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He always had to wait. That was the best part: letting it all build up inside his body, spending several nights lying in bed, hoping he wouldn't flood his sheets due to an exciting dream that left his dick spewing everywhere. But there the skunk was, sitting on the bus, trying not to smirk as he felt the bulge already growing in his denim shorts. Dyrell was already sweating, which only made the situation more exciting for him. The bus was humid, filled with the scent of all the other creatures trying to stay warm on a cool, cloudy afternoon. Dyrell was merely sitting there in his ripped shorts, his sleeveless black shirt with a band logo on it, and his thick brown boots that had seen better days. The skunk blinked and looked outside his window, observing all the furs and scaleys moving by, carrying out their ordinary, boring lives. But not Dyrell. No, the skunk couldn't help but "challenge" himself every day. Sure, he had his bedroom and the bathroom, but that was nothing special. Every young adult pleased themselves in the comfort of their own apartment. Dyrell was sick and tired of being the same.

Which was why the skunk was heading over to the campus. He had been there before; he knew the layout. He knew when the college was usually busy, and when the students were hearing a lecture or simply goofing off in the computer labs. This was the perfect place to strike. Dyrell grinned widely before he growled, feeling that bulge rising once again within his trousers. He kept telling himself not to get so excited--the last thing he wanted was to jizz himself before he even got off the bus. So the striped skunk took deep breaths, calming himself down as the bus slowed down, and finally screeched to a halt. Dyrell got into the aisle first, rudely shoving a passenger out of the way before he put his paws in his pockets and walked outside. The chilly air hit the skunk head on, making the skunk stop for a moment before he got himself adjusted to the nippy wind. He exhaled before he started to walk along the sidewalk, his heavy boots clomping on the concrete. Dyrell could see his target up ahead, a fairly large series of buildings that were part of the technical college whose football team was rivals of the one Dyrell went to.

But this had nothing to do with payback. He held no grudge, no hatred for the campus. He was just smart enough to know that if anyone saw him at his campus, he'd get caught immediately. Out here, he was just a stranger, some punk skunk clad in raggedy clothes and sporting a spiky green Mohawk. He knew other furs had seen him before; he knew the security guard hadn't forgotten his face. But they never asked his name, or if he was from the college's rival campus. The risk was only minimal here, and he hadn't done anything malicious in the past, so there was no reason for them to suspect him. At least, not until after today. Dyrell walked over to the smaller building on campus, the one designed for most of the computer courses such as programming and designing. Dyrell walked inside, sighing as he was hit with warmer air. The skunk took his paws out of his pockets and rubbed them before he started to walk through the immense atrium. The guard was still at his desk, too busy looking at the security cameras to notice him. Dyrell didn't even flick his eyes at him--he couldn't arouse any suspicion.

But Dyrell was careful, so the guard didn't notice. He was free to turn to his right and walk down a narrow corridor filled with a dozen wooden doors and a pristine tiled floor. Every single door was either locked or shut. Anyone inside the rooms was busy listening to a lecture or watching an educational presentation, and having difficulty staying awake. The striped skunk looked inside one of the door windows and saw a computer lab with only one light on that was completely abandoned. He grinned and wagged his striped tail, the bulge in his shorts still pressing against the material. The skunk slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Then he closed and locked the door, knowing he found the right room. The skunk sniffed the air and could tell that a few foxes and skunks, and perhaps a lizard or two, recently left the room. As Dyrell walked around, he could see that a few students didn't even bother to log out of their accounts and still had their screens turned on. The skunk snickered as he walked around the room for a little while longer, letting himself get ready for the moment. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't rush or else he'd spoil all the fun.

Dyrell sat down in a computer chair, sighing as he relaxed and spread his legs out. He felt like taking his shorts off and getting started right here and now, but Dyrell disciplined himself quite well. He had to go slow, take it easy first. Without even looking down, Dyrell lifted his right footpaw and used it to push his left boot off his other footpaw. Then he repeated the gesture with his left footpaw, taking off the right one so he could let his footpaws breathe. Dyrell exhaled and smiled, glad that the pressure around his dirty footpaws was gone. He didn't wear any socks; they only helped soak in the sweat and keep the odor trapped inside. After his boots came off, Dyrell flared his nostrils as the heady scent of his sweaty footpaws filled the air. The scent was more musky than stinky, carrying the smell of sweat as opposed to the bitter stench of corn chips. Dyrell sniffed twice and growled, wiggling his toes before he moved his soles around the computer lab's carpet. He curled his toes before he stuck his right paw into his shirt and scratched his flat belly and slightly toned chest. Then Dyrell stopped and exhaled again, looking down at the wet spot that slowly appeared on his shorts.

"Calm down. I'll get to you in a moment," the skunk muttered.

His dick didn't comply. It continued to throb inside Dyrell's shorts, releasing more pre-ejaculate and making the stain bigger. Dyrell teased himself, sniffing the air several times before he grasped his cock with his shorts still on. He squeezed the shaft as hard as possible, resulting in his shaft letting out more precum. Dyrell panted a few times as he stroked himself and felt more wet fluids oozing out.

"Aww, you jealous that my footpaws got to air themselves out and you didn't? Hmph, fine then. I guess you've waited long enough!"

Dyrell didn't get up. He stayed in the computer chair, basking in his laziness. The striped skunk reached down and grabbed his waistband, fiddling with the button. He undid it silently before he zipped down his trousers at a sluggish pace, the noise of the zipper making his ears twitch. Breathing softly, Dyrell lifted his ass off the seat before grabbing the waistband of his shorts and underwear. Then he pulled them down halfway, and let go, listening to them fall around his ankles. The skunk exhaled with much relief as he kicked his clothes away, his bare features exposed. He planted his black buttocks on the chair again, the scent in-between the ass cheeks now smeared against the chair. He yelped quietly as he sat down; his balls were so heavy that he couldn't even touch them without feeling a bothersome, miniscule pain. The skunk looked down at his thick white balls and his uncut shaft, the glans already poking out and oozing more precum. He licked his lips and chuckled as the tiny red tip throbbed a couple of times. The mephit chose to ignore the member and sighed as he placed his footpaws on the desk near the monitor.

The skunk didn't do anything for another two minutes. He sat very still, taking deep breaths and exhaling, letting the musky smells all around him fill his lungs. While his footpaws didn't stink, they were still very pungent and had a lingering odor that some furs found unpleasant. He hadn't showered in two days, and he was sitting inside of a room that had the heater on full blast, which made him sweat. His groin was moist, the musky sweat slowly coming from his fur and unleashing an alluring scent into the room. His ass crack, although free of dried-up fecal matter, still stank of skunk oil and the natural odor that came from anyone who hadn't washed their ass out in two days. The skunk belched, exhaling as the gas abruptly came out of his mouth. He patted his gut and felt his paw gradually sliding down towards his groin. Dyrell couldn't help it. He had to release. He shut his eyes and gripped his cock tightly, sniffing and moaning as he began to stroke the white foreskin. He sniffed hard, taking in the odor of his smelly footpaws, his unwashed body, his musky groin, and the crevice located beneath the base of his tail.

"Hehe, you're gonna have to wait a little longer there buddy! I ain't done yet!"

Dyrell let go of his penis and put his footpaws on the floor. He could already feel and smell the fluids now; it was the creature's primary trait. Dyrell rose from his chair again, his tailhole widening. He lifted his tail and started to grunt, making sure his ass was aimed at the chair. The skunk worked the muscles in his anus, grunting and growling until his tailhole bulged outwards so much that the tiny red scent glands were exposed. Dyrell held the position. He gritted his teeth, only letting a few drops of skunk oil drip from his ass. Some of it landed on the chair, while the other drops rolled down Dyrell's ass crack and plopped onto the floor. Then Dyrell grunted and pushed hard. He heard the sound of fluids splattering against the chair and exhaled. It only lasted half a second, but it left its impact in the room. Dyrell took a few more breaths as he grunted and let his scent glands bulge out of the sphincter. The tiny red nozzles squirted out another quick stream of oily yellow fluids, all of which splattered onto the chair, permanently staining it. Dyrell sniffed the air again and shuddered as the spicy, eye-watering odor of his skunk spray filled the room. He sat down on his chair again, almost drooling with excitement. He looked down at his throbbing member and nodded.

"Now I'm done!"

Dyrell proceeded to wrap his left paw around his shaft and stroked himself. He did it slowly at first, but the smell of the computer room, combined with him not masturbating or having sex for a whole week, led to him quickly speeding up. Dyrell's heart beat faster as he pumped his shaft. His mouth was open with drool slowly staining his lips and running down his mandible. Dyrell curled his toes a few times before he started to grind his smooth buttocks back and forth, smearing his skunk oil into the chair. Dyrell sniffed the air three times, his nostrils flaring so wide he almost started to snort. The skunk panted, his paw vigorously rubbing the shaft back and forth. A faint squishy sound filled his ears. Some of the precum got onto his paw and now he was using it as lubricant. Dyrell yanked on his cock twice and squeezed hard, acting like he was punishing his shaft for being so "rowdy" today. When the skunk let go, he felt his dick jolt some more, letting out another large glob of precum. The skunk needed more pleasure. He needed to keep playing with himself until he exploded.

Dyrell stuck two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them until they were drenched with his saliva. The he rose from the chair, bent over with his tail raised, and jammed both fingers into his anus. The skunk moaned twice, shuddering as he felt his fingers moving into his anus. The skunk whimpered with joy as he kept pumping his cock, simultaneously moving his fingers back and forth. The skunk's legs felt like they were about to give out from so much pleasure. All the smells around him, the warm air around his funky body, and the fact that he was doing all of this in a public area and getting away with it, almost made Dyrell bellow. He released a vociferous shout as he started to rub his copulatory organ even faster, stroking his dick so hard that it hurt. Dyrell stopped and yelped as he forced his fingers deeper into his tailhole, to the point where he could feel his scent glands. Dyrell fell to his knees. He couldn't take it anymore. All the waiting and sniffing paid off, and now he was about to let it all out. Dyrell removed his fingers and wiped the fluids on his shirt before he looked down at his groin.

The mephit took hard breaths as he slowed down, the semen soaring into his urethra. Dyrell whimpered twice, sounding like he wanted to stop himself before the inevitable happened. But there was nothing he could do now. The white fluids erupted from his cock, flying a few feet across the room before splattering onto the floor. Dyrell was silent, watching as two, three, four streams of his skunk seed gushed from his musky cock and sprayed all over the carpet. Then he groaned with intense relief, his balls becoming lighter as the colossal load of ejaculate resumed squirting out of his thick shaft. Dyrell closed his eyes and huffed as his ejaculate left his body, leaving over a dozen different puddles of equally different sizes all around the floor for everyone to see. The mephit had sprayed his oil all over a chair, and the odor of the room would take hours to clear out. Dyrell exhaled again as he stood on his footpaws, walking over to observe the mess he made. He looked down at his penis as a few drops of semen oozed onto the floor. The skunk wiped his cock off with a finger before he licked up the creamy fluids.

"Hmm...why do I still feel like my balls are full? Oh! Hehe, that's right..."

Dyrell grabbed his penis and aimed it at the center of the floor. Then he grinned widely as he started to urinate. The yellow fluids came out of his cock just as fast as his semen did. The fluids weren't as dark as his skunk spray, but it had the same impact on the carpet. Dyrell watched as the carpet quickly darkened, soaking up the urine and becoming moist and soggy with skunk piss. His ears twitched as he heard the fluids slowly splashing onto the floor. Dyrell snickered as he waved his penis left and right, the arc of glistening urine spraying around the carpet and near the computer desks. He moved his penis up, causing the arc to go higher and his stream of piss to go farther. Some of the urine hit the wall, while the rest of it splashed onto a desk, the yellow fluids quickly moving along the smooth marble structure and dripping onto the floor. Dyrell eventually let go of his penis and put his paws on the back of his head, sighing as he let the puddle in front of him gradually dilate, soaking into the carpet so much that it began to turn yellow.

Dyrell didn't have to piss as badly as he had to ejaculate, so his stream died down shortly afterwards until only a few drops were left. The skunk shook the last few drops from his dick before he looked around the lab and giggled. Jizz on the floor, piss in the carpet, and a computer chair only fit to be burned. And his sweaty, musky skunk scent had spread around every inch of the room. Just thinking about how the students and instructors would respond to the ghastly pong almost made Dyrell fall to the floor from laughter. But his job was done, and now was the time to leave. Dyrell walked over to where his boots and trousers were lying on the floor. He put his boxers and shorts back on shortly before slipping his giant boots on. After that, the skunk took one last look at the mess he made, smelled the scent lingering in the air, and headed for the door. The mephit grinned cheekily as he walked out the building and off campus, already brainstorming which place he should infest with his scent next.