In the dead of night, A german shepherd by the name of Edward wandered through the stony, lantern-lit streets. There wasn’t a soul in sight, and the only sound one could hear was the distant cawing of crows. Edward walked at a brisk pace as he followed the winding side streets, eager to escape the gloomy atmosphere.

	Along the way he turned down a dark alley he wasn’t familiar with to shave some time off his journey. Just before he was able to walk out from the shadows, he was grabbed from behind and yanked back. He let out a yelp as the attacker forced him into a headlock. He wasn’t able to turn his head to see who it was, despite his struggles. His eyes went wide as the attacker produced an off-white rag and held it down over his snout. The cloth’s odor was so sharp and overpowering that it choked him up and made him feel nauseous. The mystery figure was surprisingly strong and was able to hold him in place while forcing him to breathe through the smelly cloth.

        The rag was nauseating, both in smell and texture. It was greasy and soaked in some sort of oil, which rubbed off and clung to the fur on his face. His naturally strong canine nose was overwhelmed with the stench of burning rubber and brimstone, his nasal passages burning like fire after one breath. His eyes welled up with tears and he coughed into the rag, having difficulty inhaling fully without being interrupted by a cough. He tried to call out for help, but his voice was muffled and hardly audible.

        Every second that Edward spent breathing through the putrid rag he grew weaker, and his eyelids began to lower as his strength waned. After a struggle that went on for about a minute, he went limp in the stranger’s arms, his eyes closed fully as he slipped into a deep sleep. The stranger stowed their rag away and lifted the shepherd into their arms, carrying him away into the night...

* * *

        Edward blinked his drowsy eyes open, glancing around at his surroundings as he woke from his slumber. The room was poorly lit, and it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

        The shepherd found himself bound spread-eagle atop a sturdy wooden table, about waist-high in height. While his head was free from its leather strap, his ankles and wrists were secured tightly in them. He was completely nude, stripped of all his clothes while he was unconscious. The alchemical devices and piles of notes and books strewn about indicated he was in a laboratory. Sitting a few feet away was a plague doctor, a male skunk, who was busy fiddling with some instruments from a toolset. He wore a distinctive beaked mask with reflective eye lenses, a brimmed hat, and a thick leather overcoat that extended below his knees. The only part of his body that was exposed was his sizable tail, which idly swished side to side. The black fur on it was in stark contrast to the dual white stripes that stretched across its length, a warning sign infamous of his species.

        “W-Who are you? What did you do with my clothes?” Edward asked, his voice trembling. The doctor turned to look at him then stood up from his chair, setting his tools down. He walked to him and stood at the tableside, his hands clasped together.

        “My name is Gabriel. I’m a physician, if you couldn’t tell by my attire.” He said. He spoke in a polite but cold tone. “Your clothes would have gotten in the way when I inspected your body. I removed them some time ago.”

        “You inspected my body?!” Edward asked, a biting feeling of violation washing over him.

        “Naturally. I need a reference point to compare the results of my experiments to.” He explained.

        “What the hell is going on?!” The dog asked, becoming increasingly unnerved and frantic. “Let me go! What kind of a doctor snatches people off the street?!”

        Gabriel cleared his throat, ignoring the questions. “Now that you’re awake, I would like to begin. I have important research to do, and you are a perfect candidate.” Edward began to hyperventilate, scanning the room for exits while pulling at his binds in futility.

        “Help! Somebody help me!” He cried, his voice echoing off the damp stone walls. Gabriel clicked his tongue at him.

        “There’s no use in doing that, nobody will hear you from down here.” Gabriel said. “Well, maybe another of my guests would. But they wouldn’t be able to help you anyway.” Edward could hear the smile in his voice, hidden behind his mask. He stared up at the doctor in terror, like a deer in the headlights. “Let’s begin, shall we?” Gabriel asked.

        While the canine thrashed and kicked in his binds, Gabriel walked to the head of the table. He faced away and lowered his pants below his butt, then lifted the back of his overcoat. Edward stared up at the skunk’s black-furred ass as it loomed over him, afraid of what he would do. His question was soon answered when Gabriel sat right upon his face, wedging the man’s snout between his ass cheeks. Edward’s eyes went wide and he let out a cry of protest, but the sound was muffled beneath the soft mounds of flesh that encased his face. The doctor dropped his coat, allowing it to fall around the dog’s head and trap it in a sort of dutch oven.

        To say that Gabriel’s ass was musky would be an understatement. The natural stench of a skunk was strong on its own, but the stench between their cheeks made it pale in comparison. The doctor’s heavy garments were nearly air-tight and made for a swampy atmosphere around his butt, earning several coughs from Edward as he suffered in the humid, smelly air. He groaned in disgust and humiliation, but was wise enough not to open his mouth to protest in such a position.

        “To start off, a potent dose of stink must be administered to the patient. Of course, I have a natural talent for that.” Gabriel said. His gut let out a menacing grumble and he released a loud, bubbly fart into the canine’s face. The stench of digested meat and vegetables flooded Edward’s nose and he grimaced, but was unable to escape from it. He was thrown into an uncontrollable coughing fit, forcing him to choke down small amounts of the fart-tainted air between coughs to get any in at all. With hardly any airflow beneath the skunk’s coat, every bad smell accumulated into a festering stew.

        Gabriel ground his ass against the male’s face, using his nose and lips to floss between his plump asscheeks. He let out a wet fart, doubling the concentration of the skunky gut-smells trapped beneath his coat. Edward took in labored breaths, his throat and nose burning heavily from the polluted air. An intense heat accompanied the skunk’s vile flatulence, which only magnified the stench.

        “Still awake down there?” Gabriel asked. The dog groaned and coughed, earning a smile from Gabriel. “Good. I was afraid you’d be a lightweight, but you’re taking it well enough. Now, savor my stench.” Edward’s skin crawled at the demand. He tried not to breathe, but he was already so deprived of oxygen that he had no choice but to endure the stink and inhale the putrid air.

        The skunk looked down at his captive from over his shoulder as he lined his butthole up with his nose. He held a hand to his stomach, grunted, and blasted out a powerful fart. The noxious fumes flooded his nostrils and provoked a guttural retch from him. He went on to cough his lungs up, struggling to inhale any amount of air as he was bombarded with hellishly stinky skunk farts.

        After the barrage ended, Gabriel gave the shepherd a few long moments to steep and gag in his fragrance, then mercifully lifted his coat and stepped away. He waved a paw behind his ass, wafting the putrid aroma of stink into Edward’s face. “Another successful experiment! What say you, canine?” Gabriel asked. Edward gave a tortured groan, unable to speak. “Good. Sounds like it worked.” He said with a snicker.

        Gabriel allowed his subject to rest while he wrote some notes in his journal, but the second he was done, he clapped it shut and set it down on a desk. “For the next experiment, I would like to observe the effects of my stench on the taste buds.” Gabriel said, turning to the shepherd. His eyes filled with fear. The skunk stood at the head of the table, looming over him. “Your cooperation would be most welcome.”

        “P-Please… L-Let me go…” Edward stammered, his voice hoarse. “I swear, I won’t t-tell a soul.”

        “I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” Gabriel stated. He rummaged through a box beneath the table while Edward weakly pulled at his binds. The skunk found what he was looking for and held it up: it was a sort of dental jack, the kind a dentist might use to keep a patient’s mouth agape while they worked. With no small effort, the doctor pried the shepherd’s mouth open with his gloved hands and inserted the device. “There. Now, say ‘aaaah.’” The doctor instructed as he chuckled to himself. He turned a crank on the device and it extended, forcing the man’s mouth open painfully wide and exposing his tongue and throat to the stale basement air. Gabriel removed his hands from the dog’s mouth, smiling beneath his mask as he watched his captive struggle frantically to close his mouth with no success.

        Gabriel took Edward’s head into his hands and carefully strapped it to the table like his limbs, removing his ability to move any part of his body. As he did so, he tilted his chin up so the dog’s gaping mouth pointed toward himself. He whimpered in fear, knowing full well what his fate was. With everything secured the skunk stood facing away, about a foot from the head of the table. He exposed his ass and leaned forward, hands on his knees. He raised his tail high and aimed for the shepherd’s open maw. 

	Edward thrashed about, trying to plead but unable to utter a coherent word. He stared ahead, wide eyed, watching the skunk’s ass vibrate as he let out a monstrously smelly fart. The force of it brought the greenish fumes directly into his face, the hot air flooding his mouth and blowing over his tongue. He moaned in disgust, squirming and gagging at the toxic flavor of skunk gas. Even after the fart ended, the only thing he could taste was bitter musk, rotten eggs, and sulfur.

        Gabriel watched over his shoulder at the squirming shepherd. He enjoyed the sight of him thrashing about and retching as he unleashed another deadly fart, saturating his maw with the stench of digested food. The only thing he could do to protect his sense of taste was to frantically flex and curl his tongue, which did little in shielding it. The doctor snickered at his pitiful attempts to resist.

        “Get a good taste, dog. I want to see you choking on it.” Gabriel said, his voice revealing a sadistic pleasure that sent a shiver down Edward’s spine. He wasn’t able to say anything back, helpless and forced to watch his captor’s ass as he ripped eggy farts into his mouth. His eyes overflowed with tears that dripped down his face, the spicy and pungent nature of the gases irritating his eyes. His nose burned with every particle of air that passed through it, eliciting a loud whimper from him.

        Gabriel took a wide stance and reached back with both hands, each grabbing an ass cheek as he peeled them apart. Edward trembled as the skunk presented his anus to him, his body racked with exhaustion and fear. With no cheeks to impede its exit, a silent fart hissed out of him, filling the canine’s mouth with the taste of death. The piping hot gas that wasn’t trapped in his maw formed a heavy cloud around his head, the awful odor clinging to his fur and completely cutting him off from breathable oxygen. As much as he tried, he wasn’t able to take in any amount of air. Edward’s stomach began to churn with nausea as the intense stench of the fart pushed him to the brink of sickness.

        The skunk watched carefully as his captive struggled to breathe while engulfed in his gaseous emissions. After only a few moments in the condition, he began to retch gutturally in a way that made Gabriel take a step away from the table. Within seconds, Edward emptied the contents of his stomach on the stone floor, then groaned pitifully. The doctor lifted his pants back up, then cleared his throat and brushed himself off.

        “An expected outcome from this type of procedure. Don’t worry, I won’t make you clean it up.” He stated, earning no response from his captive. “Oh, right. Your mouth.” He said, carefully retracting the device and taking it from his maw.

        Edward closed his mouth slowly, his jaw sore from being held at such an angle for so long. As soon as his lips closed and his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, he gagged and spluttered on the renewed taste. Every bit of moisture that was still left in his mouth amplified it, which would easily have caused another upchuck were his gut not already empty. “Oh dear. Not used to guzzling a skunk’s farts?” Gabriel asked, giving a lighthearted chuckle. “You’ll get used to it after a few times. Probably...”

        Edward wheezed as he slowly regained control of his body and stopped retching. He huffed and panted in exhaustion, staring blankly ahead as Gabriel unstrapped his head. He worked his way in a circle around the table, unsecuring each of his limbs, until he was free. After the punishment he’d just endured, Gabriel thought, there was no chance of meaningful resistance. Predictably, the shepherd was in a near catatonic state, and didn’t even try to move. The doctor grunted as he heaved the shepherd’s body up and carried him through the lab on his shoulders.

        After going through a solid metal door and to an adjacent room, Gabriel lugged his captive to one of the several holding cells and dropped him on the cot inside. He brushed the dust off of his gloved hands and walked out of the cell, locking the bar door behind him. Edward rose to a sitting position and rubbed his head, gradually coming to his senses.

        “I’ll bring you a meal some time tomorrow, depending on when I get back to the lab. Sit tight until then.” Gabriel said, turning to walk away.

        “Wait! What will you do with me? Will you let me go?” Edward asked, his eyes filled with fear.

        “Perhaps some day. For now, you will stay here as my test subject. I will require you for another experiment soon, perhaps in the next few days.” He told him, his voice cold and clinical. Edward opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he was able to get a word out, Gabriel left, slamming the metal door behind him and loudly turning the lock. He quietly sat on his cot, listening to the doctor’s footsteps as he got further and further away, until he was left in complete silence. Eventually, he laid his head down and tried to get some sleep, trying his best not to think about what might come of him upon the skunk’s return.