the man's eyes, wide in horror. The index finger caressed the bridge of Mitch's nose before the skunk slid it downward, hooking the edge of the bandanna, depriving Mitch of his last, thin layer of protection, metaphorically stripping him naked against the unknown danger of the now savage city.

"No!" Mitch called out as the bandanna was drawn down. The smells became so much more real, the humidity clinging to his skin in tiny greenish yellow droplets like beads of rain.

"Oh, yes..." the skunk lowered his head and planted a fat, sloppy kiss right over Mitch's mouth, silencing him. His tongue - dripping foul saliva, thick and slick like an oversized snail - forced the barrier of the human's lips and invaded his mouth, lewdly painting his teeth with toxic drool and sending Mitch's own tongue into a frenzy. All it took was a drop of that slimy, vile fluid... one drop and Mitch's spent erection was firming back up again, his balls and prostate churning out more juices, getting ready for another round.

The skunk daddy felt the human soften and weaken in his grip, seeming to become more docile... but only for a moment before he felt the human's teeth pin his slimy tongue in a very sharp, threatening manner. A flash of focus crossed Mitch's eyes. Mitch's message was clear. He was not going to submit and the skunk would have to choose between another human conquest or keeping his tongue; it took just a couple of seconds for the big monster to decide: he gently - considering his size and the fact that the other had him by the tongue - pushed Mitch away, setting him free. Mitch's teeth grazed the slimy tongue, raking off more of the skunk slime from it before he stumbled back.

"As I said, I like fighters..." he whispered, winking at the human. "See you next time, then..." Mitch stood there for only a moment before he turned and stumbled back the way he had come, yellowish gray drool leaking from his lips. He tried to spit it out but it clung to his teeth and tongue. His nipples ached, his erection throbbed. He fished into his pocket and drew out a fresh bandanna and tried to tie it on as he escaped from the strangest situation of his life... at least so far.

****

The shower hissed as it pumped the water through the narrow holes in the head. The narrow streams of water came down, cutting through layers of film that had built up on Mitch's skin. After everything that had happened, he wanted to take a hot shower but it seemed the water heater wasn't working anymore... but an icy shower would work just as well. It jostled his senses, it kept his libido at bay, it cut through the infernal heat trapped in the city.

Mitch opened his mouth and caught as much of the shower water as he could, gargling before he spit it out onto the shower floor. He panted a bit as the water beaded up on his face. He felt it run down his forehead and his nose, curving around the tip before dropping... but then landing on the stubble growing out of his chin.

Yellowish green eyes opened at that. Mitch had never grown stubble before and the sensation was strange. He slowly stepped out of the shower and padded across the bathroom tiles, moving to look at his reflection. He reached up with black clawed hands and wiped away the steam. The face looking back seemed like a stranger to him. Mitch's shaggy brown hair was darker on the sides, longer and straighter. His face was dark with stubble, pitch black on the cheeks, though the hair beneath his lower lip down to his chin was a crisp snowy white.

Mitch's eyes trailed down to his chest, his fair pectorals now covered with curls of gray hair trying desperately to be straight and smooth... and to his ample, thicker than usual pubic bush, growing out of his groin like some sort of demented topiary. Even his ass was hairy now, not to mention the forest covering his legs. Once more Mitch felt the uncomfortable mixture of eroticism and disgust. Before the clouds had come, he would have loved to be that hairy... It would be an excuse to hang out with burly men, gay daddies just like he liked... but now it was something entirely different, it was a sign of the beast, of the creatures roaming the fallen city.

"I'm going to fight it, I'm going to survive, I'm going to get out of here and I'm going to be me." Mitch said. His affirmation was punctuated by an odd groaning and thumping in the walls, though this time it was not any of his neighbors. The water coming from the shower seemed to spike and then drop in pressure, burbling as bubbles made it through the line. The stream fluctuated a few more times before the clear, clean, crisp and cool water began darkening with rust and dirt, turning brown and staining the shower.

"Fucken' A!" Mitch cursed, striding over. He shut the shower off and watched as the remaining water dribbled out, full of particulate. Mitch's heart sank. Without clean water survival was going to be even more difficult. He had to find enough supplies to wait even longer, or risk crossing vast stretches of a savage city and then countless miles of open countryside to get to the next town.

****

The door to the bathroom swung open with enough force that the door knob rammed into the plaster, puncturing the facade. Mitch stumbled in, his guts churning. After managing to find a stash of twinkies and other assorted artificial pastries in the next apartment building over, he'd had his first meal in a while. Sadly it hadn't settled all that well. Mitch reached down and lifted the toilet lid up, hastily unbuttoned his pants and slid them down before promptly sitting - and then yelping in pain.

Mitch's hand shot back to his ass, rubbing the tender flesh, finding the hairy wedge shaped nub just above his ass cheeks. It wiggled and shifted beneath his touch. Once again Mitch felt sick over how much had changed, how much he had lost. Mitch slid forward a bit on the toilet and tried not to squeeze his new appendage, focusing instead on the task.

The young man bore down, feeling his muscles contract and shift. The pressure was unbearable. He'd felt full all the way back to his own building, but now it still didn't seem to want to come. Mitch's dark amber eyes lifted up as he looked ahead at a row of two dozen crystal unicorns on an ornate white wrought iron shelf.

With the water situation getting worse, Mitch had taken to going to the bathroom in other people's abandoned apartments. He'd flush and leave as the tainted water rushed in to replace what he had just used... though he'd reached a disquieting idea in the last few days. When the water went bad, he had neglected to set any aside ahead of time. The only place in the building that had standing fresh water, relatively speaking, were the toilet tanks in his building. As such, he'd had to set a few aside as potential sources of hydration, limiting the number he visited for relief.

Mitch groaned deeper, his eyes squeezing shut. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't come. He pushed and he pushed... and then the most peculiar sensation came. His anus began to tingle and throb before it felt like two tiny beads shifted to either side of his hole. A hot, wet, oily spray rushed out of his ass, plunging into the toilet water and coating the sides of the bowl. A pungent, strong smell of melting rubber wafted up from between his legs.

"SHIT!" Mitch muttered, stumbling up and away from the toilet, but his spray didn't stop there. It shot out, landing on the hot pink and purple polka dot shower curtain, dousing it with clear fluid. Mitch tried to stop, to hold it in but it felt so good to release... His cock was hard in moments and the throbbing, rock hard erection coupled with the soft, oily spray was intoxicating. Mitch's hand drifted up, curling around his chubby, longer than usual cock. The clawed fingers began tugging the flesh back and forth, stroking it, feeling how meaty it was.

Mitch's other hand slowly drifted up and began to stroke his face, feeling the curling hairs of his stubble turning into a beard. He tugged on the side connectors of his growing mustache before he took a few steps forward and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His plump pink lips stood out in contrast to the bushy white mustache he was growing, stretching wide over his mouth before dipping down on both sides. He was getting a fairly dense beard too, though the design was unique. Despite coming down in a v shaped from the sides of his face to a few inches below his chin, the sides were still black and the center had a vertical stripe of white up to his lower lip.

Unable to help himself, Mitch began fondling his skunk beard. He felt the curls, the volume, the thickness. He felt how manly it was and his erection got even harder. One hand pumped his cock, the other felt the heft of his beard and he gazed at his own reflection without pause. He moaned louder and louder, his hair falling across his face. White bangs were flanked by black sides, a natural stripe growing in there as well. Mitch panted more and more before he came, sending out a jet of sticky, thick ivory colored semen. The flow poured for several seconds, then several more. He hosed down the peach colored tile floor, the porcelain sink, even the door. His flow lasted well over a minute before finally subsiding.

Mitch was left panting, his eyes shut, sweat beading his forehead and rolling down into the hair that bridges his two eyebrows. Ever so slowly he opened his eyes once more and looked at his reflection. It was clear no survivor camp would accept him. He was too far gone, but he hadn't lost his humanity yet. He just had to wait for the weather to clear, for humans to retake the city. They would see the control he had, how human he still was. He might get treatment, some kind of help... or at least better treatment than the beasts in the city. Escape was out of the question, but survival... survival was still an option.

****

Silence had fallen over the city. There were no more sirens, no more yells, no more televisions or radios or cell phones. There was only the sound of the thick clouds churning over the city in low, rumbling, barely audible tones. The mist had turned into a fog and the fog permeated the city, coating everything... but Mitch had prepared himself. The silence of the city was punctuated with the faint hiss of the gas mask he'd taken from the city armory building. He'd found a black and gray wet suit and fashioned it into a coat of sorts, keeping his skin from being exposed. He wore heavy camouflage pants, baggy in the butt to make room for his proto-tail, and over-sized combat boots were tugged up over the ends of the pants to make a seal.

Mitch felt strange with his beard bunched up in the mask and his belly distending the wetsuit outward, but the fashion crime was the cost of keeping his humanity. He'd managed to make it seven more weeks without changing any more. He stuck to routes he knew and even set up rudimentary traps to indicate when others were in the area. He'd gotten good at guessing where supplies might remain and he'd learned ways to decontaminate them. The big question, though, was the long term plan.

There was no way to get word out about survivors using radio waves and the internet in the city had gone dead when no one had entered information about the bills being paid, but the hard lines had to exist somewhere. Mitch would have to figure out how to access the cables directly, to try and get word out of the city - or more importantly, to learn how widespread the effect was. Had the fog reached the next city? The next state? Was it global? Mitch had to know.

After weeks of playing it safe, Mitch had been moving further downtown, intent on invading city hall. Somewhere inside he would find building plans, city layouts, information that he could use. He slowed down as he reached the end of the block, his heart skipping a beat as he looked at the dead crosswalk sign. No light, no signal, no sound at all. It felt like he'd just been rushing down this street during the heat wave, as if no time had passed at all... and yet it also felt like an eternity. The streets had been so crowded. The twinks, the construction worker hottie, everyone... everyone had been there, on that street. Mitch's shoulders drooped gently.

"Why me?" he whispered softly to himself, "Why am I the one to survive? The one to keep fighting? What good am I? What am I supposed to do?" he whispered before falling as silent as the streets around, listening to his own breathing in and out of the mask slowly. No answer came. Mitch let out a soft sigh and resumed walking, taking a few steps onto the street before he slowed down.

He could feel something strange, an unearthly trembling beneath his feet. It was low and steady and powerful. Mitch looked around with his intense yellow eyes, peering out from behind the mask before he noticed an open manhole behind a construction truck. Mitch moved over slowly, not entirely sure why he was drawn to it until he felt the vibrations getting more intense. As he approached, it became clear that something was terribly wrong.

The fog was getting thicker, warmer and more humid. It felt like he was trying to walk through soup. He kept pushing on despite the risks, approaching the hole, wading through the mist until he got close enough to look in. As Mitch gazed into the gap, it was not a terrifying abyss as he had anticipated, but a swirling maelstrom of green and yellow. Liquid was boiling and vaporizing into gas right beneath the surface. The hot, wet, oily chemicals spewed upwards into the fog, spreading out in every direction.

"Holy fuck!" Mitch muttered to himself, looking around as if to recruit help... but the city was just as empty as it had been. Mitch murmured to himself before he moved to the truck and opened it up. Sure enough, just inside the manhole cover had been set. Mitch reached out with gloved hands to try and lift up the metal disc, but even straining he couldn't lift it. If it had been on his side he would have attempted to roll it out, but flat like it was he couldn't manage.

Mitch had new purpose in his eyes. he had to get the manhole cover out, to cover up the main, to tape it shut and pray the seal held... and to try and find a way to seal up the rest of them. There was a risk of an explosion, of course, but this was the closest Mitch had gotten to finding a source for the mist. He turned and started running back toward home, his boots slamming against the asphalt. He panted softly, picking up the pace as much as he could. Mitch's mind churned through possible tools, mechanisms, and methods he could use to seal the sewer system, and he thought about all of the things he could look up at city hall about it... The one thing he didn't think about were the threats lurking around his own home, at least until his forward momentum came to a sudden stop, a paw wrapping around the lower half of his gas mask.

"Oooh, look who I caught... My favorite fighter!" a deep, rumbling, dreadfully familiar voice resonated in the man's ears: he had been careless, his mind distracted by the recent discovery, and so he hadn't realized that a skunk monster was lurking around... But not just any skunk monster. "I'm glad to see you again, fighter..."

"Get off me! Let me go!" Mitch howled, struggling and punching into the furry mass. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been to put months of stealth and safety at risk the moment he'd found the source of the problem. Despite Mitch's squirming, the massive furry creature went on, slowly trying to pull the writhing human in the smelly depths of the nearest alleyway. It seemed that the skunk daddy had only grown stronger as the rest of the city decayed.

"It's been weeks since our encounter, but ooooooh, daddy never forgot ya! Now I have the perfect gift for ya, fighter... Be sure to smell plenty, and lick, if you want to..." The black and white monster started clawing at the gas mask over the human's face, "It's my daddy juice, but don't worry... There's plenty more from where this came out..."

"I don't have time for this, I have to save the cit-" Mitch's word was cut off by a muffled hissing from the gas mask as the seal was broken. He clamped his mouth shut and tried to hold his breath, giving up the dream of being released and focusing entirely on getting his gas mask back.

Without the hindrance of the gas mask, though, the daddy skunk was free to indulge in his aggressive attempts of corrupting the captured human; his paw, soaked in yellowish fluid, went to rest over Mitch's smaller hand, not trying to force it away but simply covering the lower half of the man's face; at the same time, he forced Mitch closer, as if he was trying to absorb him into his massive, bouncy gut.

"I'm sure you'll reconsider soon enough, boy..." he murmured huskily in the man's ear. "My thick skunk shaft needs some release, you know..." The smell, the flavor, it was starting to get to Mitch but he couldn't give up. He had to try anything to get free, to save the city.

"Who were you before this? What life did you have before the fog?" Mitch asked, hoping to shake some vestige loose of a more innocent life, a glimmer of humanity that might release him. The big furry creature stumbled, clearly not expecting such a question.

"I..." he murmured, confused. "I was just a human, like you. An old, boring man living a grey, sad life... Nothing worth mentioning. But look at me now, boy: I'm huge and strong and always ready to fuck. Can you imagine how good it feels, not to be bound by any kind of societal norm? To be able to indulge in pleasure anytime you want, with anyone you meet? Living an existence of pure debauchery?"

Mitch didn't respond, clearly not expecting such an answer in turn. He had assumed the beasts had all been turned against their will, reduced to animalistic actions. The truth seemed far more surprising. The daddy went on, his voice now clearer. "I know you want it, fighter," he said, sounding like a real, caring father... or at least a perverse, twisted version of it. "I know you'd love to be like me, from the very first moment you saw me in that alleyway, am I right?"

"Just... let me go, please..." Mitch murmured, though it was clear the skunk was hitting a nerve. Of course, the daddyskunk didn't release him.

"You'll love it, as much as I do," the massive creature continued. "I see you've already started getting a proper beard... Think how wonderful it will feel to have a full, white cascade of facial hair, so manly and handsome, of how good it will be to stroke it, massage it, tug it... The very essence of virility." The skunk caressed and toyed with Mitch's white short beard using his lascivious, meaty fingers. "And how about my belly? Won't you love to have one of those, too? So firm and bouncy, so rotund and vast that you won't be able to see your own feet..." To prove his point, the skunk pressed Mitch against himself even more and let out a deep moan.

Mitch looked down and all he could see was stained, greasy, oily yellowed and black fur, round and thick and huge. He knew the fog had to be getting to him, but he groaned softly, feeling his erection tenting his pants, the head of his cock dragging out along the bottom of that belly like an extending flag pole. Mitch closed his eyes, trying to shut it all out, biting his lip as his nipples went pert and his heart raced inside his chest. To the skunk daddy's surprise, it seemed as though the human was ready to pop, having been exposed so gradually that he was at a tipping point of change. Even toying with his beard had encouraged the hairs to grow from the simplest touch... And so, the furry beastman decided to play all the cards in his hand at once.

"I still haven't told you about my cock, right? So big, so musky, always ready to fuck any ass or mouth eager enough to take it, always filled with tasty spunk cum..." The creature murred in delight as his erect dick pumped a bit of precum all over Mitch's pants, staining them; some of the sticky, rich fluid even penetrated the fabric through and through and dripped down the man's asscrack, making the skin tingle. The already present wedge of flesh started to throb and swell outward. "How about a deal, fighter? Imma let you go now. If you wanna go away, do so, and I won't chase you... Plenty of fish in the sea, so to speak. But if you wanna stay..."

Mitch was surprised and shocked as the arms started to loosen. He stumbled back away from the skunk daddy, though he let out a soft gasp of loss as the belly came away. The presence of all that hot, furry meat had been empowering. He panted hard, each breath taking in more and more of the noxious chemicals in the air. His erection was swelling once again and a bristly, uneven skunk tail was pushing up out of the back of Mitch's pants like a growing plant. Mitch looked at the daddy before he turned and took several steps, hesitating. He took a few more fleeting steps before he slowly turned around and looked at his former captor with yellowed eyes and desperation.

"I... I don't want to be just another conquest..." Mitch murmured, "I want to be a skunk daddy..." he added with more confidence. The beastman nodded, and - surprisingly - there was almost tenderness in his eyes.

"How about a mate?" he proposed. "We'll be the biggest, toughest, most badass skunk daddies this town will ever know. Recruiting new guys together, fucking together, enjoying this new world together..."

With each word from his prospective partner, Mitch was sweating and panting harder. His clawed hand opened his fly and fished out a plump, elongating shaft. He began pumping it with his roughening paw pads, his hands gaining black fur. Mitch looked deep into the daddy's eyes as a strange, feral grin crossed his lips.

"Get over here and fucking kiss me..." Mitch demanded. The daddyskunk reciprocated the grin, showing a set of pointed yellowed fangs.

"You can bet your smelly ass I will..." he murmured back. He covered the distance separating the two of them with his belly bouncing wildly, and grabbed the smaller human into a powerful hug, having him sink into his ginormous belly once again.

Mitch grabbed onto his partner's head with one hand, pinning it in place while the other began to caress and fondle the skunk's beard. The human's lips were hungry, working and plying the skunk's, a tongue darting in and out of the foul mouth lewdly. Years of sexual craving were spewing out like a geyser of need. Mitch didn't know why he'd fought it before, but it almost made giving in that much more fun. He loved everything about the skunk, and his words had been right. The size, the fun, the freedom. Mitch wanted it all.

The human pressed tightly into that furry body, unrelenting in his needs, and the skunk responded to that with passion... Sloppy, loud, unrestrained and distorted, but passion nonetheless.

"Oh, fuck yeah, fighter..." the monster growled between kisses. "In the past few weeks the desire to find you and change you almost killed me... It burned so much, deep in my chest..." A hissing noise resonated in the alleyway, and a cloud of pungent, foul smell enveloped the two lovers like a radioactive cocoon. For the first time Mitch didn't fight the smell, his lungs drawing the scent in. His nostrils darkened and softened as he did, his nose growing fatter and wider. His ears were darkening as well, splotches forming on his skin.

"It's good to know I had such an effect on you." Mitch said, reaching down to rub that huge, rotund, bloated belly and the wet fur that covered it before he copped a feel of the skunk's massive erection beneath. The daddy moaned, deeply enjoying the attention; a frothy, slightly yellow drool started trickling from the corners of his black-lipped mouth, his eyes fluttering in bliss.

"Yeah... You tried to resist the change, and that requires some strength of will..." the creature explained, his massive tail twitching behind him. "I was obsessed by you, the only one who had managed to escape me..."

"Well, you let me go this last time... You were just lucky I chose to stay. To prove my dedication to you though-" Mitch slowly let go of the skunk daddy and moved around behind him before kneeling down. Mitch reached out and gave the massive skunk tail above him a long, luxurious stroke, his eyes fixating on the tail before him, "Why don't you give me the biggest, longest spray you can muster? And tell me your name so I can scream it as you do." Mitch murmured, wanting to drive his partner wild. The daddyskunk bared his teeth in a crazed smile, his beady black eyes full of ecstatic madness; in his warped, twisted brain something clicked, and he remembered something he had completely forgotten in the past few weeks.

"Brad..." he murmured. "Call me Brad." The monster furrowed in concentration, the swollen glands near his anus pushed into overdrive; for a few seconds nothing happened, since they had just expelled their vicious content... but then a veritable spray of viscous, oily droplets of greenish-yellow liquid were showered all over Mitch's face, as Brad let out a roar of victory. "Fuck, you're gonna be so hot when it's over..." he growled in anticipation.

"Keep going Brad, shower me with your dad juice... make me like you..." Mitch moaned, his face tingling and throbbing. He could feel it saturating his flesh, his nose, his lungs, his throat. It smelled foul and potent like it was rotting him away, but what was rising up beneath was so much stronger, so much more robust and resilient. He wouldn't have to struggle to survive, he would be a king of the neighborhood. Mitch leaned in, nuzzling under the tail, bringing his lips to the spraying scent glands. His tongue slipped around Brad's skunky pucker before it plunged inside a few times, sliding back and forth before emerging again. Brad's huge dick started oozing dense precum again, and the daddyskunk scooped it up and proceeded to smear it over his furry man tits while moaning loudly.

"Yeah, work that butthole..." he whispered in an almost commanding tone. His glands sprayed again, and this time the dose was even bigger than before; some of the vile liquid even landed directly inside Mitch's hungry mouth, the disgusting taste covering his tongue like a greasy film. Mitch's tongue continued to writhe and shift, slipping in and out of Brad's hole, fattening and plumping with every passing moment. It was coated in thick, stringy saliva. Even its color was darkening, matching the slug slime covered tongue that had kissed him those many weeks ago.

The foul greenish yellow spray was sinking into Mitch's teeth, turning them ever brighter shades of yellow as they twisted and warped, softening and re-hardening, each time longer and sharper. Brad, however, still wasn't satisfied, and pressed his plump, fat ass on Mitch's face.

"Come on! Lick that fucking hole alright! Give me some pleasure, fighter!" he ordered with gritted teeth; he was starting to feel aroused, and when that happened his instincts tended to cloud his mind and his judgement. Mitch kept at it, working his tongue deeper, trying to reach the holy ground of sexual points inside Brad's ass. He was buried deep under the skunk's tail, being showered with the transformative stink; when Mitch's evolved tongue finally managed to scrub against Brad's prostate, the massive skunk let out a savage roar of pleasure, making the still intact windowpanes around tremble and vibrate. His tapered dick sprayed a small, powerful geyser of pre that landed with a small thud over the lid of a nearby trashcan.

"FUCK YEAH!" Brad shouted, the hair of his giant tail completely erect. "Take your prize, fighter..." he then murmured viciously, unloading the biggest amount of transformative stinky liquid so far. Even as the green spray sprayed across his head, saturated his hair and rolled down his skin, he didn't stop. He kept licking and slurping and pleasing his partner as best he could... at least until Brad's strong arms forced him into an erect position again.

"Let's take care of those..." the skunk grumbled in a daunted tone as he pulled away from Mitch's face and turned around. Brad's clawed paws grabbed Mitch's dark clothes and ripped them apart quite easily, exposing the skin of his chest and abdomen; then he scooped some of the fluid directly from the transforming human's thickening hair and began to massage his pecs and belly aggressively. "If you wanna be a big daddy like me, you have to look the part..." he whispered before his tongue tip plunged into Mitch's extending ear, leaving a trickle of hot saliva inside.

Drool leaked from the corners of Mitch's mouth at that, feeling his ear expand and shift to accommodate the intruder, but even more he felt his nipples tingling sharply. As the stink seeped into his skin, the flesh seemed to extend and expand, rounding and plumping. His lithe, fit body grew larger by the moment. Over the weeks, despite having little food, Mitch had gained a bit of pudge across his stomach. As if he was gaining fat from the very air itself, the bulge grew larger beneath Brad's paws, swelling and rising; the skunk doubled his efforts, the grin on his face getting so big it was grotesque to see... and still, there was joy and passion and even love in that expression.

"Imagine how sexy you're gonna be in some minutes, fighter..." he murmured before his humid, fat tongue started penetrating Mitch's other ear. "Big, manly, imposing... A creature worthy of fear and respect. No one will ever look down at you anymore, you'll be the king of the city... But first you have to grow," and the monster resumed his unholy massage, and this time one of the paws ventured lower, starting to spread the foul fluid over Mitch's balls, dick and ass cheeks.

Mitch leaned back against the moist, gritty wall of the alleyway, panting and moaning under Brad's ministrations. His cock was as hard as granite, dribbling away thickening, darkening precum. His other ear struggled to catch up, the two growing furry and pointed, shifting on his head a bit. Mitch's once shaggy brown hair had grown thick, luxurious and long, cascading down over the back of his shoulders with two distinctive stripes branching off from a center stripe over his head. His pectorals had swollen and sagged like over full water balloons while his belly continued to expand and round, easily adding on sixty pounds in a matter of minutes.

"You're becoming so fucking hot, fighter..." Brad growled appreciately. His paws were stuffed deeply into the ruined remnants of Mitch's pants, busy touching, caressing, squeezing and pumping; the daddy skunk leaned forward, with a little difficulty because of Mitch's ever growing belly, and began to tease the changing human's now black nipples with his fangs.

"Fuck, Brad!" Mitch moaned, his voice dropping an octave. He thrashed against the wall, a clawed, furry, black hand grabbing the skunk daddy's head, pulling it to his man boob. As Mitch moaned and squirmed, his jaw popped and his skull shifted. His mouth began pushing forward, the bones elongating and narrowing, tapering toward the front as his nose extended. The growing tail extending from his waist climbed up higher, reaching Mitch's shoulder bones, climbing higher than the length of his long mane of hair. The daddyskunk beamed another deranged grin, his eyes as wide and round as coins, his ears twitching uncontrollably.

"Fuck you, fighter? Lemme check..." One of his meaty fingers pushed against Mitch's pucker, covering it with the vile-smelling fluid and making it tingle uncontrollably. The pointed claw quickly won any resistance and the finger plunged directly into the warm depths of Mitch's ass, where it wiggled around searching for the more sensitive spots. "Yeah, I think your ass is ready to take my pride and joy now."

"Give it to me, mate your mate!" Mitch grunted sharply, hiking his tail up, exposing his tail hole fully as he turned to face the wall, putting his hands against it. Brad grabbed his own thick rod and started smearing the rapidly darkening pucker of his soon to be partner with copious amounts of precum.

"With real pleasure..." he said, pushing his hips forward. The pointed, rock-hard dick slid inside the enlarged butt with relative ease, and Brad sighed in bliss, standing still for a few seconds while savoring the feeling of conquest he always had every time he managed to convert another sexy specimen to the skunk cause. Mitch stayed right there before him, keeping himself on display, panting hard as he felt the base of his beard tickle his chest.

"Get ready, fighter, daddy's coming..." Brad started pumping back and forth, his ample hips tracing a shallow arc across the air as he buried his dick deep into his mate's ass before pulling it out, although not completely. The rhythm became wild and uncontrollable almost immediately: Brad wasn't thinking in the least, he was just a mindless beast with a colossal horniness and a body to match. He grunted as he mercilessly fuck the butt in front of him, saliva dribbling down his beard, his scent glands spraying the concrete behind him with droplets of greenish corrosive fluid.

Mitch continued to grunt and pant. The tattered remains of his clothes stretched out over fattening calves and thighs, human flesh disappearing beneath a thick pelt of black fur. His shoes split out as claws pushed through and the feet plumped further. Mitch's spine extended, the ribs pushing apart to match, his entire body growing in every direction as he was fucked.

In his mindless, insane stupor, Brad still somehow understood that he wasn't the only one that needed to be pleasured: one of his fat hand-paws wrapped around Mitch's dick and started pumping up and down; the fur and paw pads were still coated in stink fluid, that made the sensitive flesh of Mitch's member sizzle and throb.

Mitch threw his muzzled head back and howled in delight as his fat cock got fatter and longer. He clenched his ass around Brad's hard cock, making it harder to pull back. Mitch's tail stretched up taller than his head before the very top flipped back and sagged as all skunk tails should, giving Brad a massive furry pillow to push against as he fucked his partner. The daddy skunk grabbed the ample appendage in front of him and yanked it, a savage and ferocious growl making his lips part.

"SPRAY ME!" he commanded as he kept fucking his mate, every passing second bringing him closer and closer to the inevitable climax. "SPRAY ME, FIGHTER! MARK ME!"

"F... FUCK!" Mitch howled out, groaning loudly as he bore down. His new scent glands had been working hard to fill the sacks with fluid, but at last it was time. The chemicals in his body clashed together and were catalyzed as he began spraying out his first full greenish spray, the stinky skunk spurt splashing all over Brad's groin and belly.

"OH, HELL YEAH!" Brad exclaimed, bathing in the pungent stench emanated by his mate: it was strong, vicious and offended his sensitive nose... That was the scent of someone worthy of being his partner. With a roar of pure bliss he felt his heavy balls churning before unloading a torrent of dense yellow skunk sperm deep inside Mitch's ass. "TASTE SOME REAL DADDY CREAM!"

Mitch wanted to scream in bliss, to cry out in awe, but all he could do was gasp. The cum being sprayed into his ass had a catalyzing effect. What subtle changes had started with exposure to the fog or Brad's saliva were nothing compared to being pumped full of his semen. Mitch's body took it in with relish, expanding and growing. Mitch's once fit ass was bloating in every direction. The last shreds of Mitch's clothing snapped as his hips rounded and his legs widened. The brand new skunk ran his paws over his distending belly as it grew rounder and larger and wider and thicker, jiggling with the movements of their lovemaking. Brad, even in the blind, idiotic spasms of his own orgasm, didn't stop pumping his mate's dick with his meaty paw, stimulating the longer, distended, pointed member with big dexterous fingers.

"Oooooh, fuuuuuck..." the daddyskunk moaned as his cock stopped pumping seed inside the ass of his partner and the golden mist of afterglow enveloped his brain like a blanket made out of pure happiness. "That... was great..."

"Better than great... best part of my life..." Mitch murmured from his fanged muzzle, each word causing his long black and white beard to tickle his chest. He snuggled and nuzzled the brick wall as if it was the softest bed in the world.

"And the best is yet to come... Literally..." Brad said, nuzzling his manly beard into Mitch's huge tail while purring like an overgrown cat. "Damn, fighter, you're so sexy now... The sexiest beast around..."

"I don't know, you're around me, aren't ya?" Mitch grinned fondly, humping the wall in front of him lewdly. Brad smiled possessively, his other paw managing to reach Mitch's beard; his fingers buried into the white fur, playing with it, tugging it, stimulating it. It felt so hot, so right, so perfect under his pads.

"Well, yeah, of course I'm still the sexiest..." he murmured as another smaller spurt of stinky liquid was sprayed from his butt, as if he was marking his rightfully owned territory. Mitch gasped and shivered. He felt the fingers drag through his skunk beard, never having realized how long it got. As the claws got to his nipples, it was finally too much for him. Mitch's tail quivered as his massive furry balls tugged up, his shaft pulsed and thick yellowish sticky cum began to spray out in thick globs, leaking down the alley wall, pumping for moments on end. Mitch moaned and whined in bliss like a bitch in heat.

After the new daddyskunk's orgasm had finally subsided, Brad pulled him up and tried to hug him; it was quite difficult, considering their huge, ballooning bellies, but he finally succeeded as their rotund mass squished and spread out. To celebrate, Brad stuck his long tongue coated in dense, slimy, infectious saliva inside Mitch's mouth, making out with him in a savage, sloppy but loving way. The two lingered that way for minutes, tongues tangling and lips smacking, Mitch's head turned just a bit so their muzzles would line up properly. After the intense makeout session, Brad stared at his newest conquest and partner, his solid black eyes deep into Mitch's yellow irises.

"So? What d'you wanna do now, fighter?" he asked, ruffling the thick black and white head fur of his mate. "Wanna have another round? Or wanna find some little humans to recruit?" The question left Mitch a little surprised.

"I'm not the last one? There are other survivors in town?" Mitch asked. Brad exposed his yellowed fangs in a delighted grin, his paw caressing Mitch's belly, matted with freshly spilled cum.

"Of course there are! And they are ours to play with, y'know... The city is a kingdom, and we're the kings," he explained with a manic glimmer in his dark eyes.

"What does it feel like... to change someone?" Mitch asked, rubbing his belly against Brad's, unable to stop. The other daddyskunk tilted his head slightly, as if he was in deep thoughts.

"Oh, you mean the idea of corrupting a human, of having him smell your stink fluid until they are completely addicted to it? Seeing their features becoming those of a fucking beast, watching while their mind, their values and their former life get dissolved while a big, sexy skunk takes their place?" Brad licked Mitch's cheek, leaving a trail of shiny drool behind. "Wanna try, fighter?"

'I do, it sounds amazing..." Mitch murmured, shuddering in bliss, "I want to bring more skunks into this world." Brad nodded.

"Oh, we will! We need some subjects after all... Or a daddyskunk harem, if you prefer," he added with the lewdest wink possible. Mitch grinned at that and kissed Brad's rubbery nose.

"Where do we start?" he murmured. Brad made an ample gesture with his arm, metaphorically including the entire city.

"Wherever you want, man... As I said, this is our kingdom now." Brad intoned. Mitch slowly looked up at the city, his eyes searching the distance. He could see past the fog, past the filth, he could see the buildings and skyscrapers. It didn't seem too big or daunting any more. It was just the right size. It was his size.