Stank of all Trades
This is a story for Stank's B-day
Humbug and Vox helped me with the
Idea for the story, and I thank
them profusely. Ploro was created
by Stank, then adopted and named
by Vox. Humbug is to blame for the
Setting. Stank is to blame for that
outfit he has on, seeing as he drew
it and all. Seriously, it's in his
gallery. I'll stop writing now so
you can get to this story OMGWTF
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Raeruke Stankikus brushed off his red coat as he popped up his collar, revealing the green trim on the underside. The oddly spotted skunk made his way into the village in the morning light. The young flesh-mage hummed idly to himself, patting the coin purse on his hip. He frowned, not nearly as full as he'd like.
He headed to the Market Square, smiling as he saw vendors setting up. This would be where he set up. The skunk stepped into an alley.
A few early shoppers exchanged looks at one another as they passed the alley, each blaming the other for the odd pseudo-flatulent sounds coming from the alleyway.
After about a half hour of this, the skunk re-emerged from the alley, carrying a shiny green tarp, wrapped around a series of long shapes. He hummed, finding an empty spot in the market, and unwrapped the tarp, revealing four long poles of the same green material, a few other smaller poles to brace them and a slick green board. Deftly, as if having done this before, as he had, Raeruke turned the pile of poles and tarp into a pavilion shade, with enough poles left over to raise the board up to counter height.
Once set up, Raeruke flicked his tail and waited, grinning absently forward. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the rest of the market finish getting set up, as from all directions villagers started to flood the market square, to do the day's shopping. What certainly must have been an hour, but was likely more like a few minutes, the skunk realized with a gasp he had forgotten to put up a sign that said what he was doing. Most of the shoppers would pass him over when they saw no merchandise.
Making sure no one was looking, which was easy as he was being ignored, the skunk pulled his rump cheeks apart, revealing the hole cut into his trousers for this expressed purpose, and with a wet flatulent sound, slime splattered forth onto the ground. The green goop started to form to the skunk's will, spreading out into a banner the length of his counter, dirt from the ground mixing into the slime only where he wanted it to. He then snapped his fingers, the ooze turning to the same sort of tarp as the top of his pavilion, no longer sticky or malleable, he carefully hung it up at the front of the booth, Advertizing himself as "Raeruke Stankikus: Purveyor of custom crafts and flesh magics."
He stood and grinned out at the market, bouncing a little on the balls of his curly toed shoes. He flicked his tail around as... no one stopped at his booth. He pondered after a few minutes. He had a pretty sign now, but he didn't have any merchandise. Merchants need merchandise. The words were practically the same, after all! He reached under his tail and grunted as he tugged some slime from his stink hole, pulling it in front of him and starting to model it with his paws, skillfully shaping a figurine.
Soon it was in the shape of a small skunk, and he grinned, setting down the piece as he willed it to harden. He could make a whole bunch of those. So that is what he did, making all sorts of little slime figures while villager after villager ignored him, or rushed by to get away from the scent.
Luckily, making small figurines, trinkets, and tools passed the time better than smiling vacantly into space, even if it was starting to drain his reserves of slime rather quickly. His belly rumbled, annoyed as the sun came to be near vertical above the square. He set down the model of a green ham hock he just finished down next to the green eggs over easy. "Hmm... Food on the brain, complaining belly. Obviously, I'm thirsty."
Just then, something that looked like a cross between a wolf and a snake arrived at the booth, looking over the array of trinkets and tinctures. "Hmm... fascinating... Jade?"
"Not quite!" Raeruke flagged his tail all about, inadvertently spreading his scent in the air. "It's not from the ground, it's hand crafted of natural materials, no carving required!"
"So... it is like ceramics then." The odd customer said. The accent seemed to denote he was from the south, or at least traveled there a lot, possibly trading with the moors.
"...Something like that." The skunk put on his most winning smile.
The customer's tail writhed behind him slowly as he turned to walk to the corner of the booth furthest from the nearest adjacent booth, "So... what sort of Magic do you do...?"
"Oh, it's very versatile." Raeruke smiled broadly, smoothing out his flamboyant red jacket. "What do you need magic for?"
"Well, what first comes to mind is this big rodent problem in my barn." The furred pseudo serpent stood upright, putting on a posh accent. "Think you could suss it out? Put a kibosh on it? Wot wot?"
The skunk pondered. This customer was his kind of mad. He voiced his ponderings, "I can't just leave my booth unattended..." His belly rumbled though. It had heard tell of rodents, and those were one of its favorite treats. Incidentally, its least favorite treat was the skunk's own cooking, making the prospect of getting a meal all the better. "You stay here. Where is this barn?"
The customer grinned, with surprising acrobatics he sprung into the booth without his flailing tail hitting anything. "Alright, go to the edge of the square to the northeast, travel along it for three cross streets, not including alleys, turn left, then immediately right..."
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Raeruke held up the little map he had made his customer draw him. It seemed like forever, but he had arrived at a barn matching the description given him. The skunk walked into the open door of the barn.
Sitting on a haybale in the middle of the barn was a slender mouse, no older than his late teens, dressed in motley. He was grinning, "Glad you could join us!"
"You're the rodent problem? Well..." Raeruke pondered, undoing the buttons on his jacket as his belly rumbled greedily. "You do look tasty I have to admit. And familiar."
"Good to see you again too, Raeruke." The mouse chuckled.
The skunk paused. He looked carefully, "I do recognize you! You're that mouse kid, Ploro. You've been touring the south. Played your tumbling and juggling act for a couple royal families last I heard. "
The rodent just nodded and grinned broadly. "Not to mention you saw me perform, and talked to me after the show."
Raeruke blew on by this statement of fact, "You're good kid. Why are you squatting in this barn? And where's your partner, that..." The skunk paused. "That snakey fuzzy... thing." An overwhelming sense of dread came over his face, compounded by the sound of the barn door closing and latching behind him.
Ploro chuckled, pointing behind the skunk, "Because he told me to, and I think you've already figured out the second part of that."
"Hello Raeruke. It's been too long." A familiar, smooth voice spoke from where Ploro pointed previously, prepping the mephit to turn, albeit reluctantly. Standing in front of the latch of the broad barn door was a tall white lop eared hare dressed in snug, dark violet clothing, the sort that would make It easy for him to blend into the shadows, as he had been doing. The black lips and hair and violet eyes told Raeruke all he needed to know.
"T-Tristan... I... What are you doing here?" The skunk stammered, backing up. He yelped as dexterous mouse paws tugged off his jacket, leaving him naked from the waist up, except for a collar around his neck.
"Why Stinky, one would think you were trying to avoid me." Tristan strolled nonchalantly across the floor of the barn towards the skunk, who bent over, pulling apart his cheeks at Ploro.
Ploro stood confidently in place as the skunk's rump let out a pathetic poot. He was out of his slime.
The hare grinned, "Oh, got bored at your booth? I was making sure no one even saw your sign or your merchandise. Market goers saw an empty booth with a skunk standing around awkwardly. It was a fun spell..."
"Ah-ha, but I still have my stink!" The mephit raised his tail again.
The mouse rolled to one side before the spray hit the air, deftly ran at one of the barn walls, before bouncing off of it to a beam, from which he bounded to an open window about ten feet up. He turned, saluting the skunk and hare.
Tristan took a pouch out of his shirt and shook it, jingling like coins, before throwing it to the mouse, who caught it and fell out of the windowsill the other way confidently.
Raeruke stood upright again, looking around, the hare continuing to get closer. He ran at the wall Ploro used to vault up, kicked off it and ran facefirst into the beam, slumping to the ground.
"Ooooh... Ouch stinky..." Tristan's voice was now directly above the skunk. Strong paws lifted up the disoriented skunk, and velvet pads brushed off the medallion on Raeruke's collar, which proclaimed the skunk as Tristan's pet. "Naughty, running off like that... I better take you home so you don't hurt yourself anymore."
The mephit blinked, trying to get his eyes to face the same direction, "I think I have a concussimajig."
Slowly, a dark shape approached the skunk, the double image resolving into a single blur, then sharp contrast. It was the glistening black flesh of the hare's maw, though without experience one could hardly expect to recognize it as belonging to a hare, many sharp teeth organized to the front, including long canine teeth, the ones on top longer and looking almost like the fangs of a serpent, the equally serpentine tongue easing out to lick and flick at the skunk's neck.
Raeruke whimpered softly, but found himself resting his aching head on the inside of Tristan's mouth, his whole head fitting inside without his nose touching the entrance to the throat beyond. He could feel the hare's paws no longer grasping him, but petting over his body soothingly, and found it very hard to remember why he had tried to escape in the first place.
Tristan rumbled around the skunk's head, and slowly closed his lips around his neck, just above his collar, gently guiding his body to follow him as he moved to sit on the haybale. Once he was in position, he worked to undo the mephit's trousers, humming to himself idly, before he took another gulp, causing the skunk to bend over further, his arms rather trapped at his sides, now.
The skunk felt his face being caressed by peristaltic motions, but to his dazed brain it felt as though his Master's body was welcoming him back, as it might have been, though it was hard to tell. He felt the warmth enveloping him from above countering the sudden chill around his nethers, squirming a bit as he was disrobed completely. Strong paws grasped his rump, and pulled on the pair of cheeks for leverage.
Despite the display of sharp and pointy teeth, the hare was skilled at keeping them from harming his meal. Pulling with his grasp on the mephit's posterior, he swallowed again, the shape of the skunk's head and shoulders visibly deforming down towards the hare's belly, forcing his top to undo itself, unraveling and opening up one panel at a time. Soon the shape reached the hare's abdomen.
Raeruke felt his muzzle press through a snug ring of flesh, and found his head being pressed into the warm stomach. Flexing walls rubbed against his face slowly and smoothly, reinforcing the skunk's thoughts that he was being welcomed home. He let out a weak moan as he felt the long serpentine tongue caressing his exposed bits.
Tristan chuckled softly at the moan and teasingly swallowed again, pressing the skunk's hips in beyond the back of his tongue, using one paw to wrap the fluffy spotted and striped tail around the bare legs as the other gave this throat an equally teasing rub, feeling the impression of the aroused bits there, before another swallow sent them out of easy reach, and caused the skunk to start to have to curl around.
Whimpering at the teasing, Raeruke tried to grind his arousal at the softly rippling flesh surrounding his hips, but his position became less and less suited for this with every moment, especially how his head had started to follow the curve of the soft rippling walls of the chamber he was being eased into, causing his body to start curling around on itself. He could feel his knees entering the dark warmth.
With a tender groan, Tristan's paw moved to rub where he felt the back of the skunk's head bulging out his belly, while the other had Raeruke's ankles pinned with the tip of the fluffy tail, and was making sure they slid smoothly inward, his maw tilted back ever since he started on the legs, knowing them to be not nearly as flexible as the spine. The gentle paw slipped the curly toed shoes off the mephit's footpaws, before they were at the threshold.
A wet slurp welcomed the skunk's footpaws into the hare's body, his teeth coming together behind the slowly wiggling toes with a soft but resonant clink. He was fully contained, and the hare swallowed slowly, that last gulp reverberating throughout the barn, as the last of the long bulge left the throat and chest, gathering curled up into the hare's gut.
Licking his lips and gently rubbing his now exposed, deformed belly, Tristan cooed to the skunk within, "You know, if you had just told me where you were going... or that you were going, this might have been avoided... but when you run away in the middle of the night it makes it seem like you don't want to be my pet anymore."
A soft sheepish voice muffled out from the belly, "I... I'm sorry Master..."
"You are forgiven," The hare leaned down, kissing where the skunk's face was visibly deforming his flesh. "I'll get you someone to eat, then you can spend the journey home in there. Is that a problem, stinky?" He crouched down, gathering his pet's nicely tailored clothing.
Raeruke blushed, even though he couldn't be seen, but slowly nosed at the warm, wet wall of his 'room' "N-no... no problem..." Despite his reluctance and struggles to get away, his master's body was always comfortable to him. He wasn't sure himself why he resisted sometimes.
Tristan smiled, "Good boy..." He carefully re-fastened his top to accommodate his new weight in his middle, calmly opening the barn door and walking off with the skunk's clothing draped over one shoulder, one paw rubbing the taut bulge in his violet shirt, eyeing the afternoon streets as he made his way back to market, stopping only to follow a wolf into an alley.
A scuffle broke out, before a quick, less gentle series of swallows sounded out throughout the channel between the buildings. With a groan, the hare, readjusting his shirt again, walked calmly out of the alley, resuming his journey, rubbing his belly as he heard his pet inside enjoying his wolf meal. Though from the rocking, he assumed the skunk was dealing with another urge before hunger.
As he arrived at the market, Tristan smirked. At the green booth were Ploro and his partner, and they seemed to be making a killing, two or three people trying to purchase something at once, "Heh, looks like my glamour wore off."
Ploro perked, looking up like a kid found with a paw in the cookie jar, "Uh... Hi Tristan!"
"It was nice of you two to take care of the booth while Raeruke is... preoccupied." The hare grinned, rubbing his belly meaningfully, "But now the owner is here... though I'm sure I can keep you on until stock wears out. There's certainly enough demand to warrant it! I'm sure a mouse and sergal wouldn't mind." He walked into the booth from the side, snapping his fingers. A comfortable looking, but ornate chair appeared seemingly from nowhere as he sat down.
Ploro blushed as he watched the hare move, especially the way his gut kept moving even after he settled down, rocking back and forth. He perked, seeing that Tristan was beckoning him over. The mouse took another order, and patted his partner's shoulder, "I'm gonna take a break, Cerv. Boss is calling."
The odd creature would have objected, if he wasn't trying to fill even more orders now.
The mouse padded over to where Tristan was seated. "Is he alright in there?"
"Why don't you listen for yourself?" Tristan pulled apart some of his shirt, letting the stretched white pelt be exposed, an invitation to the mouse. He smirked, watching the expression of the mouse, and how his partner seemed to have more arms than he should in order to keep the orders flowing smoothly.
Ploro kneeled, and pressed one of his cup shaped ears to the warm, shifting belly, and blushed deeply, closing his eyes as soft moans, wet squelches, and gulps sounded from within. Biting his lip, he looked back up at the lordly hare.
Tristan answered the unasked question, "Well, my little stinky was hungry, so I got him a wolf to tide him over for the trip home. He seems to be savoring him well." The belly moaned audibly, the rocking back and forth getting faster, before finishing up... though the swallows kept up, getting faster now. "Thanks again for the help, Ploro. I could have caught him by myself... but that wouldn't have been nearly as fun."
The mouse slowly grinned, "Yes, sir."
As the sun began to set in the west, customers came less and less often, only a few of the items left out on the counter. Tristan had scooted his chair forward, and was watching the merchandise as the mouse and the sergal took a break together. An old raccoon woman came up to the booth, looking over the meager items. "Good evening miss."
"Good evening. " She replied politely, looking over what was there.
"We don't have much merchandise left, as you can see." The hare smiled softly. "There was a rush earlier today."
"Will you have more to sell again soon?" She asked, looking about to head along home, while still vaguely interested.
"Not for a while, no." Tristan stroked his belly slowly, a muffled belch sounding within.
The raccoon woman looked confused, and padded off. As she left, the sergal came back to the front of the booth, slowly slurping a mouse tail down into his muzzle like a slowly wiggling noodle, "Mmm... well, today was eventful."
Tristan let out a green belch, the air the skunk had released inside moments earlier, "Ooh... yes. Yes it was." He reached over to rub the bulge Ploro made in his partner, "How often does he spend the night in you?"
"Not often enough, sir." The sergal grinned broadly.
Tristan smirked, "Good answer."
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