Drunk As a Skunk
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Drunk As a Skunk
By: Jizzal
For: MauserFox
"C'mon Todd, you're not going to have a good time if you keep on sulking at the bar all night," A somewhat annoyed, and effeminate male feline sighed out; his voice was still heard even though the fast paced music was booming the entire bar.
The Todd that the cat was speaking to gave out a soft groan and sat up, fixing his slumping posture before turning around on the bar stool to look at his friend. The fox looked up and down the feline, who didn't hold back on "Dressing" out this night, wearing a tight shirt and jeans that would probably fit a twelve year old girl, but that wasn't out of place in their current location. It was a gay bar after all, but the vulpine didn't seem to be having the best of times, though he had put his 3rd drink into his system already.
"Eh, sorry, just...you know how I am in places like this," Todd paused, and let out a deep sigh. "I'm just shy is all...I don't think anyone is interested in me."
The feline sighed and shook his head, "Oh come on, there's lots of guys here, and I've seen you get a few looks..."
This changed things; the fox perked his ears and looked to his friend, "Really? Like who?"
"Well..." the scantily clad cat trailed off, his green eyes looked from side to side as he tried to find someone he knew would get Todd's attention, and probably help him to have a good time. Luckily for the cat, there was a tall, handsome skunk sitting a few seats to the fox's right. The unknown, monochrome male grinned and gave a nod to the cat, as if he had been listening the entire time.
The feline giggled, and gestured to the skunk, "I saw that guy giving you a few looks...why not go talk to him?" He said, his tail swishing idly.
Todd saw that tail swish, that was a sign that the cat was meddling too much in other's affairs, so he decided to end it right there and nodded. "Alright, you're right, I'll go and talk to him, ok? You just go out and worry about your own cute butt, ok?" The fox said with a chuckle, trying not to just say what was really on his mind, which was, "QUIT WORRYING ABOUT ME CAT!" Though he knew his friend meant well.
"Heheh, alright then, I will, you know where to find meee!" The feline meeped, and blushed heavily as a large, muscular doberman felt up his cute butt. The handsome canine grinned and leaned down to nuzzle the cat's cheek, "C'mon cutie, you promised me another dance..." the dog said slyly. The fox just chuckled. He could tell how his friend's night was going to end: tied to that dog's cock.
Todd waved to the two as they walked back to the dance floor, disappearing into a sea of other males and flashing lights as another song started. He sighed and turned back around, about ready to get another drink...he really wasn't in a flirty mood, but company would have been nice. Before he could request his next drink, the skunk he saw only a few moments ago was now sitting next to him, and resting a paw down on the bar top.
"I'll buy his next drink, bring me one too will ya?" The skunk said, giving a little chuckle before his gaze went to the startled fox next to him. His cocky grin, and confident disposition made the vulpine blush under his orange fur; he wasn't used to someone else buying him booze, especially not some strange, attractive skunk.
"I...er...I..." Todd tried to speak, but all of his words were jumbled.
The skunk just smiled and offered a paw, "I'm Cliff, nice to meet you."
"T-Todd...Todd," The fox finally managed his name and took the paw, giving it a gentle squeeze and a shake, looking up at the mephit's gaze. There was a little glisten in the skunk's eyes, and something about that grin made the fox feel...blushy, though he was always shy around new people.
"Heh, that's a cute name, so what brings you out here tonight? Your friend wanted to go out and said you should tag along?" The skunk was assuming from what he saw, but he was completely right.
"Y-Yeah, sorry, not used to going out like this..." The fox responded, a little surprised the skunk could tell that much, but he assumed he was sticking out like a sulking fox in a gay bar. The bartender put down two glasses in front of the two, taking the fox's empty glass before he went back to the sink and other customers.
"Thanks for the drink though," Todd finally said, his tail giving a little wag. "So...Cliff, tell me a little about yourself..." The skunk grinned, and took a sip.
The two spoke for quite some time, opening up to one another easily enough, especially the fox. That Cliff knew how to talk to guys just right; the fox was nearly putty in his paws. He kept on buying the two of them drinks however, they were losing count, and they were getting tipsy faster and faster by the minute.
"Heheheheh, you're such a funny skunk Cliff," Todd said with a giggle, his words lightly slurred, but it sounded cute to his new, plastered skunk friend.
"I try, though...it's always easier with a cute fox," The mephit replied, still giving that cocky smirk even though it was clear he was nearing his limit. Those words of course made the vulpine blush harder, though while he was blushing, the skunk leaned in close and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Todd didn't even manage a gasp, but he did manage to lean back up and kiss the larger male back, more intimately though since he gave Cliff's lips a soft lick before pulling back.
"Well now..." Cliff murred and flicked his large tail while reaching out to drag a dull claw under the fox's chin, making him nearly purr at the touch. "I'm going to go take a leak," the skunk remarked bluntly, though he chuckled and got up, still scratching under Todd's chin before he pulled back and turned around, taking a step in the direction on the bathroom before he looked back and gave an alluring wink. "I'll only be a sec...though I'm sure you have to go too," He murred out and made his way to the bathroom, leaving the fox on the stool.
Todd didn't really have to relieve himself, but he figured he could force it out. As soon as he stood up though, he had an idea of why Cliff would invite him to the restroom...probably for a bit more privacy. Still unsure of how things were going to turn out, he decides to follow, a light spring in his step as he presses his way into the bathroom, padding after the skunk.
His ears flicked, as the music was barely audible in the bathroom, though he could hear someone, no doubt the skunk he was after. After sneaking his way to the urinal, stumbling only slightly before he stood next to Cliff, who had his pants around his ankles, and gave a somewhat crass belch. The air was lined with a nice scent of booze, though the fox gave a coy giggle and sighed happily as he got to work.
Cliff looked over at Todd and chuckled at the blushing fox, though he reached over and gave him a nice grope before he gave himself a shake, pulled up his pants (forgetting to fasten his belt though) and made his way to the sink. It took Todd a few moments to register he was just felt up, but he only giggled again and shook his head before getting zipped back up. Todd looked over at the skunk washing his paws, noticing his pants nearly hanging off his ass, but he just giggled again and walked over next to him, washing up.
"Heheh, your pants are...falling..." The fox murmured, his eyes giving a sleepy look. Cliff just shrugged it off and turned to fox that was still washing his paws, sizing him up with a goofy grin on his muzzle.
Todd struggled to turn off the water handle, but he didn't realize that the other male was sizing him up. It was only until now that Cliff got a really good look at the cute, slim fox. The bushy tail was slowly wagging, and the adorable look on his orange and white muzzle that clearly stated, "I've had a few!" His tight looking rump practically screamed "Grope me!" and his flicking ears with black tips begged to be touched, rubbed, like most foxes. He stood about half a foot, if not more shorter than the skunk himself, but all in all, he was an attractive little vulpine. Though he looked shy and timid, giving the impression he was a submissive type, which was more than tolerated by the large, well toned skunk. Cliff slowly reached out as Todd finally got the water off, giggling at himself.
"Well...that was...haaar-mrrphh..." The fox tried to speak, but the skunk had grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him close, pressing their lips together in a rather passionate, and lustful manner. Todd blushed heavily, though he gave a weak murmur into the mephit's mouth, even as the broad tongue slipped into his muzzle, tasting the interior while his own tongue slurps over Cliff's. The scent of booze filled the fox's nose as he caught a whiff of his friend's breath, it made him giggle a little more around the powerful tongue; it was almost a sweet smell that registered in his mind. He felt a pair of powerful, and forceful arms snake around him and hug him close as the kiss was held, lips mashing together in the heat of the moment. Cliff reached a paw down and took hold of Todd's rump, squeezing his left cheek tightly, exciting a squeak from the fox. The kiss was finally broken, and Todd was panting for breath against the handsome, forceful mephit, his muzzle dripped with shared saliva. There was another squeeze on his rump, finally hinting him of what Cliff no doubt wanted.
The big skunk leaned down and nibbled on Todd's left ear, sending a slight pang of pleasure through his body while he whispered lustfully to him.
"Mmm...fox butt...heh, lets get you out of those pants..." His words didn't sound slurred anymore, he seemed to be regaining control of himself.
Todd continued to blush, but he lightly pressed a paw against the imposing male's chest, giggling softly.
"I...I don't know...m-maybe we should jus-"
Before he could finish, Cliff interrupted him with another grope, and a growl. A frown slowly formed on the skunk's brow; clearly he didn't get the reaction he was looking for.
"Hmpm, your body says yes...so be a good little bitch and get out of those clothes and on all fours, like the well behaved fox you are." The skunk said, giving another squeeze to the fox's ass. His voice went from the sweet, seductive allure he had moments ago into a gruff, angry growl.
Todd began to feel nervous, even though he was still under the influence of alcohol, he wasn't feeling overly sexual. Or at least he -was- but that was before he was spoken down to. He would have mentally kicked himself if he realized it was his own fault that now he was in the arms of a horny, glaring skunk. And from the feel of things, Cliff was a -very- big guy; the bulge rubbing against the fox's stomach was growing and growing.
The nervous fox did his best to sound apologetic, "I-I'm not feeling it tonight...sorry Cliff, you're a sweet guy and all...but.."
"I don't think you heard me...I said get these fucking clothes off, fox!" Cliff retorted. The more Todd spoke, the more he could see the impatience growing in the skunk's eyes.
Enough was enough; he was going to have to be blunt. Mustering up what strength he had, the fox placed both of his paws on the skunk's chest and tried to push, even getting so bold as to sink his claws into his chest; not that they did him any good.
"No...I'm not going to do something like this, in a bathroom of all places..." The vulpine said timidly, but he managed his own little growl. All it did was anger the mephit further, so brought his paws back up to Todd's shoulders and griped them hard before he gave a shove, sending the fox backwards with a loud ripping noise. The vulpine's claws ripped through the skunk's shirt, leaving a few lines where his paws where, but poor Todd felt flat on his back with a thud on the thankfully clean bathroom floor.
"Wrong answer fox, you're gonna give it up to me, I know a bottom when I see one." Cliff gave a wicked smirk and took off his torn shirt, his mind not even registering that it was ruined. He looked down at Todd who was trying to scoot away, but the skunk was standing between him in the door. With a paw rubbing the back of his head, the disoriented fox was still trying to find someway out of his current predicament. Every time he looked up at the skunk a chill went down his spine. There was a pain in his head, but the booze diluted most of it, the fox was still scared. No, he was terrified.
"N-No! I'm not doing this! Get away y...y..you psycho!" Todd whined and brought up his right leg, getting ready to kick the skunk should he get closer.
Cliff only chuckled and kicked off his shoes, and his socks, looking down at the frightened, quivering fox. It even looked like he was going to defend himself, cute, but the skunk knew he was going to get what he wanted. His pants slid down to his ankles once more while he was eying up the vulpine while he backed himself up against the wall. There was another chuckle before the skunk slid off his boxers as well, revealing his thick, swollen sheath, and his heavy, full scrotum; all covered in musky black fur. The sight was still arousing to Todd of course; Cliff was one hell of a skunk. So fit, trim, it was clear he took good care of himself, but that didn't matter, there was no way that Todd would ever agree to getting humped in a bathroom at a gay bar by some guy that was sweet and flirty at one second, and aggressive at the next.
The skunk didn't respond, he bend down and reached into his pants pocket, pulled something out and put it in his teeth. It was a wrapped condom. Todd felt his heart sink, though he remained ready to defend himself as the naked skunk lightly staggered his way over; all the adrenaline going through the fox's mind, he had forgotten that Cliff had several drinks going through his system. He hoped he could use that against the imposing skunk, and with a loud growl he kicked at the mephit's leg as soon as it was in reach.
"I said get away!" Todd barked out, though much to his surprise, his attack was caught, and now his ankle was in the grasp of the quick reacting skunk. Buzzed, or drunk, or whatever; Cliff was still in charge.
"I thought I told you to get naked -fox-..." Each time he muttered that word, it made the fox in question shiver, and nearly whimper. With a harsh tug, Cliff yanked Todd closer, causing him to hit his head on the floor with his feet in the air. Not wasting any time, the skunk began to undress the now more dazed fix, starting with his shoes, and working his way up to his pants.
There was a weak groan from the vulpine as the pain in the back of his head intensified, and he wondered why he saw clothing getting tossed aside; looked a lot like the clothes he was wearing. By the time Cliff was working off Todd's shirt, he began to regain composure, and started to squirm against the mephit in protest, but it was too late to keep the skunk from tearing his shirt clean off, leaving the two of them naked on the bathroom floor; the fox on his back and the skunk kneeling before him.
"There we go...heh, you're a hot little thing aren't you Todd? You should be lucky..."
"L-Lucky?! I said get the hell away from me!" The fox whined and started to put more energy into his struggles. He tried squirming away a few inches, but Cliff quickly stopped him and managed to flip the fox over onto his stomach, after which the big skunk sat down hard on the vulpine's back. Todd winced and closed his eyes, his ears caught the sound of plastic being played with, probably the skunk's condom wrapper. Barely able to draw in full breaths, the fox tried to squirm free from under the bigger male, who from the sound of things was getting irritated.
Cliff was working his hardest to free the condom, silently cursing at the ones who had the gall to make a wrapper so...confusing. Though he was neglecting the fact he was more than just a little bit tipsy. With dissatisfied groan, the skunk tossed the condom behind him, chuckling.
"Fuck it, I don't care if it's dirty, I'm sure a little bitch like you keeps his ass clean in hopes of bumping into guys like me." The skunk chuckled and ran a paw down the back of the fox's head, exciting another whine and wiggle from his pinned 'playmate.'
Todd started to breathe heavily, his heart was booming so fast in his chest he was sure he heard, even over the lewd chuckling from above. He felt something hard, and warm pressing against the base of his tail while Cliff began to shift his weight, but he kept a paw down on the fox's head while he got into just the right position. Todd's eyes widened as that same hard and warm thing was now pressing underneath his tail, applying pressure to his tight, pink pucker. The fox grit his teeth and clenched down hard, trying to deny access to the skunk while a little tear went down his cheek. Cliff only chuckled and reared his hips back, sliding his paws down to keep the fox pinned by his shoulders before he gave a mighty thrust. His erected shaft penetrated the tight hole, and a loud yelp echoed in the bathroom. The music outside was so loud that no one could hear it. And if someone by chance would walk into the bathroom, it was already too late; Todd was being raped.
Cliff moaned out happily as his thick penis wedge itself all the way through the fox's anus, hearing him whine under the skunk as his ass was assaulted. He grinned and wiggled his hips teasingly, shaking his cock around in Todd's flexing hole, feeling him squirm once more underneath the large, dominate male; though he wasn't going to get away now. With a happy sigh, the mephit slowly eased himself back, withdrawing his member halfway from the unwilling vulpine's rump, only to thrust back in with more force; exciting another yelp and a whimper from Todd. Cliff started to moan louder, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the fox's bowels, though his ears perked when he heard a faint, yet still audible squish, as well as something warm and sticky on his member.
The skunk paused for a moment and shook himself inside of the fox's rump, causing another whimper and groan from the poor vulpine.
"Heh, guess you weren't so clean...no matter, makes things easier..."
"S-Stop it...it hurts..." Todd whined, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as the skunk continued to have his way with him.
With a few more tears going down his face, and his slightly muddled mind trying to block out what was going on, Todd closed his eyes and tried to cling his paws to the tilted floor. Each time the thick shaft plunged into his rump, the more it made him want to get out from underneath the horny skunk. He could feel, and smell the hot, booze-lined breath hitting the back of his head each time Cliff moaned out in delight. The fox began to moan as well, against his wishes, though the skunk's cock was rubbing over his prostate repeatedly, forcing the vulpine's arousal to grow against the bathroom floor, pinned against his stomach. Todd felt the breathing get harder and harder against the back of his head, and things gradually sped up. The sharp pains of his rump being stretched continued to make him whimper, even though his body was begging for more.
The fox's sore rump continued to ripple and squeeze around the invading dick each time, stimulating the skunk's cock, coaxing him to release his clear pre cum against the anal walls, acting as natural lubricant; making things a -little- easier on the abused tail hole. He could tell that Cliff was getting close, and soon the skunk was humping so hard his balls were slapping against Todd's each time he'd thrust in, a look of pure lust in his eyes. The onslaught continued, and it was clear that Cliff was getting closer to climax, and he was starting to slow down; this gave the fox a small window of opportunity. He mustered up what strength he had left and started to squirm once more, but the skunk's grip was still strong enough to keep him down, though Todd was determined; he couldn't just lay there and let this happen. His ears splayed back and his footpaws started to scratch along the floor, though Cliff ignored his struggles.
"Heh...you're a feisty spooge dumpster..." The skunk grinned and gave a hard thrust, as if threatening to split the fox. It felt like he was going to.
"G-Get off!" Todd finally sobbed, sniffling and trying to thrash around, he had enough, though Cliff wasn't finished yet.
The skunk's dick was throbbing heavily, as was his sac while he ignored the pleas and struggles, roughly easing himself closer to the edge; he felt ready to pop! Cliff felt his lower jaw quiver before he gave a loud moan, opening his mouth as his arousal perked, but at the same time Todd swing his head backwards, attempting to head butt the skunk clean on his nose. Oddly enough the results surprised both of them. Cliff's cock pulsated and released a thick blast of skunk semen into the now sticky, and abuse innards of the fox, but at the same time he discovered something lodged in his jaws; the fox's head. He was still enjoying his afterglow, but Todd's entire head was bulging out his cheeks, and his lips were sealed around the confused fox's neck; like a snug, slimy collar. Maybe he had too much to drink, or maybe his body was just reacting to having something, or rather someone, crammed into his mouth. Cliff ran his large, yet agile tongue over the fox's fur, murmuring something around his head as he soaked in his flavor, it was...incredible! He wanted more, so he kept the vulpine under him, too contented to taunt him now that his taste buds were being treated to the incredible flavors.
Todd was confused, and tried to figure out what happened, and why he was being coated in saliva as well as surrounded by the heavy scent of booze; on top of that, things were dark. The tight, fleshy chamber that was wrapped around his head made him feel even more worried than getting raped, unable to tell that the skunk had came since he was still giving a few humps while his tongue curled around the fox's head. If he hadn't been so shaken up, and still feeling buzzed, the vulpine could have figured out what had happened the second it did, but he found out a second too late as the back of his head was pressed against the entrance to Cliff's throat. Once again, the two of them where surprised as the skunk's muscles relaxed, and Todd gave another squirm, but it pushed his head into the relaxed tube of flesh. The slimy walls gripped down over him, and out of reflex Cliff took a loud gulp, and eased the fox's head down into his throat, bringing his shoulders into his mouth. The skunk paused, and felt the bulge in his neck, even as the fox started to try and struggle more, but the new feeling was...phenomenal; Cliff grinned around Todd's shoulders, and gripped the fox by his waist, giving him a tug upwards as he took another mighty swallow. His throat stretched, as did his jaws, and his grin grew wider. Things were getting to be even more interesting than they were already.
Cliff took pulled his hips back now that he was done with the fox's ass; he was more interested in the rest of him anyway. The feeling of him wiggling in his throat, the muffled groans, knowing now his...his -prey- was in his grasp, it all gave him a sort of predatory rush. He was already dominant, but with his jaws kneading over the helpless fox's chest, and his head slowly slipping down his throat was adding another level to things. And the fox tasted so good too, everything felt so right. The skunk's limp cock plopped on his thigh while he started to ease himself back up, taking Todd with him. Cliff's teeth combed through the delicious fur, feeling it practically melt in his mouth like cotton candy as he pulled up on the vulpine's waist, pinning his arms to the sides with his maw in the process. The big skunk slowly stood, feeling the fox's heels kicking against him as his footpaws felt for the floor, but throat contracted once more, and squeezed the tasty male deeper inside. Taking him further away from the bathroom floor.
Todd was frantic. He tried to open his muzzle to shout out for help, but the tight, muscular walls kept his mouth shut, only letting him manage out a few muffled noises from behind the skunk's flesh. With his arms bound to his sides now, he was getting scared and he was still trying to fathom the idea the skunk was devouring him alive. A trickle of Cliff's semen started to travel down the fox's leg, and though his rump was still sore, he didn't know to react to something like being stuffed down a greedy throat. All he could do was kick his legs, though he felt his lower body being raised to a higher angle, and his head pressed against a tight, muscular passage. Being disoriented, he couldn't tell what it was, though he hoped that it meant that now Cliff would have to bring him back up, but for some reason the skunk made no move to release his after sex-snack. Todd continued to struggle; trying to force himself back up as the walls of flesh kneaded all around him tightly. Much to his displeasure, the skunk relaxed his gullet, and the muscular ring began to stretch, giving the fox access to the next chamber; the stomach. Todd was quickly running out of energy however, while his legs weakly kicked and his paws balled into fists before they too disappeared past the hungry lips, along with his still erected shaft and hips.
"This can't be happening..."
With his head inside of the stomach, Todd was feeling light headed. Not only had all the blood rushed to his head by this point, though the stale air and exhaustion wasn't helping the fox either in his time of need. It was much hotter in the stomach than it was in the mouth, and his head was lowered down into a puddle of hot fluids that began to soak into his head. Todd could only imagine how things looked on the outside world as his thighs, knees, and soon his calves left the comfort of the cool air from the outside world, only to be crammed into the humid maw of the ravenous skunk. Cliff paused, and lowered his head back down, placing a paw on his stomach, feeling the weak wiggles from inside before he looked over at the mirrors above the sinks. All that was left of the cute fox he hit on and bought drinks for was his footpaws and a small portion of his tail. Most of the fight had left poor Todd, though his fate had been sealed shortly after the jaws closed around his head. The skunk relaxed his throat and simply let what was left of his meal slip down into the dark abyss below. Turning the fox into a mere bulge in his mid-section. Cliff held onto his stomach as it bulged out with Todd's form, a nice round shape on his once well-toned front. The feeling was incredible, and the squirms excited a loud belch from the big skunk; he could smell Todd on his breath now instead of just booze.
"Mmm...damn, heh, guess you had more than one...urp, purpose fox," Cliff groaned and rubbed over his belly. He felt so full, such wonderful feeling. It was clear sex worked up quite an appetite for the mephit.
Todd was quivering inside of the tight stomach; it only got tighter when more air was released. He was still panting heavily, and his paws were looking for a way out, but the passage he came down through had already shrunken down considerably, he wouldn't be able to escape through that way.
"L-Let me out! Gah...this isn't...LET ME OUT!!" The fox whined out, more desperate than before, but the skunk just chuckled again.
"Maybe if I drank more...I might puke you back up, but I have a feeling that I can keep you down better than booze..." Cliff murred and stroked over his gut, his large tail slowly swaying behind him as he admires the new addition to his form.
Before Todd could respond, there was a loud gurgle, catching him off guard so he only managed a soft yip, and a quiet slosh in the stomach fluids. The walls closed in tighter nearly squeezing what air left out of him and his fleshy prison. He was curled up tightly in a fetal position, his back now resting in the puddle of fluids; the scents were strong and acidic. There was no way he could last like this for much longer, and his entire world around him started to...fall? Cliff slumped down, giving a hic-up before he flopped on his back, his belly gurgling loudly as his snores began to echo all around the trapped fox. Unbelievable, the mephit passed out after he sodomized and ate Todd, who was having trouble staying awake. His eyes were closed, his body felt so weak, he was tingling all over, even burning in some places, and now the only person that could save him had fallen asleep. He gave out one last whimper as the hostile stomach gave another hard churn, and he slowly fell unconscious. Todd didn't realize he was lucky to be spared the horror of being digested while awake, though he was done for.
The cute fox really was Cliff's, in the most literal of ways.
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The next morning, Cliff slowly rose back up; the first thing he noticed was the pain in his head.
"Fuck...how much did I drink?" He asked himself and gradually made his way back on his footpaws, standing over the sink, using the counter to keep himself steady. He looked like he slept well, though his head fur was a mess and his crotch felt weird. The skunk looks down at his clothing and chuckles quietly.
"Well whatever...I got me some ass, who was it though..." he grumbled to himself, cursing his bad memory and the fact he decided to try and out drink that cute...fox.
"Oooh...heh, probably him, hmpm, don't see him now though..." The skunk yawned wide, not noticing just how wide he spread his jaws, so he smacks his lips and doesn't think much of it, giving his stomach a soft pat. There was a nice layer of pudge on his once nearly flawless stomach, leading him to question just how much -did- he drink? The new pudge wasn't all that bad once he got used to it, and he figured within a few days it would burn off.
The skunk rubs his face and scoops up his clothing, getting dressed at his leisure while he ponders why of all places he took the vulpine to the bathroom. He can't help but laugh, thinking he must have been really hammered, though he refrains from laughing too hard, it made his head hurt. As he was sliding on his shirt, he noticed it had some new tears, and now he's very curious to exactly what happened the previous night. The still unopened condom wrapper made him quick a brow, and the extra set of clothing just leaves him confused, he doesn't bother to look for a wallet or a set of keys. A part of him wondered if anyone walked in while he was entertaining his guest, but he shook his head with a smirk and flipped out his phone. Before he could see if he had Todd's number, there was a loud gurgle from the pit of his stomach, which made him clench his newfound pudge with his paw tightly.
"Ooh...damn, what did I eat?" He asked himself, looking in the mirror as he gave another soft belch, getting a slight taste of something, whatever it was, it was good, but now it wanted out of the big skunk's body.
Cliff lifted his tail and let out a foul blast of gas, chuckling to himself as he slowly staggered to the nearest stall, his paw already undoing the pants he put on only moments ago.
"Oh man, this is going to be good..." the skunk chuckled and plopped down on the toilet seat, letting out a contented sigh; at least he woke up somewhere with a bathroom close by.
Cliff let himself relax, he still felt groggy after all, and his head was still hurting as he tried to remember what exactly happened. There was another gurgle in the pit of his gut, and he let out a soft grunt as the pressure in his colon continued to build, almost too much at once, but he relaxes his rump and his anal muscles. His musky, pink anus slowly yawned open, revealing the head of a rather large, yet soft brown log of skunk shit. He grunted once more, nearly straining himself as the hot collection of digested food slowly slips its way from his ass, though instead of breaking, it dips into the water and touches the bottom of the porcelain bowl. The meaty log moves nice and slow, giving him a surprised tickle though as gas escapes around the foul waste. Cliff couldn't tell, but there were specs of white and orange, some undigested remains of the fox he doesn't recall devouring, all that really remains as evidence of his dirty deed. The mephit gritted down on his teeth and gave out a low growl before finally freeing himself of the first log, relaxing afterwards, panting heavily with a grin...that felt nice, but he was far from done.
He shifted himself on the seat, his bowels shifted as well and the next piece of crap was ready to be released. Cliff reached down and gripped the sides of the toilet as his ass was spread even more the second time, though the collection of shit felt much softer, and squeezed out in a nice steady pace; like a think pudding being squeezed out of a tube. He groaned out happily while he continued to expel the unwanted weight into the depths of the toilet. He paused though as he felt a sort of blockade in his rump, that wasn't normal, but he just applied more pressure. His ears splayed back and his let out a heavy groan, straining himself to pass whatever the hell it was wedged up his butt.
"Ahhh...damn..." He chuckled but with one last little push, the blockade was released. It felt like he just passed a bowling ball through his rump, but it felt incredibly rewarding at the same time. Cliff didn't bother to check what exactly it was, it happened to be a yellow stained skull that survived most of the digestion. Though it wasn't visible for long since after the blockage was gone, he was able to enjoy his dump peacefully once more, covering up the only real piece of Todd that remained.
With a relieved sigh, and another wet blast of gas, he finished off the rest of the foul substance, murring to himself quietly as he began to urinate, enjoying the afterglow of pushing such an amazing weight through his system, but he didn't think he'd be able to flush. The skunk gave himself a shake and stood, grabbing some paper and rubbing it gently over his tail hole, which felt incredibly sensitive, for good reason. With his ass cleaned, he tossed the soiled paper on top of the pile of steaming shit, surprised at how much he had in him.
"At least I have a lot of fiber in me..." Cliff chuckled and shook his head before he flushed, though only about a 1/3 of the waste made it down into the tubes. The skunk just groaned and rolled his eyes before he turned and left, still missing the canid-like skull buried in between the rank pile of mephit manure. He pulled his pants back up, and gave another yawn before washing his hands.
"Must have been one hell of a night..." he laughed once more, before splashing some water on his face, and padding back out into the bar. The cleaning crew was just arriving, and he couldn't help but have a smug grin as he pondered which one was going to clean up the toilet.