Skunk on a short leash:

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Arty was already pretty thoroughly smashed, mashing his nose into his bear boyfriend's
crotch before being playfully pried away. The drunk skunk's glasses were off-kilter and
his backwards Kangol hat was drooping over his eyes. The bear kindly placed both back
in their proper spots before fending off another advance, the skunk's tongue lolling out to
lick at the bear's bulging pants. He only stopped when a strong white paw clutched his
chest from behind, those of a white wolf who shoved a newly lit joint between the
skunk's lips. Arty went limp as he puffed and fell back onto his butt, enjoying the joint
forced upon him. He burned out more than his fair share of the roll. It wasn't that he was
unaware of what he was doing. He knew perfectly well the image he projected when he
slipped his paw up the bruin's pants and tried to grab the bear's meat, but again had his
entreaty rebuffed. It was the image of an incredibly horny, vulnerable little fellow just
waiting to be taken advantage of. It's hard to be too particular about your image when
you've already been stripped of your clothing by an amorous pair who've been filling you
with drugs and alcohol all night, though. Sitting back on the floor again, paws behind him
to support his slightly tipsy self, his naked body was presented to the bear, who just had
to smile.

He had some uncommon markings, though no one doubted his skunk-hood. He was
lighter, a grey body and snow white stomach and muzzle. He sported black tips on his
ears and the signature 'black socks' like a fox, all inherited from being partially a hybrid.
A bit of a mutt, to put it as crudely as the wolf sometimes did, but he had the shape of a
skunk, the large powerful tail of a skunk, and the signature double stripes from bangs to
tailtip. Aside from these the skunk was physically average, but no one ever said average
didn't mean good, and here was living proof. Go at Arty with a tape measure and you
would find everything to be just about in the middle. His sturdy but slight frame, his
height, even his cock and balls were all delightfully normal. His gray fur was soft as
cashmere, though, and his eyes could illuminate a darkened room. Yet, under his glasses
and hat, behind his slightly crooked smile, he emanated a certain warmth and vitality that
made his unremarkable body seem to glow resplendently. It was like the sort of halo of
brightness that surrounded people in religious paintings. It followed him naturally and
seemed to be his defining trait, fox-influenced or otherwise. But, leaning backwards with
his svelte body to the bear, the most noticeable fox characteristic was the dick already
filling out the skunk's sheath and presenting its tip.

The wolf took a seat behind the skunk and let the energetic fellow lean back against his
soft white fur. None of them wore a shirt, but the skunk, who tried to lick the wolf's nose,
was the only one in the buff. It hadn't taken much convincing to get the clothes off,
either. Just one quick order. The wolf shoved a bottle of beer into the skunk's paws and
watched as it was reflexively lifted to his lips for a thirsty gulp. With the bottle about half
empty he took half a breath before the wolf tipped the bottle back up, forcing him to chug
the rest of the booze down with no breath. Either he was used to chugging beer, or,
somehow, he had lost his gag reflex long ago. Arty knew what they were doing, he drunk,
not stupid... but as he sank further into intoxication of the buffet of drugs he started to
shed his identity of a working professional and fell further toward his primal urges,
unable to escape from a high that wasn't going to fade for hours.

The wolf and bear traded excited looks, grinning thin evil smiles as the skunk
incapacitated himself more. They were two cooks seasoning an already well prepared
dish. The water was boiling and every time the skunk would suddenly lunge himself at
one of their bodies it was like taste testing an increasingly delicious sauce. The skunk
would be ready soon. His timer was already beginning to pop.

"A little aggressive tonight, Arty," the wolf hissed into the skunk's ear, wrapping his arms
around the skunk's body and taking a hold of his balls, squeezing and rolling them in his
paw as he teased the already enamored skunk. His paws roamed over the skunk's body,
touching anywhere but the sheath or the pink cock tip already poking out. This wasn't
about gratification, it was about preparation, and he knew how to whip Arty into a steamy
froth and how exactly to pour on the loving so that he would only slowly become more
and more anxious.

"C'mon Vidar, whose fault is that?" the skunk asked with a giggle, only slightly slurred,
playfully fighting against the wolf's tight hold and explorations. The bear suddenly joined
them, coming down from the couch, taking a joint from his teeth, and pressing his lips
against the Arty's to exhale the potent smoke into the murring skunk. Kneeling, the bear
dwarfed the two sitting on the floor, and he was a dominant presence in the room. He was
built like a shot putter. He didn't seem to bulge with dark brown muscles carved from
marble, but he absolutely radiated a certain kind of reserved power in his bulky arms,
legs and generous gut. His body seemed to deny any singular definition, and the only
adjective a focus group would ever be able to agree on would be "commanding." He
lifted the skunk up and sat back down on the couch, letting the loopy fellow in his arms
rest on top of him. Arty didn't know whether to struggle upwards or downwards, but
quickly the bear decided for him, cupping the skunk's ass cheeks in his beefy paws and
pulling the him up for a kiss that the skunk returned with vigor. It quickly became almost
a contest who could more fervently, breathlessly, urgently suck and lick and kiss the
other's muzzle, and the skunk actually seemed to be winning, getting his whole body into
the action as he ground his cock against the bear's body. The bruin kneaded the skunk's
small, fit cheeks in his paws. Arty's pants of ecstasy drowned out the bear, and he writhed
in erotic tension against him.

As the two elevated each other's passions (the skunk's rate of ascent much, much steeper),
the wolf joined in. He pressed himself against the skunk's back, scratching his nails along
the skunk's sides while nibbling the sensitive black eartips. The skunk was trapped
between the two, feeling both their bodies squeeze him, his dick already fully hard and
grinding against the bear's jeans. He was woozy, he was horny, he was hot and sweaty
and cramped, and he was groaning in lust into the bruin's muzzle as they kissed
passionately. The bear was almost as potent an intoxicant as anything else to grace his
lips that night. He felt Vidar's paws on his shoulder, and then suddenly with a yank he
was pulled from his passionate love lock and was on his knees before the couch. The bear
coolly, as if it were planned months in advance, pulled off his pants and allowed the wolf
to assist him, shoving the skunk's face into the dark brown crotch fur. The tinge of musk
titillated the skunk, huffing the scent into his lungs like an incense, burying his nose in it
and rubbing his cheek against the soft cock.

Vidar shoved him again, and Arty immediately took the bear's balls in his mouth with a
whimper, rolling the orbs with his tongue and gently pulling the furry sack. As he
delighted himself in his duties, he felt the white wolf's body grind against his back,
pinning his wide striped tail between them. Vidar laughed heartily, like some kind of
complex prank was falling into place as he and DB sandwiched Arty between them.
Though it was the bear's bouncy balls in his mouth, it was Vidar's paws that were driving
him wild, the sharp nails digging into his flesh as they raked over his body. Every inch of
fur was explored, and most importantly the skunk's balls were rolled and squeezed and
pulled, sometimes one paw jiggling them while the other arm wrapped itself around the
skunk, holding him in place, as if he would have tried to escape. His fingers even slipped
between the two grey cheeks and traced the rim of the skunk's hole, then pressing against
it to threaten penetration, but not quite hard enough to actually release that tension. Vidar
laughed because he made Arty moan most by avoiding his dick, which had already grown
to its full potential under the influences of pot, scotch, and cock, and while to wrap his
paw around the dribbling dick would have elicited a long relieved moan from the skunk,
doing anything but only caused the anxious skunk to moan and pant in ever increasing
want.

The white wolf didn't quite match the bear for physical presence, though with his
physique he'd probably sooner be the one carved into a statue. Or put on a wanted poster.
Either way he'd have a beer bottle in his hand, and even now one was sitting only a few
inches away for the occasional swig. He was slightly larger than the skunk, though their
frames seemed proportionate, but bending over the shuddering, whimpering grey-furred
boy he seemed so much larger. Really the skunk was only a little smaller, a little younger,
and more than a little less tolerant to alcohol. The icy blue accents of fur on Vidar's back
and face were omnipresent at any get together supplying sufficient booze. Any difference
in size the wolf made up for in exuberance. DB might enter a room and suddenly seem to
be the center of it, but when Vidar entered a room you'd swear he was everywhere at
once. And that was how it seemed now to the simpering skunk, who might have testified
to a jury that a dozen paws were caressing and handling his body when it was only two
frenetic ones.

Slurping on balls was second nature to the skunk, so while he continued to lap gratefully
at the bear's package, his mind rested completely on the wolf. Claws dig into his skin, hot
breath warmed the nap of his neck, and the wolf's alcohol-soaked breath wafted through
him. He was stuck, unable to even wag his bushy tail under the wolf's weight, which
pressed his nose again and again into the bear's crotch. In their passion, musks were
beginning to ferment and rise, and all this motion, scent, taste, and touch nearly
overwhelmed his senses to the point that he was already leaking a steady stream of sweet
precum that hung like a thick string connected to the floor under him. He may have
exploded if only the wolf would wrap his paw around the leaking cock and provide only a
few quick strokes.

Just when the bruin had finally grown erect and the cockthirsty skunk was to wrap his
lips around the pole for the first time that night, he felt a tug at his neck that pulled him
backwards, crashing to his ass and onto his back. He had almost forgotten his collar was
on, and clipped to it was the short chain leash Vidar now held in his paw. It was easy to
forget the fitted length of leather and chain was around his neck, it was designed to fit
loose when slack, but a jerk of the connected chain tightened around the submissive's
neck, giving pause to whatever he might be doing when yanked away. Looking up from
the ground, Vidar was upside down and a little bit spinny... but Arty could always make
out the wolf's mischievous smile under any influence.

"On all fours," Vidar demanded, teeth showing behind curled lips. Arty returned the
smile and shuffled to his paws, his tail now free to wag with all the happy abandon it had
wanted to. Kneeling, his dick didn't sag under its weight, it stood still as firm as it likely
would all night. And it would be a long, hard night. The wolf straddled the skunk, lightly
taking a seat on his back. His paws and claws still worked over the skunk's body, fine
scratches in the skin hidden under the thick yet fine fur. He put his drink between the
skunk's shoulder blades, warning him not to spill it. DB stood up from the couch and got
on his knees to lower himself to the Arty's level, then grabbed the prone skunk's muzzle
in his paw and pulled the his dark face against his dick, still wet with the skunk's spit.
The bear only had to offer the skunk a little instruction, and soon he was nuzzling the
bear's cock obediently, knowing not yet to slip the hard shaft between his lips. It was a
great contrast for the skunk, the bear's simple softness and the wolf's aggression, to know
he was safe between them yet thrilled with the rush of danger the wolf's claws dug into
his skin.

"Listen now," Vidar commanded, "DB and I got plans for you tonight. So here's the deal.
First of all, no more speaking. You can whine, bark, yelp, shake your ass, whatever... but
DB and I don't want to hear you say a word. If you're our pet for the night, well, pets
don't talk outside of Disney movies. Understood?"

"Understood," Arty answered. A quick smack to the ass shut him up, except for the shrill
yip that escaped his throat, which caused Vidar's bottle to slip off his back, though the
wolf was able to catch it before it spilled.

"That one's for speaking," he said, adding one more, harder smack on the same cheek to
elicit another shout and causing the skunk's cheeks to pinken and the skunk to tear up a
moment, "and that one's for spilling my booze." Vidar polished off the bottle and tossed it
aside. "Anyway, second rule, you stay and walk on all fours. Just like a little dog" Vidar
laughed, really sinking his claws into Arty's sides as he did, maybe not even realizing
quite how sharp his claws were begining to leave marks that could be seen even through
the fur. "And don't you go lowering that tail either. You keep that thing raised for us,
understood? ....and I mean anything either of us wanna do to that tailhole of yours or any
of the other holes on your body is ours for the taking, alright? You're our pet and you do
as you're told."

The skunk nodded, his face still pressed against DB's dick.

"And most importantly," DB butted in for the first time, putting his paw under Arty's chin
and lifting him up to catch his eyes, "disobey and there's gonna be hell to pay. Now are
you going to be a good puppy tonight?"

The skunk's smile was too wide to be mistaken for anything but joyful obedience, and
already the rattling of his short chain as the wolf got off his back had him excited. DB did
not wait long, either, yanking the chain downward, choking the collar against the willing
skunk's next and bringing his chin down to the ground. Arty immediately lifted his tail,
and could hear the laughing wolf behind him before he could feel the fingers against his
hole. They were cold with lube, making him shiver a little, but they warmed slowly as the
fingers sunk into him. First one, wiggling and curling inside him, then two, then three
fingers spreading his hole open slowly. Vidar wasn't gentle.

Next, he felt the cool glass of one of their high-end toys. Vidar knew how to milk a
moment, and for a few seconds he simply held it in place against the mewling skunk's
hole. Finally it was pushed inside him. Arty could tell immediately it was a plug, but they
had so many of different sizes, all of which had been shoved inside him at one point or
another, that he could only close his eyes and grit his teeth, not knowing when the
increasingly wide plug would stop stretching him. He made sure to keep his tail raised
high though, and the bear made sure to keep the chain taut (though a paw ruffling his ears
was comforting), but already he was whimpering. The wolf stopped to put more lube on
the toy, and then the skunk felt a sudden quick push that sunk the rest of the girthy plug
into him, accompanied by a fevered yelp, his hole shutting quick around it. When was the
last time they'd used one this big?!

"We'll need the room for later," the wolf said in a tone that could only be accompanied by
a wink. Now, only minutes into their agreement, his hole was filled and stretched, and the
weighty glass plug actually made him wobble as the bruin bid him to rise. Rising to all
four again, now, the skunk was greeted with a view of the bear's tailhole. It was only a
brief glimpse, though, before another harsh tug pulled his muzzle into the bear's ass,
nearly burrowing his nose into it, then immediately and obediently stretching out his
tongue to lick and lap it. The bear's musk was especially strong here, his nose buried
between the two meaty cheeks, the scent pervaded him, and it was magnified now by the
sweaty taste on his tongue. Not that the skunk lacked the necessary enthusiasm, but the
bear made a game of yanking the pet's chain, choking the collar and mashing the nose
against his balls, the skunk yelping and burrowing his tongue deep into the moaning
bear's hole, flicking his tongue along the rim and sucking the pucker.

He felt the claws against his body again, tracing fresh scratches from only minutes
earlier, making them sting as the nails drew over them again. Vidar was kneeling behind
him, and he could feel the fur against his own, the suddenly naked white wolf pressing
against the back of his thighs. The paws clung onto him and he felt his hole begin to
spread open wider. For a second he thought the plug was being pulled out, but that was
impossible with both the wolf's paws clamped around him, then he realized that this
wasn't one of their regular plugs. It was the two-tiered plug. It was only halfway in, and
now the wolf was humping him, slowly forcing in the rest. He went slow, pushing
forward to spread the skunk's battered hole open, before letting it come back to rest in the
middle, then thrust slowly with his hips again to force it open a little more. Each thrust
made Arty squeal feverishly, and each feverish squeal made DB pull the chain and the
skunk's face back to the duty it had been drafted into. The wolf mimicked the skunk's
squeals, taunting him each time he would thrust the plug a little further in. This was more
than the skunk had faced in awhile, and soon his panting was heavy and laden with
exhaustion, though his dick continued to bely this distraught image. Every thrust, met
with a concerned cry, was similarly met with a jolt in his dick like an electrical current
being passed through it, and another viscous drop of precum would leak to the floor. The
dick would, still, probably erupt if touched, but Vidar kept his paws away.

"Awww, c'mon, it can't hurt that much can it? This isn't the first time you've had your
asshole pried open like this," Vidar taunted as he gave the skunk a rest. It sounded almost
like the kind of playful jabber between friends on a basketball court, almost friendly, but
laced with a hissing kind of sanctimony that marked the wolf so well. At any rate, the
skunk had to shake his head no, and bark twice, weak in his breathless passion, but still it
was understood as a plea for more. And so with one quick thrust, and one loud yelp, the
wolf thrust hard and smacked his hips against the skunk's cheeks, the full plug now sunk
firmly between the two small cheeks. The wolf almost had to feel proud. In fact, he did.
And he rewarded himself with a shot of rum and a Dr. Pepper chaser sitting on a nearby
table. The pet got a quick toke and a breather before another yank on the chain returned
him to the bear's service.

Soon DB sat up straight, Arty's tounge slipping out with a satisfied smack. He was still
catching his breath, the hefty toy now sitting still in his stretched hole, but his tongue
lolled out in exhaustion. A salty sweat had begun to cover him, which he would have
been completely oblivious of, if not for the stinging against the fresh cuts of scratches
gone a bit too deep. Fortunately, Vidar brought him out a bowl of water and the skunk
lapped at it with a rapacious thirst, drinking despite not wanting to wash the bear's taste
from his mouth. The bear grabbed his collar and pushed him down into the bowl, to
swallow the water - which of course was tainted with a heavy amount of citrus flavored
rum - the devious wolf slipped a tight leather harness onto the pet, irrepressible smiles
spreading across both their muzzles when the leather straps were tightened snug against
his body.

His throat moist again, he was yanked upwards again and ordered to sit. He sat on his
knees with his hands planted in front awaiting his next command. He saw two dicks
positioned in front of him. Vidar relaxed, laying back on DB's tummy, his canine cock
only half hard but impressive even at that. Neither was tremendous, but both were
impressive. The bear was meaty and veiny and the wolf, by the end of the night, would
have one of the most satisfying knot, swollen up like a juicy grapefruit. Though he
wanted to immediately bury his face in both, he patiently waited his cue, which came
when the drunken white wolf grabbed the pet's collar and yanked it to his dick.

Arty worked Vidar's cock expertly with his tongue and lips, unable to use his paws as
they were to be kept on the floor at all time. He loved the feeling of a cock growing
inside his muzzle, and he kept his nose pressed against the white fur crotch fur, feeling
the tip slip further and further back into his throat, until it gagged him. He would tear up a
second and take a breathe around the cock, but used it as motivation that he could go a
little further. DB tapped his cock against Arty's chin and the skunk changed positions,
drawing his tongue under the already stiff cock before wrapping his lips around the head
and suckling it, tasting the third of the bruin's unique tastes when precum seeped onto his
tongue. He could deepthroat perfectly, never gagging, and loved to shove the rod back
down into his throat, then lap at the bear's big balls. A tap on his nose and he switched
back to the wolf's dick, nuzzling it momentarily before taking the balls in his mouth,
stretching and licking the fuzzy sack. The moment his lips wrapped around the dick,
though, Vidar leaned forward, grabbed the skunk's ears and fucked his muzzle senseless
for a good minute, even pulling the Kangol hat over the skunk's eyes in his fervor, before
trading back off to the bear. They traded back and forth like this, sometimes giving the
now-blind skunk barely a second on a dick before having to scurry back to the other, and
at least once they pressed their leaking heads together for the skunk to lick both, attempt
to get both in his muzzle at once and drink their mix of salty precum. The skunk couldn't
see any of it with his hat pulled over his eyes, but this was a pretty good situation to be
using only your senses of taste and touch, anyway. Finally the bear tossed the hat
completely and, though his glasses were somewhat askew, he could again see his
boyfriend's big bear belly bouncing and jiggling with the thrusts.

The skunk's dick pulsated. His skox knot was swollen with no physical provocation, and
a puddle of precum was connected by a thin liquid wire to his dick. It actually ran in a
small stream away from him. But paws that couldn't leave the floor couldn't grab a dick,
and so his dick went begging, throbbing and swelling painfully.

It was almost like taunting, then, when DB tapped his dick against the skunk's chin and,
shifting Vidar off his stomach, slouched forward and fucked the skunk's muzzle. His
paws held the skunk's head still as he humped furiously into the gullet, his long veiny
dick pounding against the back of the head. A less experienced pet would have only been
able to open wide and hope for the best, but this pair had long ago perfected this, and the
skunk's lips kept wrapped tight against the dick, and his tongue cradled the invading shaft
perfectly, rolling along the underside as it thrust into him. Though he wasn't finishing
himself off for the night, the bear pressed the skunk's muzzle into his crotch and held it
there for a few long, luxuriant seconds while he squirted thick gobs of cum down the
skunk's throat. Pulling out a little for a last few squirts, the skunk gathered a significant
pool of spunk in his muzzle. Dick still in his lips, he savored the taste, then swallowed at
the bear's command.

DB was like a Hummer, though. Only took about five minutes to fill him up. So while he
recharged, taking a quick break to smoke and mix a few drinks, the skunk volunteered his
tongue to clean the Vidar's hand and foot paws, nibbling the pads gently as the wolf
relaxed on the couch, not wanting to overexert himself on a blowjob before the real show,
anyway. DB brought out with him three martinis - one in a salt-rimmed bowl. Vidar and
DB sat back and relaxed, discussing world events while fondling their balls, their loyal
pet lapping up his mixed drink happily. This was no lull in the action for Arty, for whom
the continual reaffirmation of his submission was just as arousing as a nibbled ear or
tweaked nipple - and that's not even to mention that while he drank the wolf would
occasionally lean down to nibble the skunk's ear or tweak his nipple. The skunk's knot
was fully swollen and his balls pulled back into his body, as if on the absolute edge of
orgasm, but though it dangled precipitously over that edge - figuratively, literally it was
stiff as a lead pipe - it only leaked pre like a river for now.

The wolf stood up and made a trip to their wall of equipment. It was where he'd grabbed
the girthy plug now stretching the skunk's ass, and where he now picked up various loops
and strips of leather. Some of them he knew didn't do anything other than be sexy, but
with a skunk like Arty, anything meant to keep a guy in place was unnecessary anyway.
Arty wouldn't squirm away. That's why it was much decoration when Vidar put on the
leg bars which would keep Arty on his knees. It wasn't necessary to put the leather cuffs
around the skunk's wrists and connect them with a stainless steel rod. It wasn't necessary
to wrap a second collar around the skunk's neck, this one a shock collar. Vidar had to lean
down to get even with the skunk's face and tap the buzzer remote against his nose.

"Punishment," the white wolf said with a cruel smile, "Just to make sure you really mean
that thing about doing whatever we want you to, because we've got a hell of a thing
planned for tonight." Arty whined like a dog and nodded. Vidar clipped the buzzer
remote onto Arty's collar. If he needed it, he'd be able to reach.

By now DB had taken a seat in front of the skunk for a little paw love of his own,
pressing his pads against the skunk's face and wiggling his toes in the fur. He scritched
the skunk's ear real friendly like, and while Vidar fiddled with the leather straps, making
sure they were tight and secure, he whispered loving things.

"You're a lovely little skunk, just the perfect one for me." Arty smiled, wobbling a little.
The bear leaned down and nuzzled his skunk, saying little loving affirmations that turned
into babbling, just how one might talk to a puppy, and yet it meant so much. DB kissed
the skunk again, so many tastes mingling on their tongues. So much was associated with
that mix of alcohol and cum. Your lover's cum tastes good. Tasting your own jizz on your
lover's lips, though, is just about the height of passionate romance. As they locked lips,
Vidar finished adjusting the leather works until they suited him perfectly. A sudden,
desperate grunt against the bear's lips was DB's hint that the wolf had pulled the plug half
out. They didn't break their lock, and a second gruff grunt meant the plug was not out.

Vidar rolled his eyes as he grabbed the skunk's slight hips in his paws and dug his claws
in for a good handle. With little resistance, he buried his bone in the skunk's small ass,
the hole amply loose to fit it. But that didn't prevent the skunk from moaning in joyous
appreciation, his teeth glaring in a wide smile. The wolf knew that by leaning forward
only a little he could hit the skunk's spots just right, and the wolf battered that spot
relentlessly. He took pride in being able to get the always resilient skunk to cum without
having his dick touched. The skunk began to kneel low to the floor, but he was yanked by
the collar.

"Don't slouch when I'm fucking you, keep your back arched, understood?" Vidar
demanded, and Arty barked in affirmation.

"Hey, slow down, we don't want him to cum before we both get in," DB pleaded.

"Just lemme knot him, c'mon," the wolf said, pressing his obscenely thick knot against
the hole, teasing the skunk with the promise to bury it suddenly, without warning.

He buried it suddenly, without warning. Arty squealed and gritted his teeth, moaning as
the swollen knot pried his hole open. It was just like like the plug again, though maybe
not as wide. The wolf tempted the skunk to launch his load, the knot pressing against a
spot that made the skunk tingle all over. Arty barked as jolts of pain and pleasure coursed
through him, every ounce of his body begging him to cum, but his will holding back
despite the feeling that his balls might explode. The wolf's paws raked over the skunk's
body. He bit the bushy tail in his jaw. All while the bear complained and told him to stop.
It was a minute later, with the skunk's dick trembling but intact, that the wolf relented and
pried his knot from the skunk's beaten hole to the tune of a shrieking yelp and a stricken
moan. The skunk's face was contorted, though after a few breaths he huffed and grinned
like a dumb mutt.

The skunk's eyes were closed in exhaustion, so he didn't even see the warm stream of piss
coming for him, and the initial splash on the top of his head made him bark in surprise
before lifting his head to take the brunt of his stream in face. DB was groaning in relief, a
torrent of used alochol from earlier in the night pouring out of him onto the skunk. His
smell now pervaded the room, rising off the skunk like steam. It was a very specific scent
that, even after the skunk's fur dried, would linger until a thorough scrubbing. The bear
was liable to let the skunk go a weekend without one, though, the pungent aroma a
constant reminder to the skunk of his position among the two. He opened his mouth and
let the stream splash against his tongue. It was an acquired taste, certainly, but after years
Arty could gulp down pints, thirsty for more, eager to drink the bear's juices that marked
him. DB never asked him to, but Arty always did. He was happy to, in fact. It wasn't the
most romantic showing of devotion, but it was an incredibly potent one.
Seeing this, Vidar pulled out his stiff, slick dick and strained to spray the skunk's tail and
back with powerful jets of piss. The wolf could only force out quick bursts, and he was
still spraying long after DB had shaken himself off, the skunk's tongue extending to take
the last few drops. He didn't stop from there, taking the soft cock in his maw and rolling
his tongue expertly, letting it expand in his muzzle. Vidar took awhile to empty himself
out, and the skunk's moans didn't stop for a beat while he did, though every splash was
accompanied by a heightened gasp. Vidar thought this was the best way to shove the
skunk over the edge, and he was almost right, but Arty held through it. He wanted to cum
so badly, and every whiff of the odors now soaking him brought him a little closer. His
leg began to shake and kick spasmatically beyond his control and his dick throbbed and
ached, but the skunk held on. Even when the wolf grabbed the skunk's collar and choked
him while viciously sinking his dick back into the skunk's ass, draining the last few jets
of piss into the skunk's hole, which sloshed around inside the skunk, leaking slowly from
the tight seal between thrusts to the knot.

Arty was ravaged. Exhausted and sore, his slight chest heaved laboriously, though a wide
smile of approval never left his lips. Being fucked doggy style, his body swaying back
and forth with the thrusts, covered and filled with urine, he was the embodiment of
willful submission. He had so far lived up to the rules set out, not leaving his pose on all
four paws, and not once refusing the wolf or bear. He yipped happily as the wolf fucked
his stretched hole, eager to be used in any more possible way he could.

That was when DB did something odd. He got down on the ground, crawling under Arty.
Now the skunk's dick leaked onto the bear's fur. When the wolf pulled out all but the tip
of his cock and the bear's dick pressed against the skunk's hole, too, Arty's eyes shot open
in a moment of sudden realization, only moments before the bear buried his hefty dick
beside the wolf's. The skunk whined and howled in pain, his back arched in pain. The
bruin thrust slowly while the wolf held still, letting the hole loosen around it, letting the
skunk relax. Though he continued to howl and moan and yelp and bark for a few minutes,
soon the skunk was calm. Then came the wolf's knot with a quick, rough thrust that
brought the same howls back. Vidar laughed, knowing he hadn't really hurt the poor
skunk who whined so theatrically.

He was knotted with wolf cock and plugged with bear dick, both beasts' arms wrapped
around him. Soon he was no longer actually standing on his four paws, but rather
sandwiched between the two, immobile, claws digging in and all, wolf biting his shoulder
and giggling maniacally at the situation. DB plowed fast and hard while the wolf simply
jabbed with what little freedom of movement he had, though with the bear's dick rubbing
against his inside the skunk, it was no less enjoyable. DB did all the work now, pounding
at the skunk's ass with determined zeal.

It wasn't long until the wolf bit hard into the skunk's shoulder and, with a few curt grunts,
planted his seed deep in the skunk's ass. The dick shook with tremors, each spasm felt by
the skunk who had grown hoarse from shouts and barks and grunts and all the other
sounds associated with being fucked hard. The skunk couldn't feel the huge load empty
into him, but he did feel the bear's thrusts quicken with the added lubrication. Now the
bear fucked with no reserve, burying his dick deep and hard with each thrust. Arty's heart
might have beat out of his chest in the frantic moments when the wolf growled and shot
his load, and the only thing that seemed to keep him tethered to the ground, that kept him
from going blind in the pure ecstasy of the moments, was the bear's loving kisses. Among
what seemed like a train wreck going on around him, a writhing mass of limbs and dick
with so many resultant sensations, the one thing that the skunk could pick out and focus
on solely, and enjoy all on its own, was the bear's lips locked with his own.

Arty's knot pressed against DB's stomach, who awaited the sign that it would empty onto
his belly. It came, finally. The skunk's leg began to twitch mindlessly, like a dog being
scratched. His dry, hoarse moans become extremely curt and and alarming, building to
frantic barks, until a bark melted into a high pitched whine and his dick, aching, pulsing,
swelling and trembling, shot thick hot loads of cum into the bear's stomach, the fur
already wet from the stream of pre that had been leaking for nearly an hour now.

All had become sweaty now, adding to the sea of odors that had surrounded them. Two
had finished, and the bear, having cum already once tonight, was only getting started.
Though his fur was sticky and the skunk on top of him was nearly limp, he didn't let up.
He didn't rush to finish with them. He slowed down a little and took his time, making
both the wolf and skunk squirm and groan with his slow, expertly positioned pokes. The
bear knew the skunk's spots, and each time he grazed one the skunk's would shake a little
as if a cold shiver had gone through his body. The wolf, whose spent dick was now
sensitive, managed to slowly pull out, though the didn't leave the two alone. His paws
scritched and scratched over the skunk's soggy back.

DB suddenly then rolled Arty onto his back and, propping the legs up to keep the skunk's
ass high in the air, drilled into him. This was his power position, the one that let him fuck
the deepest, the fastest, and right into Arty's spot. He had, in fact, worked the skunk's dick
into a firm pole again when he pulled out and shot his load on the skunk's chest and face.
It wasn't a tremendous load after cumming once already, but with cum in the skunk's ass
and belly already, the trifecta was complete with hot, juicy bearcum on the skunk's face
and muzzle.

Arty was lost in a daze on the floor. He wasn't allowed to speak, but he certainly wasn't
capable either. Only a few soft rurrs escaped him, and he hardly even had the energy to
lap the cum off his lips, so it mostly just soaked into his fur. The skunk was now
completely covered and filled with the two's essences. He smelled of them, he was filled
with them, he was covered with them, and if you licked him, he'd taste like them. A
considerable mess of all kinds of pungent liquids had pooled beneath the skunk. Pre,
cum, urine, sweat, lube, alcohol... and Arty stewed in these.

"Seems like a comfortable spot for him for the night, doesn't it?" Vidar asked the bear as
they admired their work. "I think he's already about passed out anyhow."

"Man... we gotta install a drain down here I think..." DB mused. He picked up the skunk's
chain but couldn't bear to pull him out of his serene sleep. Instead, he unfastened the
short leash from the collar and found another chain linked permanently to the wall, which
he clicked and locked onto the skunk's collar. They refilled his water bowl - slightly
tainted, of course - and left him a few blankets in case he woke up and needed to warm
himself.

"I dunno... it seems we're forgetting something," Vidar wondered, scratching at his chin.
He remembered suddenly, and grabbed the double-tiered plug from earlier in the night. It
was still rather slick, but the skunk's hole had been stretched so thoroughly that it now
slipped in with almost comical ease, and the skunk, completely drained, only fidgeted and
rurred under his breath in his trance-like sleep. Probably dreamed of being knotted all
night long.

"Just in case we need him in the morning," Vidar said as he patted DB on the back and
headed upstairs to bed.