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“Yo, check this out!", my lanky roommate Kevin says to me as he enters our apartment. He pulls a wide rolled up paper out of his hoodie and hands it to me.

It's an ad poster for an upcoming concert. The background is pitch black, with a giant neon-green biohazard symbol in the middle that I could swear was glowing even in the well-lit living room. At the forefront was a gasmask etched in black and white, with the goggles glowing the same green as the symbol. At the head of the flyer was writing in tall, bold font.

A one night only event, The Cage is proud to host-

The writing continued underneath the toxic symbol in green smokey letters.

FUM3

Featuring Vera Vile & The Toxic Twins!

“The hell is this?", I say as I take in the garish advertisement.

“What, you never heard of Fume?", Kevin replies. “Dude's blowin' up on the underground scene!"

I take out my phone to do some quick research. DJ Fume, or FUM3 as his act was billed, is an up-and-coming apocalypse themed EDM artist whose career took off over the past year and was currently doing an impromptu tour to promote his fourth widely anticipated EP, 'Drone'. Seeing as I wasn't into the electronic scene, I can't really say anything about his music. As for the guy himself, he seems to be something of an enigma. He has a thing for gasmasks, wearing one in every picture of him I could find, and is always dressed in concealing clothing, usually a ratty army-green trenchcoat. What is known is that he's a skunk morph, that was easily given away by his ears and the big striped tail that no coat could hide. I find it funny that a skunk would make a gasmask part of his gimmick while also taking the stage name 'Fume'.

“Ok, so the guy's having a concert. What's that got to do with me?", I say as I hand the promo-poster back to Kevin.

“It's not just a concert, man! This is gonna be a once in a lifetime event, and its tomorrow night!"

“Whaddu ya mean 'once in a lifetime'? The guy's like 25! Unless he drops dead tomorrow, I don't think he'll stop touring anytime soon."

“No but look!", Kevin exclaims, tapping the second line on the poster. “He's gonna be live with Vera Vile AND The Toxic Twins! That's not a show you pass up!"

“You're saying that like I should know who those people are."

“You should, they're not obscure like the stuff you play all the time!"

I groan as pick up my phone again and return to the internet for another round of 'who that is'. Veronica Morten, known widely by her stage name 'Vera Vile'. I do know her, she was the guitarist for a shock-rock band called 'Stripes of Strife' back in the 90's, one of the first anthromorph bands to become a household name. She's gotta be at least 50 now! From the pics I find of her, it's safe to say she hasn't lost any of the edge she was notorious for, the 6'10" amazonian albino skunkette still loved to show her fangs and claws for the cameras! Back in her heyday, she'd often finish her live shows by using said features to tear apart life-like dummies of political figures complete with fake blood and guts, before swamping the remains with every bit of skunk-musk she could muster! In recent years she's seemed to have branched out to being a hype-beast for all different kinds of acts, using her immense stage presence to whip up crowds into a frenzy.

Now the Toxic Twins are Vera's twin nieces. A notoriously noxious pair of well-endowed, exactly identical spotted skunkettes about the same age as Fume, who simply go by 'N0x' and 'Oz'. They're not exactly musicians themselves, but when they do decide to get “musical", people end up fainting and entire venues get condemned for air pollution. My guess would be that their fame came from their relation to Vera if not the fact that the duo flaunt their “assets" in every photo opportunity. While they lack their aunt's imposing stature and commanding vocal range, they make up for it with their voluptuosity and sheer potency. Even with 'safe search' it's impossible to not find a snapshot of their dumptruck asses facing the camera, and the most popular videos of the duo are of them blasting their 'bass shakers' in the faces of rowdy concert goers willing to fight security just for the chance to be knocked unconscious by the twins' toxic yield!

After reading up on who's who, I turn my attention back to my roommate. “You still haven't told me what this has to do with me."

“You ain't caught on yet? We're going!"

“You mean you're going.", I say, pointing at him. “I'm spending my Friday night getting some catching up on sleep."

“Uh uh, you owe me for dragging me to that last concert and making me sit through 2 and a half hours of prog. Fuckin' prog!"

“Hey now, that was a once in a lifetime show."

“The dude sat in an office chair the entire time! He couldn't even sing half of the songs right". Kevin chuckles, knowing he just took a shot at one of my all-time favorite bands.

“So? I'd rather see that than watch some guy play dress-up and push buttons all night!", I shoot back. “And I know why you really want to go to that show so bad!"

“Why?", Kevin replied, trying to play innocent.

“I know what you're into, I've seen your search history...", I say while narrowing my eyes at him. “You just wanna get skunked!"

“No, I don't! It's not even gonna be one those shows!", He explains defensively. “And just because they're skunks doesn't mean they go around spraying people for fun!"

“Maybe not, but I know at least two of the four skunks on that poster do!"

“That's speciest as hell."

“Forgive me for not wanting to go to a concert where I might lose my sense of smell."

“Look man, you gotta try new things sometime. All I'm trying to do is to get you to open your mind a little."

“Does that include developing a stink fetish?"

“Listen, how 'bout this. We go there and you stay for 3 songs, and if you still don't like it you can leave, no harm no foul."

Aha. My stubbornness paid off. I'd gotten him to bargain down to 3 songs in exchange for an entire concert, if I hold out for a little longer I can get a better deal. “3 songs huh? Would that be worth, say... my half of the rent next month?"

He gives me a dejected look. “Really?"

“I mean you want to 'open my mind' so bad, I figured that wouldn't be too big of a price."

“Ok, how 'bout 2 songs, and I cover admission?"

“Deal!" I say as I reach out to shake his hand.

“Sweet! I know you're not into the scene but trust me man, this guy's music will change your life!", he says before heading toward his room.

My gut tells me I may end up regretting this...

~

Later that night, I decide to check out some of Fume's music, trying to get a feel for the whole thing. His catalog is easy to find, but very limited. So far he's had 3 EPs with no albums and a total of 8 publicly released tracks. Despite having such a short repertoire, each of his songs surpassed 1 million downloads!

Was he really that good? Was I just missing out?

I opt for his most popular song, 'Duel', as my induction to the world of this mysterious mephit. My ears are greeted by a mid-tempo pulsing bass that quickly overstayed its welcome.

Thmmp...thmmp...thmmp...thmmp...thmmp...thmmp...thmmp...thmmp..., before finally getting to the meat of the song nearly minute later, where a dark, brooding synth line took over and a faster bass sequence kicked in. Bwuh-buh-buh-buh, bwuh-buh-buh-buh, bwuh-buh-buh-buh- The composition became more cluttered as the track went on, mixing a high energy atmosphere with harsh metallic sounds, before slowing down and fading out with an ethereal synth chorus.

I'm not feeling it.

Next, I find a preview for 'Drone', the title track for his new EP. The sample was only 1 minute long.

Why not?

I sit in silence after clicking the play icon, waiting for the song to start. The bar progresses, but no sound comes from my headphones. I turn the volume up to max, there is sound, but.... it's subtle, crackling static... accompanied by a light clicking, like a vinyl recording right before the song starts. I sit there... waiting. For what, I don't know. I just wait... with that staticky sound playing around my head. Waiting... and ready... and willing... for...

My phone falling to the floor snaps me out whatever stupor I was in! I shake my head and look around my room before realizing I'd dropped my phone over the side of the bed. Picking it back up, I stare in confusion when I notice the time on my lock screen. 12:24am? When I last checked the time it was just past 11:30! There's no way I was sitting here just staring at the wall for nearly an hour!

That's it. I needed sleep. Now.

~

The next evening.

Work was a killer today, but Fridays are always busy. I get home just as the sun goes down, giving me enough time to shower, and eat something quick, before Kevin walks through the door.

“Yo, ready for the best concert you'll ever see?", He asks, beaming like the freakin' sun.

I cast him my best 'you serious?' look.

He laughs. “Trust me man, it's gonna be mind blowing." He says, going to his room to change out of his work clothes. When he comes back to the living room, he's wearing the same get-up as me. A t-shirt and jeans, nothing fancy.

“You didn't shower...", I astutely point out.

“'Course not. We're goin' to The Cage, dude! That's a fur dive! We're already gonna stand out, you wanna go in there smelling like chemicals too?"

Shit. I forgot that beastfolk noses were totally different from ours, most of them were big on 'natural scents'. I might've put a mark on myself if the FUM3 crowd was a wily one.

“Ah, don't worry 'bout it, you'll be fine.", Kevin reassures. “We better get movin', cuz that joint's gonna fill up quick!"

~~

Kevin drives us there since he knows the neighborhood. The ride isn't long, but he makes it seem long by rambling on about how Fume was going to be one the greatest artists of our time and was changing the musical scape with his concepts. I think the whole thing sounds borderline fanatical.

Traffic picks up as we cross into the “wilder" side of the city, and we end up parking several blocks away. We reach 'The Cage' after good walk through the darkening streets, which turns out to be nothing more than a massive abandoned warehouse that was turned into a concert venue. The lot is packed, and the line at the door is getting longer by the second. I try to gauge the crowd as we join the cue. Morphs of all species and sizes make up the highly energized clientele, some of whom are a bit rowdy. I get a little nervous as a group of big cats start rough housing in the line further back.

Thankfully the line is moving at a good pace. Outside the double entrance is a crudely set up booth where the event staff is taking admission and checking IDs, they're all wearing gasmasks and black shirts with FUM3's biohazard logo. I ease my nerves a bit by making a little game out of trying to guess the species before we reach the booth. When we do, we get carded by who I would say was a raccoon or maybe a lemur. My roomie pays the door fee and we're off into the barely lit warehouse before I can confirm my guess!

~~~

It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I can hardly make out anything as I follow Kevin into the concrete-floored depot. A few lights high up in the rafters let me see just the outlines of the beast folk filling the room, but also gives the nocturnal types in the crowd that chilling glowing eye effect. The atmosphere inside is just as charged up as it was outside, the many varying noises of excited beastfolk echoing around the metal walled venue.

We make it about 2/3s into the open space before we can't go any further due to the crowd quickly filling place, which is fine with me, I don't want to be any closer than I need to be to if the Toxic Twins are going to be on stage.

“Aw, man! I knew we shoulda left earlier!", Kevin shouts to me over the excitement of the room. Anything else he says to me is complete drowned out by a new wave of enthusiasm.

A screen above the stage flickers on and an animated, smoky version of the FUM3 insignia casts a green light over the crowd! The rest of the lights die out and a spotlight takes over, highlighting none other than Vera Vile herself as she struts out to the front of the stage!

The tall, snow white, red-eyed rocker skunkette sports a frizzy, blown out black mane that would be more fitting at a hair metal show, while rocking a black tank-top that shows off her well-toned, tattooed arms, along with dark green cargo pants and high heel boots. She scans the audience with a toothy grin, taking in the scene before pulling a microphone out from her pants. “What's up all you dick lickers n' ass sniffers!!", she bellows with her gravelly, powerful voice that rattles me to my core!

Oh god, here we go.

The crowd welcomes Vera's slurs of endearment with a boisterous cheer as she went on! “I hope you stink freaks out there came prepared tonight, 'cause this is gonna be a show that you're gonna be smelling for real long time! But I don't wanna leave the impression that Fume is without mercy, so I brought a little something for the pussies out there who lack the stomach to withstand the funk that's about to ingrain itself into your precious lungs!" The skunkette digs into her pants pockets and starts tossing handfuls clothes pins out into the audience.

What the hell did I get myself into? Part of me wishes I was close enough to grab one those pins.

When her supply of pins runs out, Vera runs over to the right side of the stage and hops on top of one the speaker towers with one broad leap and crouches on it like a gargoyle on a perch. “Now, are you ready to have your feeble minds melted by the miasmic menace?!" The crowd answers her taunt with a rolling cheer! “Are you ready to smell the fumes?!!!" Another eager cheer! “Then let me hear you roar!!!", she growls!

The audience joyously heeds the skunk's request, filling the warehouse with a cacophony of animalistic noises! When the noise starts to die down, Vera calls for a second round! “I SAID LET ME HEAR YOU ROOOOAAR!!!!

The warehouse erupts again with even louder bouts of roaring, howling, baying, screeching and whatever other noises that beasts make! I have to cover my ears as a coyote to my right lets out a high-pitched, ear-piercing howl!

The room goes pitch black as the sounds still echo off the metal walls. On the left end of the stage, a glowing yellow toxic symbol appears in the darkness. It wiggles slightly before burning much brighter while the most low-brow of sounds blasts through the sound system!

!BBBRRRAAaaaappp!

This was going to be one of those shows.

A light pops on overhead, shining down to reveal a busty spotted skunkette, bent over in front of a low standing mic with her tail hiked and her ass facing the crowd. A lightly ripped pair of spandex shorts are stretched to the limit over her wide rump, where the glowing symbol is plastered over the seat of her butt. She casts a coy look to the audience as they hail her noisome entrance with beastly enthusiasm!

I'm glad I had a light dinner.

I recognize the skunk as the notorious N0x, which makes me wonder where her sister is. That question gets answered when a bright green toxic symbol lights up the opposite end of the stage and the speakers cut through the cheering with another homely honk!

!FFFRRRuuuurrrppt!

The right end of the stage lights up, where the other similarly clad toxic twin holds the same pose as her sister! Oz smiles back at the audience and smacks her wobbly melon sized moons, earning a much more enticed reaction!

N0x frowns and puffs out her cheeks, acting peeved that her sister had stolen her thunder. She spreads her ass apart and backs up a little closer to her mic. !!BBBVVVUUURRRTTT!! When she finishes her noxious rebuttal, she sticks her tongue out at her sister who replies with a dismissive wave and drops her boastful booty closer to her own mic. !!FFFRRRAAAAATTTTT!! Oz ends her rip by casting a 'beat that' expression toward N0x.

Determined to not be out farted, N0x reaches around her wide ass and presses the mic directly underneath her tail to shake the venue with a particularly bassy !!!!BBUUURROOORRRTTT!!!!

Oz follows suit, one-upping her sister by slipping her mic behind the band of her shorts and right into her deep crack, then rattling the windows with an unfiltered ass-to-mic !!!!FFBBLLAAAARRRRPPP!!!!

The audience goes wild, raucously egging on the twin skunks as they continue their farting match! I on the other hand just stand there with my jaw hanging open, dumbfounded, disgusted and amazed at the same time! I can't believe something like this exists and managed to draw such a crowd! I also can't believe that 2 skunks could pack so much gas! Where was it coming from?! I didn't leave my mouth open for too long, as a stink much like a fermenting dumpster starts to waft through the air! I hold my nose and look over to Kevin, who doesn't seem bothered by the smell. He's too busy cheering the twins with the rest of the crowd!

The gaseous duo obviously wasn't running out of ammo anytime soon, but their dueling rips were getting shorter and precisely timed, and the tones of the effluent exchanges were becoming deeper and rhythmic, until the sisters both settle into a 1 - 2 beat, thrusting their asses at the audience as their toxic symbols flash in time with the rhythm of their farts!

Brrnt!... Frrnt!... Brrnt!... Frrnt!... Brrnt!... Frrnt!... Brrnt!... Frrnt!...

It takes a few seconds before I realize what they're doing.

The tone, the mid-tempo rhythm...

They were farting the intro bass line to 'Duel'!

Neon lights illuminate the warehouse and switch between yellow and green in time with the twins' potent basses! The black wall parts behind them behind them, filling the venue with thick, rolling clouds of green smoke that I hope are coming from a fog machine! A thumping techno drum accompanies the twins' bass line, and the crowd roars and cheers as everyone starts to move with the beat! The FUM3 logo appears on a huge screen at the back of the stage, casting the ominous green silhouette of a figure standing behind a modest set of DJ equipment! The rest of the stage lights kick in, presenting the gasmasked, trenchcoated enigma, Fume!

The brooding skunk greets his roaring audience with the double peace pose before going to work on his set, adding in the dark, weighty synth that I remember from the song! The notes deviate quite a bit from the recorded version, the sound is deeper and wider! I think he made it that way to compliment his two stage guests, who were still thrusting and farting the bass to the song without missing a beat! I knew that the next part of the song had double the pace, which made me sure the twins would run out of steam and leave the musical talent to the main act!

I was wrong.

When the fast section of 'Duel' starts, N0x and Oz both drop down low, putting their heads and shoulders to the floor while keeping their rumps raised high! The lights dim to give more glow to the flashing toxic marks on their shorts as they start clapping their jiggly asses to the up-tempo beat, laying down a dubstep-like bass!

Braa-aa-aa-aap!_ Frrr-rr-rr-rrt! Braa-aa-aa-aap! Frrr-rr-rr-rrt!_

The green and yellow flashing neons start again as Fume adds in his chaotic mix of electronic industrial noises along with the high paced note of the main synth! The audience near the front of the stage were clamoring over the twins twerk show while the rest of the room was now raving!

I feel like a stranger in an alien place, taking little enjoyment from the harsh sounds and even less from being surrounded by writhing, furry, sweaty bodies. To make matters worse, the air of the warehouse was quickly becoming swampy and polluted from the output of N0x and Oz's potent “instruments"! It was like someone backed a garbage truck into the building! I pull my shirt over my nose, trying to preserve my sense of smell!

Thankfully, the song was nearing its end. I was ready for the slower paced outro. But instead of taking a down-turn, the lights went dim again and Vera Vile struts back out onto the stage and shreds the ending section on a black and white electric guitar with a skunk tail hanging from it! I could tell the out-of-the-blue change of sound was meant to give the rest of the act an opening to set up the next song.

Vera closes out the song and the venue goes dark once more as the crowd sounds off a thunderous roar of appreciation!

One song down, one to go. Then I'm out of here!

The warehouse is shrouded in darkness for a while before the big backscreen flickers and an old-timey movie countdown come up, the audience responds with half confusion and half anticipation as the screen counts down from 10. When the countdown ends, a vintage wartime PSA starts playing, the narrator relaying instructions on what to do during an aerial strike. As the short finishes, the narrator gets stuck in a loop.

“And remember, your best course of action during an attack is to duck and cover...duck and cover...duck and cover...duck and cover-“

His voice slows down, becoming deeper and more distorted.

“Duuck aand cooverr....duuuucck aaaannd coooovveerrr....."

The screen goes black as the film 'burns out', then an air raid siren wails from the speakers! As a new wave of cheering rises from the crowd, I can barely hear Kevin as he shouts in my ear! “Yo, this is 'Stinkbomber'! The song that put him on the map!" A klaxon alarm joins the siren while big red words flash in front of a hazard symbol on the backscreen!

WARNING!!! TOXIC GAS INBOUND!!!

Spotlights light up two platforms high above the stage, drawing the crowd's attention to N0x and Oz, who were now wearing old school bomber pilot helmets and flight goggles, with rope harnesses trapped across their torsos! A fast machinegun-like beat starts, then the twins spread their arms out like wings and leap from the platforms! As the skunkettes pass over the audience in a low swooping dive, trails of yellow and green smog billow out from behind them while they drop their deadly payloads! I duck down low as they whoosh overhead, the trumpeting of their gas spewing asses cutting through all of the concert noise like the engines of fighter planes!

!!!FFFFRRRRAAAAaaaaaaaaattttt!!!

!!!BBBBRRRRRUUuuuurrrrrrppp!!!

I cough and gag as my senses are assaulted by the twins' malodourous mayhem! My eyes water up and my nose burns while my airways are tainted with the sulfurous musk of rotten broccoli and burning eggs mixed with a heavy undertone of pure skunk! Everyone else of course has the opposite reaction, they love it! The raucous sea of anthros shifts to keep the flying skunks in view as they reach the other end of the venue, where they launch themselves off the back wall into wide swinging arcs around the sides of the warehouse, making sure the edges of the audience also get a good whiff of their butt bombs while they make their pass back to the platforms above the stage!

The stage brightens as the twins reach their starting points, returning the focus to the main attraction. This time Fume shares the limelight with Vera, who rocks along to the masked skunk's hard-hitting fast-paced electronic mix in which he takes the sound of the siren and turns it into a warbling sequence of notes that go high then drop low, sending the audience into another round of frenzied raving! A warped, demonic sounding version of the narrator from the PSA piece blares over the mix, “Duck and cover! Duck and Cover!" , before the klaxon sounds again, followed by the same warning flashing on the stage screen!

With that, I decide that 1 and ¼ songs was enough! I don't think I'm able to stomach a second bombardment from the Toxic Twins! I look around, frantically trying to spot my roommate through the crowded haze but had no luck spotting the only other human at the concert! The twins come in for their second strike, this time both their posterior plumes were darker, heavier shades of green, giving the spotted skunks' rumps a deeper, danker tone as they blast through the air!

!!!!FFBBBLLLRR __uuuuppptttt!!!!

!!!!BBBPPRRLLL __ooooorrrrpp!!!!

N0x and Oz's newest brew brings down a sinisterly hissing stank-fog reeking of molten garbage and raw sewage that hits me like a punch in the gut, the rancid miasma leaves me doubled-over and dry heaving while my lungs burn from the lack of clean air! My vision sways as I start to feel light-headed, the human body was not meant to take that much stink!

To hell with this, I'm outta here!

I turn and bolt in the direction where I thought the exit was, only to slam into what is possibly a bear or a really big dog! “Watch it, dork!", I hear the beast shout as they shove me back twice as hard and send me reeling backwards into another solid wall of fur! I don't get to see the other morph I collide with but hear them give an annoyed growl as they send me flying forward again with a bump of their muscly back! I instinctively put my arms out to stop myself and end up doing so by grabbing and planting my face right between a pair of malleable, leather-jacket-concealed tig-ol'-biddies!

I look up and into the eyes of a hulking, pierce-studded hyena woman whose shocked expression quickly turns into a toothy snarl of anger! “YOU"RE FUCKING DEAD YOU LITTLE CREEP!", the she-beast roars! Before I can apologize or explain, I'm rolling on the floor locked in a tussle with her and about five other hyenas until a spotlight cuts through the skunk-smog above and heats up the spot like a beam of sunlight in the night!

“HEEYYY!!", a familiar gravelly, powerful voice calls out through the sound system, bringing the concert to a halt! The hyenas stop roughing me up and hoist me by my arms. I'm a bit dazed from taking a blow or two to the head, but the blinding spotlight brings me around to realize that all attention was now upon me as Vera Vile stands front and center on the stage clutching a microphone, pointing a clawed finger out towards me!

“ I SAW THAT FUCKER, GET HIM UP HERE! I GOT SOMEWHERE HE CAN STICK HIS FACE!"

Suddenly, I'm being moved against my will as claws and paws of beast folk push, nudge and pull me toward the stage like a rapid riptide! I'm brought to the frontline of the audience where a few over-eager beasts are all to happy to keep a vice-tight hold on my arms, keeping me prisoner and presenting me to the red-eyed rocker skunkette!

All I can think about was how freakin' tall she is in person as I have to crane my head to look up at the towering albino skunk glaring down at me from the 8-foot-high stage!

“Wow, a humie! I'm surprised, they usually pass out before the second song!" Vera quips with a toothy smirk, followed by chuckling approval from the beastly audience. The skunk crouches as she continues casting down insults at me. “So, you like shovin' your nose 'tween gals' personal spaces huh, ya flat-faced freak? Well, you chose the right night to do it, 'cause I've been itchin' to wreck a geek's nose like yours since the last show! Snatch 'im up, girls!"

N0x and Oz descend like spiders from overhead and pluck me from the clutches of the audience with acrobatic precision! The crowd cheers at my impending doom while I flail my legs and scream out in fear as I'm lifted away from the ground! We fumble around in the musky air for a bit, but thanks to my already weakened state, the twins easily overpower me! N0x takes hold of my legs while Oz pins my arms to my sides, “Don'tcha worry cutie, we're gonna take real good care of you!", Oz coos in my ear as she and her sister lower me headfirst toward the stage!

I see Fume patiently watching the entire spectacle from behind his setup while Vera stands and guides us in like an airplane touching down, until my face is level with hers. She leans in close to me and takes a deep sniff, scrunching her snout in disgust. “Ooh, seems like we got us a neat freak here, stinkers!", she announces to the audience. “Not one bit of natural funk on him, he smells like a walking chemical factory!" A round of jeering and disapproval arises from the warehouse full of beasts! “We can't let that fly at a Fume show can we, what do y'all think we oughta do to fix that disrespect?!", the rocker proposes.

A chant starts to spread throughout the venue, “Spray him!! Spray him!! Spray him!!"

Vera laughs as she answers the crowd's call. “Ha-ha, I assure you, he ain't leavin' this stage without the Vera Vile sendoff! But I wanna have a little fun with him first, and you guys deserve something for havin' your show interrupted!" Vera turns her attention back to me. “Alright humie, you got two options! Which do ya wanna to smell first, my pits or my ass?" She points her mic at my face.

I'm left speechless and astounded by the skunk's absurd proposition! “U-um...what?", my voice meekly squeaks through the speakers.

Vera whips the mic back to her! “Pits it is then!", she announces as she lifts her left arm, showing me her bush of snow-white armpit hair that matches her fur! The crowd goes wild as her nieces steer me in closer to her hairy pit!

“Nooooo!", I cry out in vain as my face gets closer to that pubic forest! Though my sense of smell is still tainted by skunk smog, I can smell the sourness of skunk-pit sweat radiating from Vera's underarm! They don't call her 'Vile' for nothing! I shut my eyes as that wet, sweat-drenched fur tickles my face! The twins push me in further, making me firmly plant my poor, abused nose into the dank depths into Vera's funky bush!

“Yeah, get 'im right in there!", Vera taunts! Oz grips the back of my head and rolls my face around in her aunt's ripeness, making sure my face gets a good coating of pit stank! I gag and hold my breath as Vera's pubes paint my face with her legendary rocker stench!

I try to think about something else other than the despicable treatment befallen to my face! To think that there are people out there who'd enjoy this is beyond my conception! My mind drifts to Kevin, the one responsible for dragging me here! He's out there in the crowd, probably wishing he was up here instead of me, that nasty motherfucker! I'd give anything to trade places with him right now!

Finally, my head is pulled back, freeing my senses from Vera's odious pit! I take a deep breath of not-so-fresh air to be reminded where I am! Oh god!, My mind shouts! I can feel the warm, greasiness of skunk-pit on my face! I'm amazed I haven't thrown up at this point! My ears are ringing from the thunderous appreciation that the audience is showing for my torture!

The twins pull me back and Vera turns around, raising her right arm! I'm only given a few seconds before my face is thrown back into a white forest of unshaven, unwashed skunk pit, this time Vera takes charge! She puts me in a headlock and forces me into her pit so hard that my nose is completely smushed against her, preventing me from breathing, and I open my mouth for fear of suffocating, playing right into her trap! She angles my head to shove her shrub of pubes right into my mouth! I gag and lurch as my tastebuds are fouled by extremely salty, nauseating pit juice! I try my damnest not to hurl right then and there, using every bit of willpower to keep down my dinner! Thankfully this second round of pit kissing isn't as long as the first!

I'm pulled back into the blinding world of stage lights, bright screens and beastly voyeurs! Vera lifts my chin, making me look up at her smirking face. “Still conscious? Good, wouldn't want you to miss this next part!", she says before turning around and unhooking the strap that keeps her pants over her tail.

She drops her baggy cargo pants and presents to me her toned ass! She didn't have anywhere near as much junk in the truck as her nieces but made up for it with a firm pair of artistically sculpted glutes! And that's the only thing nice I could say about her ass, because her pits were like fields of roses compared to her butt stank! A pair of sweat-soaked, overworn black panties was all that protected me from smelling the full brunt of her rancid skunkhole and probably also unwashed crack! But that didn't stop the powerful waft of typical sulphury skunk musk from burning my nose hairs!

The audience was now going so crazy I thought they were about to jump the stage!

The twins dropped me a little lower to match my face height to Vera's ass! As the white skunk hikes her tail and backs her repulsive rump toward me, I struggle with renewed vigor, making the twins drop me to the ground and force me onto my knees while taking hold of my arms! Vera laughs, amused by my meager attempts to avoid her ass! With her sweaty buttocks less than a foot from my face, she holds her microphone right between us so the crowd can hear her demolish my senses with a bassy, spluttering gale of warm, worryingly nutty, swampy wind!

!!PPFFffttt..Blluurrrtt...uurrrttt...bffrrrttt!!

Tears stream down my face as I'm sent into an intense fit of heaving and gagging from Vera's vile, murky brew! It's instantly clear that the skunk was holding a lot more than just gas in her chiseled ass, her rotten pre-dump vapors make my stomach lurch and I'm forced to swallow down a wad of bile that makes its way up my throat!

The beastly concertgoers laud the effluent exhibition with roaring praise! “Ha! Nice one aunt V!", I hear N0x pipe up before she pushes my head toward her aunt's noisome crevasse! I barely have the strength to resist as my nose is forced against the seat of Vera's raunchy sweat-stained panties! The twins firmly hold my head in place while the rocker skunkette brutalizes my lungs with a direct dose of her heated, airy feculence!

!!Bbrrurrptt...rrRRfft..brrmmft....!!

Even though Vera's second bout is cut short, having that slew of fetid fumes pumped right down my throat renders me nearly catatonic! I feel my body go limp as my vision doubles and my heartbeat throbs in my ears! The world swirls around me for a few seconds before my face is freed from Vera's swampy crack, giving me a much needed reprieve from her rankness!

My tormentor addresses her fans while I take my fill of precious oxygen. “Sorry stink-freaks! I gotta hold back or else this 'stink-show's gonna turn into a 'shit-show'!" The audience sounds partly disappointed, but I feel a sliver of relief at having been spared a more despicable humiliation.

“Let us get a turn with him aunt V!", N0x pleads. “We need a guinea pig to tryout our new formulas!"

“And I've wanted to skunk this cutie ever since I laid eyes on him!" Oz added.

“Whaddu ya say funk-fiends?", Vera addresses the audience, “Wanna smell the Toxic Twins lay down their charm?"

The crowd erupts with eagerness, and my stomach drops! Vera tosses the mic to Oz, who ditches her helmet and harness while N0x holds me in a kneeling nelson! I watch the quirkier spotted skunk twin remove her tight spandex shorts to reveal a bright green g-string thong that disappears completely between her cavernous caboose, then stare in dazed bewilderment as she obscures my vision with her weighty dumper, while the natural stink of her ass isn't even half as foul as her aunt's, the earthy musk still makes my head swim!

“Hehehe, you're in for a treat, sweet cheeks!", Oz gleefully says to me and into the mic, “You're the first to smell the new scents me 'n N0x have been cooking up, I call this one 'Sex on the Beach'!" She aims the mic at the base of her tail as her rippling rump raucously belches out a hot breeze reeking of low-tide and spoiled seafood!

!fffrruuaaaRRRPPP!

As expected, I end up gagging and coughing, but this new rancidness seems miles more bearable than the fog she and her sister blasted over the crowd earlier!

Oz lets me stew in her cloud of “perfume" for a few seconds before speaking into the mic. “Not a fan huh? How 'bout this one, I call it 'Breakfast in Bed'!" She returns the mic to her ass as she bombs my face again with another unsavory squall! This time her noxious nether winds bring the typical eggy fart stink with heavy hints of rotten milk!

!!FFffrruuuuummffff!!

My reaction is pretty much the same, since the new blend of stink was no worse or better than the last.

“Aw, still no?", Oz says with a sad expression, “Well, you better like this next one cuz I worked real hard on it! It's called 'Honeymoon in France'! !Grrh!" The spotted skunk grunts with boisterous effort as she trumpets out a longer, ass-rippling third rip that stinks of molten brie and raw onions!

!!!FFbblluuuooorrrtttff!!!

I disappoint the skunk once more by responding the same way as from the last two “samples", this time with a little more heaving!

“Really? Not even that one? Now you're just being obtuse!", Oz pouts.

N0x snatches the mic from her sibling. “You're going too easy on him, Oz! Lemme take over and I'll show you how a real skunk stinks!"

The twins switch places, Oz taking my arms while N0x sheds her costume and shorts, showing off the same style thong her sister has except her buttcheek obscured g-string is bright yellow. Her beastly fans woo and cheer as she backs her weighty wagon toward my face, the devilish grin across the skunkette's muzzle tells me to expect no mercy from the more serious twin!

“Playtime's over, nerd! I ain't a softy like my sister!", N0x announces before curling her voluminous tail around my head and pulling my face right up against her sweaty, doughy derriere! Her natural butt-musk is so much sharper and cheesier than Oz's that it makes me give a groan of revulsion into those damp, black-furred moons! “Mmh, fuck yeah! Huff my sweaty ass!", she sadistically taunts, wrapping her tail even tighter to force my head so deep between her dank crack that I lose sight of the stage lights!

“Oooh yeah, been a while since I had a human French kiss my booty!", N0x purrs with twisted delight, “How 'bout we start this date with a mix I like to call 'First Base at Arby's'!" I feel the furry walls of my slick, swampy prison ripple around my head as N0x belts out a rumbling, sloppy bottom-burp that paints my face with the hot, greasy fumes of rancidly rotten roast beef and putrid garlic!

!!!Bbbpplllrrrmmmffff!!!

My coughing and hacking is completely muffled by N0x's rippling ass-fat! I use what little strength I have left in a desperate attempt to escape the living gas chamber, but Oz holds me firm, giggling as her sister constricts her tail even tighter!

“Hahaha, you ain't washin' that one out!", N0x says with a hearty laugh, “And speaking of wash, you'll never know true stank 'till you get a whiff of me 'n Oz when we finish our workouts at the gym! But why tell you about it when you can smell it for yourself! This one I call the 'Gym Bag Medley'!" Nox barely gives me any time to recoup from her last rip before she warms my face with another eye-stinging, cheek-flapping stink bomb laden with the unsanitary raunch of a thousand soiled jock-straps soaked with the steamy funk of unwiped asses!

!!!BBFFRRUUUUUUUMMPPFF!!!

N0x's second guff leaves me lightheaded again as my strength is sapped away by her foul plumes swirling around in my chest! My ears ring and the corners of my vision darken as I start to succumb to the lack of breathable air!

“You still awake back there, dweeb?", N0x sneers with a wiggle of her ass, “Well you won't be after this next one, I saved the best for last!" The skunkette bites her lip in concentration and an ominous rumble rolls through her guts like thunder as she brews up my impending gaseous doom! “Nnnf... Aunt V helped me come up with this one, we call it 'Down on the Farm'! HNNGF!" With that final grunt, my entire body is violently vibrated by a bubbling baritone blast like a tuba from hell as the skunk scorches my airways with the sulphury vulgarness of raw, hot manure fermenting in the summer heat!

!!!!BBBLLRRROOOOOOOOORRRT!!!!

The world around me becomes a muffled chorus of unintelligible sounds as my stomach contracts and I give one last, gurgling heave! N0x frees my head from her swampy torture chamber and jumps aside just in time before I spew my dinner out onto the stage floor! My body goes limp and my head slumps forward when I'm done, an intense sulphur-induced headache pounds away at my scrambled mind as the ecstatic roars and cheers of the beastfolk packing the venue echo around me!

“Aw N0x, you broke him! I wanted to have some more fun with him after the show!", Oz chides her sister as I flop back against her pillowy thighs.

N0x gives the audience a few victory claps of her ass before tossing the mic back to Vera, who's standing off to the side also cheering in adoration of her nieces' potent exhibition. “Whew! Ain't no chemicals gettin' that stink off of him, he'll be reeking of skunk ass for the rest of the year!", she quips as she returns to the front of the stage. “Now, how 'bout I give this fart rag the classic Vera Vile sendoff before we get back on track, huh?"

The crowd screams with anticipation!

Through my blurry and swaying vision, I see a dark figure rush past to Vera's side, the taller skunkette leans over a bit as they say something into her ear. “Scratch that, folks! You're about to see somethin' way better!", Vera says.

As the dark figure slowly approaches me, my vision sharpens enough to see that it's none other than the main mephit himself, Fume! The goggles of his gasmask show my reflection like two black mirrors as the trenchcoated skunk closes in!

“Alright you musky bastards!", Vera announces, “You've heard the rumors and read the stories, and I know most of ya still think that Fume is just an act, but now you're gonna see that he's the real deal!"

Fume reaches into his coat and pulls out a second gasmask like the one he's wearing, except this one has a clear hose where the breather should be that leads into his coat around his waist. A flash of dread overcomes me from the implication of where that hose goes!

“You lucky beasts here tonight get to witness a show that'll go down in history!", Vera continues, “You're about to see the malodorous marauder at work! Be amazed as Fume transforms this weak-lunged neat-freak into a fart-huffin', musk-lovin', ass-cravin' stink drone live before your very eyes!!"

The crowd goes feral!

I put up the weakest of fights as N0x joins her sister in hoisting me up onto my knees! As the twins take hold of my arms again, I get a better look at the “gasmask" that Fume is about to bestow upon my face, it seems to have a pair of headphones and a small antenna built in! Before I can make note of its other features, the eccentric skunk is masking me up! I shut my eyes tight while the gasmask is strapped firmly around my head, the headphones cover my entire ears and actively block out most of the noise from the venue. They're giving off a faint white-noise, a constant static with a very distant clicking that I swear I've heard before!

It's kind of... soothing.

I'm calmed down enough to open my eyes and take in the world through the glassy goggles, but when do, I choose to lock stares with Fume. It might be an effect from the goggles, but I swear I can see his eyes now! They're green, completely green! The emerald eyed skunk un-conceals the breather hose from his trenchcoat, then turns to his side and juts his rump out a little, giving me visual confirmation that the hose leads right up under his tail!

I should be absolutely repulsed, but somehow, I'm not. At least until his tail twitches and a stream sickly green fog rushes through the breather hose! I whine and struggle slightly against N0x and Oz's hold while the green gas enters my mask with an evil, inhumane hiss!

! __HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

I try to hold my breath for as long as I can while my mask is filled with green smoky vapors, but thanks to my tortured lungs that isn't long at all! I inadvertently cough and take in a large helping of the wispy fumes through my mouth and continue to struggle briefly as my throat burns! The unpleasantness last for only a second before the stinging is replaced by a cool, minty sensation, almost like menthol! I sit still for a while, unsure of what to do, before something tells me...

“Breathe...."

I breathe, letting the green miasma creep it's way through my nose, down my throat and into my lungs! I'm prepared for the sting, but it doesn't come. Instead, my sense of smell is greeted by the sulphury tones of pure skunk, it's much more acrid, but the cooling sensation lets me willingly take in a lungful of this enticing aroma and keep it down without any fuss. I like skunk....

No, I don't!

My attention is drawn back to Fume, who has the smuggest of smirks across his muzzle. I blink to make sure I'm seeing him right, his gasmask is gone! I don't remember him taking it off, he never does! Whatever the case, I'm staring at the fully exposed face of the enigmatic DJ! I'm shocked to find that there really isn't anything all that special about him, he's just an average anthro striped skunk. Excluding the entirely green eyes of course!

He notices me staring again, and the corners of his lips turn up into a wily, almost frightening smile! He flags his tail and holds it up for a while, sending a more concentrated helping of his brew to warmly grace my face along with a smooth, ear-pleasing note.

Ffrrrmmmmmmmmssssssssss.

The fresh batch of fumes leave everything tinted green as I welcome the sulphurous aroma with a deep inhale, this time I hold it in. The soreness from my abused lungs no longer bothers me, in fact they feel brand new! I whimper slightly as the lingering musk spreads its pleasing warmth throughout my body and my conscious, it feels like snuggling into a warm blanket on a cold night! I close my eyes and keep the smoky medley in my lungs for as long as I can, hoping that the longer those skunky clouds dance around in my chest, that better chance they'll imprint that wonderful stench into the walls of my airways.

If only N0x and Oz's farts were this.... euphoric! Now that I think about it, they really didn't stink that bad, I would've gladly kept my face plastered to their perfectly plump, jiggly, sweaty, lovely asses all night long if I could! Maybe I can hook up with Oz after the show, and if I'm lucky, maybe she'll sit on me with her wide dumptruck ass while she blasts me with wet, wonderfully raunchy skunk farts until the sun comes up! Maybe N0x could join in too!

No! That's disgusting!

My fantasizing is cut short by my incessant need for oxygen! I lose those precious fumes with a couple of shaky coughs, then almost cried when I failed to inhale them again as the musk dissipated into the mask. Having used up my supply of skunk, I look up at Fume with pleading eyes. My friendly, green eyed stink provider smiles back at me, and with a knowing nod, hikes his tail up high to let to let his divine rankness flow freely through the breather hose while his butt sings a long, heavenly low bass note.

Bfffmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrfffpppp.

My vision is completely shrouded in dense green smog as I try to fill every orifice I can with as much skunk funk as possible! I gulp it down, I take deep longing sniffs, and I keep my eyes wide open! I shudder and moan in ecstasy as smoky tendrils of skunk wrap themselves around every fiber of my being, touching places inside me that no smell ever touched before!

My mind goes blank.

All I see is green.

The world around me is overtaken by green, musky fog.

I'm happy I came here tonight, wherever “here" is!

For so long I've been missing out on the joy of skunk!

I never would've thought something that smells so bad could stink soooo goooooood..........

~~~~~~

The next day-

I wake up after noon to the bright midday sun shining through my window, feeling like my brain is flip-flopping around in my head. I try to remember last night, but my mind draws a blank. I give a cough as I realize I have one hell of a sore throat, and my nose and eyes burn as if I'd been maced! Not only that, but my entire body feels icky, especially my face. And I reek.

Everything reeks!

!Hurk! I dry heave over the side of my bed, thankfully nothing comes up. The door opens and my roommate Kevin pokes his head in, he covers his nose with his shirt as he enters.

“Oh, dude. Glad you woke up! I was starting to get worried!", he says with a laugh.

“Kevin,", I start, trying my best not to shout, “what the hell happened last night, and why does my room reek like an outhouse?"

“You don't remember? Oh man, you were a total freak! Like a possessed animal! I knew you had a dirty side, but man you took it further than I ever did!"

“What, The, FUCK are you talking about!" I couldn't keep from shouting.

“The Fume concert! You seriously don't remember?", he says genuinely puzzled.

With the mention of Fume, snippets of last night start flooding back to me, “The concert... yeah...", I say flatly as I recall Vera, N0x and Oz.... and Fume. “Wait, hold up, what do you mean 'I was a freak', I didn't enjoy any of that shit! I didn't even want to go up stage! That Vile bitch thought I groped some lady and had me pulled up there, then her and her nieces and Fume borderline raped me in front of an entire concert!" I feel my face reddening with anger as the events replay in my head!

“Dude, what are you talking about?", Kevin says unfazed, “That's not how it went down at all! As soon as the second song started, you ran up on stage and started begging Vera Vile to skunk you! The whole show got stopped and she was about to kick your ass but then you started licking her pits, so she just went along with it and made it part of the show! Then it was all downhill from there!"

“That...is...BULLSHIT!", I shout in disbelief!

Kevin takes out his phone. “Video don't lie, dude! Check it, you're already going viral!" He pulls up some anthro focused pornhub rip-off site that he frequents to show me his version of last night's mishaps.

He tosses his phone to me as the video starts playing. The title reads: 'Human jumps stage at FUM3 concert and licks Vera Vile's armpits!'

My jaw drops while I watch the twisted version of my experience play out. “Oh yeah, he's an eager one, ain't he?", Vera's amplified, chuckling voice cuts through the crowd's cheering. The shaky video is centered on Vera and me while I hold the towering skunkette's left arm above my head as I willingly shove my face deep into her hairy armpit. No man handling from N0x and Oz, no dangling from the ceiling and being forced to do it, just me standing there going to town on the albino skunk's white pubic hair in front of room full of morphs.

I shake my head, refusing to accept the absurdity of the video!

“Still don't believe it? Watch the next one.", Kevin says.

I click the following vid. Its titled: 'Humie huffing toxic twins farts at Fum3 show last night:)'.

The phone's tinny speaker fails to portray the power of N0x's ass-rippling farts as I watch myself get on my knees and smush my face right into her trumpeting ass! When she's done, only then does the sound of the crowd come through! The version of me onscreen pivots with nearly robotic movements as I turn to face Oz who's presenting her ass to me on my other side. I grip her cheeks and spread them before diving in, and the crowd is drowned out again by Oz's bubbling blast!

“No way, there's just no way!" I say as nausea starts to kick in.

“That ain't all, man. Check out the next one.", my roommate replies.

I bring up a third recording. This one I don't remember at all, and I'm glad I don't!

'Fart rag gets the Vera Vile sendoff!'

The clip is very short and has no sound, but that doesn't lessen the impact! I'm laying on the stage floor in nothing but my boxers as Vera stands over me, she says something to the audience with a grin before crouching, spreading her ass and hosing me from head to crotch with a continuous jet of noxious skunk oil! All the while my right hand was jammed down my boxers working myself!

“I think I'm gonna be sick...", I say with a gag.

“And that's not even the worst of it." Kevin says with an apprehensive look.

I hesitate to start the next clip: 'Lucky human gets the VIP stinktrain at The Cage!'

I reluctantly press play, mid-paced electronica plays in the background of the video as it shows me sitting on the venue floor with my back against a wall wearing a doofy, glazy-eyed smile and beckoning someone off screen. I watch in horror as a chubby pantsless badger backs his bare ass onto my face and gyrates his hips to the music! He goes at it for a while before stopping and scrunching his snout as he rips a long, wet fart to the applause of other offscreen beastfolk! The badger happily shuffles off screen and a horse backs in to take his place!

I can't take anymore, I angrily pitch the phone back to Kevin! “This has gotta be a nightmare or something. Maybe I'm hallucinating, I think Fume gassed me with some psychedelic shit!"

“Huh?", my roomie says with a look of confusion.

“When he put the gasmask on me! Did you forget that part?"

“That never happened, man. Fume was behind his set the whole show."

I stare daggers at Kevin. “Are you fucking with me?"

He puts his hands up in defense! “No, I swear! He never does anything like that, it's not his act!"

In the time I lived with Kevin, I learned how to tell when he was lying, but none of his tells were there. He was either telling the truth, or maybe he'd been just as mind fucked as me! I drop my head back to my pillow and take a deep breath to calm myself.

“Yo, not for nothing, but after the show you did disappear backstage with the Toxic Twins for like two hours.", Kevin tells me. “Maybe you did something then that left you all messed up, 'cuz you came back to the car after that and just dropped in the backseat. I had to carry you up the stairs when we got home."

“Oh, that's just great!", I groan. Two hours of unaccounted-for time was the last thing I wanted to worry about right now!

“Yeah, well look man, im glad you're alright for the most part, so im'ma go fumigate my car, cuz you stunk it up pretty bad! Just do us both a favor and try to stay in here until I come back with some baking soda and hydrogen peroxide, alright?" He slams the door with haste.

I'm left alone with my thoughts, which are all over the place. The missing hours, the concert, Fume, those videos of me huffing skunk farts spreading across the web... The gravity of that last one struck me. What am I going to do if the guys at work see those videos, what if my family sees them?

I jump as my phone vibrates on my nightstand! I check and see I've just got a text from an unknown number, I open it and a picture loads in. It's N0x, Oz and Vera in a downward angle selfie, with Oz holding the camera with her tongue out and fingers in a V, while Vera is next to her flashing her wolfish, toothy snarl, and N0x is on the other side of her aunt, flipping the camera off. The skunkettes are sitting upon a ratty couch or mattress, I look closer and realize that there's a person trapped beneath their wide rears, the poor soul is giving a thumbs up from under those mountains of skunk ass! From the skin tone, and choice of cheap watch on their wrist, I deduce that the poor soul is none other than myself!

The text sent with the picture says: “Hiya cutie<3 Its Oz! Thanx 4being our fart cushion after the show last night! U rly know how to take em! We'll def hyu next time we're in town n feeling skunky! Ciao!"

......At least I know what I did for those 2 hours last night. The problem is, now I wish I didn't know!

I put my phone back on the nightstand only for it to sound off again!

Its another text, with another picture. When the new picture loads in, my heart jumps in my chest!

Standing in front of one of his tour promo-posters, holding up his trademark double-deuces, is the gasmasked skunk, Fume! On his knees in front of him, giving the same double-piece, is a human in a grey t-shirt and jeans.... with a cheap watch. The human's face is obscured by a gasmask like the skunk behind him, except a clear hose from his breather that leads under Fume's trenchcoat. The hose is filled with a green glowing gas.

A haunting message written in stylized glowing letters follows up the disturbing picture, it says:

SEE YOU ON THE NEXT TOUR!