Of Skunks and Fantasies
Of Skunks and Fantasies
"So, what would N-H-4, C-O-3 be then, class?" The professor asked, provoking a tired, monotonous response of "Ammonium Carbonate" from the students.
I myself didn't join them. I was far too exhausted, and far too depressed, to care about nomenclature. It was only the third week of college, and already I missed my friends. Stephen and Jeff were off to their own respective colleges, the nearest of which was three states away. David was off somewhere in Greece, traveling with his parents. George was working at Pizza Palace, just content to be out living alone, and Kevin had started up a bike shop with a friend and his father. And me? I'm in college myself, working on an English degree.
It's hard work, to be sure, and I'm not sure I'll keep as high a grade as I had in high school, but I'm surviving. I had made two good friends here, albeit ones who didn't know certain . . . "facts" about myself, and overall I could at least be content with my life.
I sighed a little. The class was dragging on, to be sure. After this, I was going to back to my room, my thankfully private room to relax for an hour before lunch. I was eager to get out of there. My bladder was getting fuller by the second, and I couldn't afford to miss any of class. My chemistry wasn't exactly up to snuff as it was. Plus, it was against my personal rules to wear my diapers outside of my room. It made for a very awkward situation for me, to say the least. I pressed my legs together and tried to focus on the professor, but she sounded far-off to me, as though she came from a different world. I watched the clock, seeing the minute hand edge closer and closer to the twelve.
Almost there, I thought.Just a little more!
"Oh, that's it. That's all the time for today, I guess. Go enjoy your weekend! But remember, there's a test on Monday!" The professor grinned at that last, while most of the students groaned. I did neither. I dashed out of there as fast as my legs could carry me. I needed to piss--badly, and I'd be damned if I'd wait any longer to do it. I ran past the bathroom--after all, I hadn't used a toilet in almost three years.
My dorm room at Moyer Hall was fairly big even considering how many students lived in it. I sprinted past several of the vacant rooms on the third floor on the way to 318--mine, at the end. I fumbled with a minute for the keys, but then I had the door opened and was safely in my room.
It was a mess, I can't lie. I had ramen wrappers lying in piles at the end of my bed. My books and video games were haphazardly strewn about the room. My curtains, closed--as they always were, were covered in a thick film of . . . something, and my clothes were on the empty bed across from mine. It looked, in short, like the average college dorm room. But of course, mine was different.
In the bottom two drawers of my dresser by my bed, normally kept closed with my trunk pressed up against it, were my adult diapers, folded in little rows, with about twenty in each drawer. I normally sent away for more once every few months, as I could make each one last for days at a time. They were the thickest, most absorbent diaper I had ever had, and one I only discovered a week before I left for college. I wore them whenever I was alone in my room, and when I slept. I only threw them away after I shat in a new one because, though I was aware of the stink they made, I liked to sleep with a heavily used, bundled up diaper beside me. I liked to cuddle up beside it and liked to pretend it was my stinky lover.
I slammed the door behind me and pried open the bottom drawer, taking out the two-day old diaper at the bottom. I ripped off all of my clothes and slammed it onto my bed, open. I sat down on it immediately, and pulled it up over my crotch, taping it in place. I got onto the floor, onto my knees, and finally was able to release.
The fabric, though already sustaining multiple wettings, was nonetheless able to take what I was able to give it right then and there. I smiled as I felt the warmth spread across my crotch, replacing the coldness heavily wetted diapers seem to take on. I reached up, and put my thumb into my mouth as I pissed myself, sucking on it and reminding myself how much of a baby I was being.
You're such a little baby-skunk, I thought. Eighteen years old and still pissing yourself like a baby? You should be ashamed of yourself, you little brat! As the stream died down, I reached my other paw down to my crotch and started rubbing, feeling my dick harden as I rubbed, the knowledge of what I was doing only serving to increase my pleasure. But then . . .
I felt my stomach growl as I realized I needed to shit. Delicious thoughts entered my mind. I hadn't eaten shit for almost a month by then, and I was starting to crave it again. At least, my dick was. I gave it another rub as thanks for the idea, before bracing myself against the floor and sticking my ass into the air. There was no way I would back out of that. I was going to shit myself, and then, I was going to eat it. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and pushed.
The diaper swelled a little as I slowly began to fill it--hot, steamy turds slithering out of my ass and pressing against the fabric. I shuddered a little and put my thumb back into my mouth again. You're really a baby now, Johnny. You're shitting yourself juuuust like a baby. Does the little baby need a bottle? Or does he just need a good, solid spanking? Those thoughts spurred me on. I grunted and pushed harder, and gasped as the last turd all but shot out of my ass. I panted, simultaneously pleased and disgusted with myself as I lied back on the floor and just relaxed, relishing the feeling of a warm crotch and a loaded diaper. I put my paw down on my crotch and humped into my hand a bit. But I stopped before I climaxed. I knew when I was going to climax.
I untaped the sides and slid the diaper out from under me. When it was clear, I turned around and got onto my belly, eager to eat my disgusting brown dinner. With trembling paws, I lifted the crotch of the diaper, ready to see how badly I'd had to shit.
The back half of the diaper was stained light-brown; it had clung to almost the whole half. I inhaled, the smell of the warm, fresh shit hitting me like a wall. I smelled it several times, each one bringing me closer and closer to the waste before me. But I stopped myself. If I was going to eat such a grand meal, I reasoned, I was going to need something to drink first--to cleanse the pallet. I spied my drink on the other side of the diaper.
I spun the diaper on its back until the (relatively) clean side of it was facing me. The padding there was deep yellow, filled to capacity with skunk piss. I loved doing what I was about to do, and I sure as Hell did it often. I pressed my lips against the sopping wet padding and sucked. Lukewarm urine rushed into my mouth, prompting me to close my eyes and imagine I was being forced to do this, imagine it was someone--David!--forcing me to suck his piss out of his used diaper. That got my dick throbbing hard as could be.
Suck it, diaper-fag! I heard David say in that warm, lightly southern drawl of his. It was authoritative--his demands could not be ignored. I sucked, drawing the tangy piss into the far-reaching corners of my mouth. Suck it, worthless piece of shit! And I sucked, imagining I could feel his paws rubbing down my ass, squeezing gently, treating me like a piece of meat. Come on, you whore! I know you like your daddy's piss. So stop fucking stalling! And I sucked, imagining that he was slapping my ass. I sucked, sucked until there was nothing left in the diaper--nothing left in David's diaper.
I couldn't take it anymore. I turned it back around--back to the side with that mouth-watering shit, and I dived in. I shoved my face into that stinking pile of skunk manure, picturing in my mind how I must have looked--a fat skunk, naked and alone, in his room with his face buried in a diaper he just shat in, with the biggest erection he'd had in a while. I felt the shit cling to my fur, turning it brown, and when I opened my mouth and took a lick of the gritty dung pressed against my face, the shit clung there too. I swallowed. It was better than candy.
I scrambled up to my feet with the diaper still stuck firmly to my face. I walked over to the floor-length mirror by the window, stroking my meat as I walked, and, turning slightly to the side, I gazed out through the leg-hole and caught the image of myself. And David's voice was there again, taunting me.
You look like such a fuckin' freak there, Stinker. Beating off with my dirty diaper on your face, how fuckin' pathetic. Well? Come on. Show us that pretty brown face of yours! I obeyed my imaginary daddy and peeled the diaper off of my face. When I looked in the mirror, the mage there made me moan. I looked like I had just bobbed for turds in a toilet full of raw sewage. There was no place left on my face that wasn't brown. I looked more like a weasel than a skunk. I held up the diaper beside my face so I could see them both. I moved the paw around my dick to my face, and scraped off a large portion of shit, which I very soon stuck into my mouth, chewing through the bitter shit, letting it coat my mouth with as much filth as it could. I sucked my fingers, and my paw, clean.
I looked in the mirror again, and grabbed more shit, bringing it again to my mouth and again munching it until it was gone. All the while, I pictured David behind me, berating me. Eat my shit, you worthless diaper faggot! You should fucking thank me! You're not worth enough to even smell my shit, let alone eat_it! You better be fucking thankful!_
I adopted the most juvenile, submissive voice I could as I sucked my fingers clean of shit. "Tankies, Daddy," I said softly, "for lettin' me eat yow poopoo. It's yummy-yum!" I felt so pathetic then, talking baby-talk to someone who wasn't even there, thanking him for letting me eat his shit. But it made me feel so horny, I didn't care how much of a loser I was.
Your little dick looks so happy, fucktoy. I think you should give it a little attention, don't you? I said nothing. I just lowered the diaper down a bit until it was drooped underneath my pulsing skunk rod. I breathed in deeply, before closing the dirty diaper around my dick.
I gasped, as I usually do when doing scatplay. I could feel the grit of the undigested bits of food grating up and down my shaft. My breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps as I began pumping myself furiously, dropping to my knees, still staring at myself in the mirror.
Yeah, shitfag, fuck that diaper. That's the only action anyone like you's gonna get! I whined as I stroked with my left paw, my right edging down to my tail-hole, rubbing softly against my messy hole. I slid my middle finger into my shithole, moaning as I felt my waste coat it. I left it in there for a second, enjoying the feeling, imagining it was David there fucking me, treating me like his whore, his own private shitslut.
I'm gonna show you what I do to stinky little skunks like you, little worthless sissy boys like you! I rammed my finger into myself to the last knuckle, shuddering as I felt my warm ass close in around it. I pumped my dick even harder then, and little bits of shit flew out of the end of the diaper, a few of them splattering against the mirror. I closed my eyes, losing myself in my fantasy:
David shoved me against the mirror, his breath fogging up the glass just next to my neck. Fuckin' tight, boy. Gonna have to fix that! He slapped my ass and squeezed.
"Thank you, d-daddy." I stroked myself harder as he fucked me, steaming up the glass myself.
He spat on my face. Fuckin' useless bitch. Did I fuckin' tell you to talk to me? I felt a stronger push, and an even stronger punch in the side. Teach you to talk to me? What the fuck do you think you are? A person? You're lower than that, Stinker. You ain't nothing more than a pile of shit . . . No, you're less than that. I just insulted piles of shit. You're nothing, Stinker. Don't even know why I'm wasting my time!
He shoved me roughly to the floor and pulled my hands up behind my back. Uh-uh. You're not using your paws. You hump that shit! I complied, bucking my hips into the diaper, into the filth that rested in it. I humped even harder when David thrust into my shitty ass. Can't believe I'm fuckin' you, he said, with your shit on my dick. There're so many better screws than you around here! You're fat, ugly, and you stink worse than the shit you're humping! He smacked the back of my head.Milk my dick! If I'm doing you the honor of fucking you, then squeeze my cock like a good little whore!
I whined again and clenched my ass, earning me a growl of approval from my cruel daddy. He still ripped his dick from my ass and rammed it back into me. The sludge from the diaper squelched as I was fucked into it again and again. I found myself resting on my chest while David used me. I scraped as much of the shit left on my face as I could and ate it all, hungrier than I'd ever been, eager to please my daddy, eager to be a good skunk condom for him.
Hahahaha! He laughed. That's good, shit-eater! Get it all! I want my shit in your mouth! I want it all in your stomach! He wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezed me, pulling me towards him and away from him even as he was thrusting into me, getting me deeper--harder. I cried out and he hit me again. Quiet, bitch. You think I want anyone knowing who I'm fucking? Uh-uh. If anyone knows I'm screwing a Goddam toilet-skunk like you, they'd think I'm_like you._ He spit on me. I whined, his saliva dripping down my neck. And Stinker, I ain't even one bit like you.
He fell on top of me, driving me into the floor as he started humping harder and faster. I felt my ass--now sore from all the clenching I was told to do--jiggle with the motion. It hurt, him fucking me like that. But he didn't care. Neither did I. I just lay there, letting him use me, letting him make me the bitch that deep down I knew I was. He grabbed my arms and held them out to my sides and lay on top of me, breathing dirty, obscene things into my ear. I responded only with whimpers and occasional "yes, Daddy"s. I knew my place.
He soon stopped talking to me--insulting me, that is--as he concentrated on not cumming, on lasting as long as possible while he bucked into my fat ass. I just lay there, feebly humping the diaper now full of damp, clingy dog shit, as I felt myself reaching the top.
Oh . . . sh-shit. Oh f-fucking SHIIIIIT! David cried out as he pumped my bowels full of hot, creamy dog jizz, painting my insides with his musky semen, marking me as the whore we both knew I was. He thrust violently into me with each shot, eliciting cries of pain from me, rewarded only with canine howls. He moved his panting face up to my neck and bit me, latching onto me as he moaned and shot his last few spurts into my ass.
He remained on top of me for a few moments, before pulling roughly out of me and standing up. I whined as he left me, feeling my gaping asshole drip his seed out of me, feeling it run down my crack and pooling on the floor. I moved my hands down to the diaper below me, holding it as I humped feebly into it, eager to cum. I looked, and felt, like a freak then, but neither I nor my cock cared at that point.
Fucking Christ, Stinker. You still haven't cum yet? I gave you my shit to eat and jerk with, gave you a better fucking than you deserved, and came up your worthless ass, and you ain't fuckin' done yet? I started to protest, but he cut me off with a stomp on my back. I cried out. You shut the fuck up. Whores don't get to talk. You just lie there and fuck that dirty diaper, Stinker. Cum into it like a good diaper baby. I'm getting the fuck out of here, before I'm tempted to put you out of your misery. . . but first . . .
I felt a warm stream hit my back as I humped my daddy's diaper. It coated my fur and seeped into my skin. I whimpered, feeling defeated. He arced the stream up and covered my face, the aromatic piss dripping into my nose. I opened my mouth slightly, hoping to drink a little of what David could provide. He must have saw me, though, as he lingered there, giving me the only drink a toilet whore like me could ever expect. I relished every sip.
It was enough. My hot brown meal, the savage butt-fucking, the taunts, and the piss were all too much to take together. "I'm a poopy toilet bitch!" I called out as I finally came, my spooge squirting out like a rocket, splattering the shitty seat of the diaper. I heard David laugh at me as I came, laughing at the skunk freak that got his rocks off jerking with messy diapers. He put one foot on my ass cheek and moved it to the side, to get a good look at my cummy tailhole. I felt more of his jizz seep out of my ass as my orgasm died down. I was a slut for my daddy. I was happy . . .
I opened my eyes as I finished my orgasm. The room was dark. I lay there for a few minutes--too weak to move--before slowly sliding up into a kneeling position. There was, of course, no David. He hadn't fucked me, hadn't said those dirty, erotic things to me, and hadn't used me as his toilet. David was in Greece, and would be for quite a while longer. My fantasy was just that--a fantasy.
I felt the shit that had dried on my face. I stood over the waste basket in the corner and scratched it off. I did the same to my crotch after the foulness there had dried. The diaper I just rolled up and threw in the basket; I didn't feel like keeping it. Once I was as shit-free as I could be (though I still stunk like a pig's outhouse; I'd just shower in a little while) I sat on the edge of my bed and looked down at my feet. I stayed that way for quite a few minutes.
Of all of my friends back home, I had always felt closer to David than any of the others--though it made me feel guilty to admit it. I didn't know him the longest (I knew Jeff far longer than he) but he was the one I had first admitted my diaper, scat, and watersports fetishes to. He took the news well enough; actually, later that same day we diapered each other and cuddled for an hour and a half. I just felt comfortable to be around him, more so than any of the others.
He saved me from bullies when I was sixteen. He successfully beat up both of them and was suspended for a week--nearly expelled. For that entire week, my other friends and I went to his house after school to keep him up-to-date with his homework. I stayed behind most nights and hung out with him, eventually culminating in the two of us sleeping together, his arm draped over me protectively. I loved him in every sense of the word--as a friend, a brother, and a lover. He was my special sheppy, and I wanted to be with him forever.
Of course, I also loved my other friends. I was also in love with my other friends. But once in a while I felt like I wanted David for myself and only for myself. But I stifled those thoughts. I loved my friends, and they loved me. But they also loved David, and he loved them. I knew I could never have him all to myself. I smiled. I really did love them all, no matter how much I loved David by himself. I wanted to be with them all again; I missed them.
I grabbed the towel hanging from a hook by the door and wrapped it around myself. Just before I headed out the door, I stopped. To my right, sitting at the back of my desk, was a picture in a gold frame, depicting the six of us sitting on the couch at Kevin's house. We had our arms around each other, and we were all smiling. I felt my chest heave; I missed them. God, I missed them.