-- Otter --

I am sleeping.

In my dreams, I am chained to the anus of a giant fox, squatting and toileting endlessly over me, huge stinky fox-turds breaking round my furry body, covering me, burying me in foul, musky vulpine filth.

I am a skunk cocooned in fox-shit, absorbed by the smell of it, rank and musky in my nose; consumed by the taste of it, foul and dirty in my mouth.

Fox-shit presses around me, squeezing, crushing.

There is pain in my chest.

Something...

Something is growling...

There are words...

"Wake up, lazy skunk."

Jake is standing over me as I blink my eyes open. The otter kicks me again, his foot thumping into my ribs.

"Wake up! We've got visitors."

"I was having the best dream," I grumble at the otter as I pick myself up, lifting my body from the smelly old rug where I had been sleeping.

Looking around, I can see two visitors. A raccoom and a badger.

And then I can see nothing, as Jake has grabbed my head, his paws covering my eyes and pulling my snout in under his tail, my nose to his anus.

I sniff at his anus, inhaling the smell of him, filling my nose with the familiar fishy-musky stink of his dirty, unwashed hole.

I sniff deeply, and chirp at him, enjoying the moment. But it is only a moment. And then the otter has jammed his thumbs into the sides of my mouth, forcing my jaws open, holding my snout to his asshole as his pucker bulges outward, and he toilets into my mouth.

I recoil a bit as the otter's first soft, foul turd drops onto my tongue. So many times Jake has fed me, and still my mouth is not used to the taste. But his paws hold me tight, keeping my snout in place under his tail as he pushes out more of his stinky black waste,

Now my mouth is full of otter-shit. Nasty, fishy otter-shit. My stomach whines at me, hungry and demanding, so I brace myself and swallow, shuddering at the taste of it, the foulness spreading from my mouth, sliding down my throat, delivering the otter's fresh, rank filth to my nasty, greedy stomach.

And Jake is filling my mouth again, more of his waste for me to swallow, the big otter chuffing contentedly as he toilets, emptying his bowels into his dirty, furry latrine.

Chrrrr.

-- Raccoon --

"Make him do me now."

I can't see who is talking. Jake has finished his toilet, but is still holding my snout beneath his tail, my vision blocked by otter-rump and otter-tail, my nose filled with the smell of him, the foul, musky fragrance of his freshly-soiled hole.

The big otter grunts, taking a moment to wipe his anus on my face, decorating my fur with his stinky otter-scat. And then his paw is gripping my scruff, pulling my nose away from his asshole and dragging me over towards the voice.

Towards the raccoon. The voice belongs to the smaller of our two visitors, the raccoon's thin, flexible body settled comfortably into one of the chairs, his legs hooked back over the arms, his rump and anus nicely exposed for Jake to push my nose down to his dark, dirty hole.

Down on my hands and knees with the otter holding my scruff, I sniff at the raccoon's anus, inhaling the smell of him, the rank animal stink of his unwashed shit-hole, with his long, pretty tail flicking around beneath me, rubbing my tummy, caressing my balls, coiling teasingly around my dangling cock.

I sniff at him, and the raccoon farts into my nose, a long wet fart spattering into my flared nostrils; foul, rancid air from his bowels .. and another, wetter, muskier scent.

Cum-scent.

The raccoon has been mated recently, and now he farts the evidence into my face. Mated extensively, to judge from the quantity of dirty semen that finds its way into my nose and mouth. I imagine Jake wih his otter-cock buried in this dirty, sexy hole, and my cock responds, throbbing in lustful appreciation.

I open my jaws for the pretty raccoon, settling my lips around his anus. He farts cum into my mouth, dirty cum, slimy and rank.

And then the raccoon is not farting any more, and the taste in my mouth is not cum.

I taste raccoon-shit.

Raccoons are like trash-cans with legs, digging through the garbage to find the smelliest, rottenest scraps of food that other furs have thrown out. Garbage goes in, and when it comes out .. it may not be as overwhelmingly fishy as otter-scat, but raccoon-shit has quite the nastiest, foulest taste of anything that I've put in my mouth.

And I've put a lot of nasty things in my mouth.

By now Jake has released my scruff and the raccoon's paws are resting on my head, petting lightly and stroking my ears, the pretty male chuffing softly as he pushes out his waste; soft, sticky turds sliding foul and rank over my tongue; his filthy, stinky raccoon-shit into my mouth.

I swallow quickly, gagging a bit at the taste of it, my furry body shuddering as I take the foul mess down my throat, delivering the raccoon's fresh, warm feces to my nasty, greedy stomach.

My stomach loves raccoon-shit, of course.

And otter-shit.

With Jake and now this pretty raccoon using me for their toilet, my stomach was in paradise, happily full with a foul mess of waste from both species, busy digesting two of its favorite things.

Mmmmm.

Finished with his toilet, the raccoon tugs on my ears.

"You can fuck me now, stinker."

The raccoon's anus rubs at my nose, fouled with his waste, fragrant and enticing. His tail strokes and curls around my sex, teasing my eager, throbbing erection.

I lift myself, moving to mount the raccoon, covering the smaller male with my dirty, smelly body. The raccoon's paws move to clutch at my sides, pulling me down on him and burying his nose in my chest-fur, sighing softly as he inhales the fierce reek of my filthy, musk-fragrant fur.

I mount him, cover him, holding him in place under my stinky body as my cock finds his anus and I thrust hard into his bottom, forcing my throbbing sex deep into his shit-slicked hole.

The raccoon shudders, groaning deeply as I enter him. I growl at him, and bite on his ear, and thrust my skunk-cock deep into his asshole, my slimy, musky sex into his dirty rectum, pleasuring my swollen member in the filthy, smelly passage that he uses to pass his waste.

I thrust, rutting into his shit-hole as my feral lusts consume me, too aroused to hold myself, my mouth still dirty from the recent feedings, lingering tastes of fishy-musky otter-scat and foul, rank raccoon-shit serving only to excite me further.

I thrust, hunching over his smaller body, and bite, sinking my teeth into his ear, tasting his blood on my tongue as my cock spasms into sudden climax, spurting my hot, rank skunk-seed deep into his filthy, stinky bowels.

CHRRRRR!

The raccoon moans. I growl and snarl with my release, holding my raccoon-bitch under my musk-scented body, his nose still buried in my sweaty, stinky fur as I hump my climax into his bottom, my musky-sweaty crotch grinding to his rump as my cock pulses inside his dirty passage, my slimy-rancid skunk-cum into his filthy raccoon-bowels.

I hump, and relax as my climax passes, resting on the smaller male. I feel my bladder to be full, and so I urinate inside him, the raccoon squeaking in sharp surprise as a stream of hot, stinky skunk-piss floods into his filthy bowels.

-- Badger --

I am resting, lying on top of the pretty raccoon, my cock sheathed nicely in the smaller male's rectum, a trickle of dirty skunk-piss leaking out around my shaft. My nose twitches, filled with the smells of us, smells of sex and male arousal, animal musk and filth.

My cock throbs, happy in its smelly sheath, almost hard enough now to fuck him again.

I shift my position, holding the raccoon under my stinky body, preparing for another mating .. and a paw lands heavily on my shoulder, pulling me roughly off my bitch.

And suddenly I am on my knees in front of the badger -- a big, strong, handsome mustelid male -- one of his paws gripping tight on my shoulder, holding me down, while the other pushes back his sheath, holding his sex.

I open my jaws, and the badger slips his cock into my mouth. His paws move to the back of my head, pulling my snout into his crotch, filling my mouth with his slimy, unwashed sex. I taste his shaft, musky and male, traces of semen .. and raccoon-shit.

And then his cock twitches, and he urinates down my throat.

Hot, stinky badger-piss. Reflexively, I gulp at his acrid, musky urine, choking a bit, startled and unprepared for the speed and power of the piss-stream flowing from the big male's cock. My mouth fills and overflows with his piss, stinky trails of his potent liquid waste running down my neck. But his paws hold my head, and my nose is in his crotch -- his warm, musky, furry crotch -- and there is nothing I can do but swallow as best I can as he empties his bladder down my throat.

Soon enough, the badger is finished. I start to suck on him, enjoying the taste and feel of his sex in my mouth, the warm animal scents of his crotch in my nose. But he growls at me, and pulls his cock from my mouth, pushing my nose away. He holds me there, letting me watch as he reaches back with one of his paws, his fingers disappearing under his tail.

For a moment, I am distracted by a movement in the corner of my eye. Glancing over, I can see the raccoon, curled up in his chair, licking at his anus, lapping at the stinky mess of semen, urine and feces leaking from his abused hole.

I am jealous. I am not flexible enough to lick my own anus.

And then the badger's paw returns in front of my snout, two of his fingers now coated with a thick layer of his shit. He rubs those filthy fingers on my muzzle and nose, letting me smell them, smearing my sensitive nosepad with his filth. Dirty and musky .. so deliciously musky .. my nostrils flare as I sniff at them, inhaling the rank, intoxicating fragrance, and I find myself drooling just from the smell of his foul, musky waste.

The badger chuckles.

"Skunk wants?", he asks.

I nod to him, my tail flicking and whining abjectly.

"Please....", I beg.

The badger smiles, showing his teeth in a predatory grin.

"Good bitches get fed," he tells me.

And so I turn, lifting my tail and presenting to him as a bitch would. A dirty, stinky skunk-bitch offering her smelly, musk-slicked asshole to a big, powerful male.

The badger moves behind me, gripping my sides with powerful paws. His claws pricked at me, sharp digging claws press at my skin .. pressing into me .. cutting into my flesh ..

I hiss at the badger as his claws break through my skin.

"Quiet, bitch," the badger growls.

The badger digs his claws in, sharp points of pain down my sides. I feel his cock at my anus, and a moment later he thrusts inside me, hard and deep, opening my dirty pucker with his thick male sex.

It is a rough, brutal mating. The badger's claws carve into my sides as he fucks me, cutting bloody furrows into the flesh beneath my fur. I can feel the wetness of blood running down my sides, spots of red dripping onto the rug beneath as the big male uses me, pleasuring himself in my stinky bottom.

I bite my lip to keep myself quiet, trying to ignore the pain, concentrating instead on the feel of his cock inside me, my anus stretched around his shaft, the hot, swollen sex of a big, handsome mustelid pounding into my filthy, musk-fouled rectum.

The badger thrusts, twisting his claws and tearing deeper into my flesh. He thrusts, his cock in my bottom, his claws in my sides, jagged bolts of pain stabbing savagely through my body.

He thrusts, and I scream.

I scream, my body convulsing, my anus spasming and clenching tight. And I feel the badger's climax inside me, his thick cock jerking sharply, swollen member pulsing hot in my filthy anal passage, my skunk-shit packed around his sex as he spurts his heavy, musky mustelid-semen into my bowels.

The badger humps, grinding his sweaty, shaggy crotch to my dirty, smelly rump, his cock pulsing and spurting into my bottom. He humps .. and in moments his climax is over, his cock pulling wet and filthy from my asshole, and his claws leave my sides, leaving my shuddering and panting weakly, bleeding from jagged, painful wounds beneath my fur.

Whimper.

And then I forget the pain, because the badger has pushed me onto my back and is squatting over my snout, my nose filled with the rank, musky stink of his dirty asshole, his pucker bulging and opening as he starts his toilet, pushing out a thick brown log of his waste.

Foul, musky badger-shit. After being fed by the otter and raccoon, the badger's waste is a delight to have in my mouth. Thick, firm turds, warm and fresh from his bowels, rank and fragrant with his musk. He feeds me his shit and I hold it in my mouth, licking around and tasting, digging my tongue through his filth.

I swallow when my mouth was full, an exquisite shudder rippling through my body as the big, sexy mustelid's foul, rank feces slide down my throat. I swallow, and the badger continues with his toilet, pushing out more of his rich, musky waste for his stinky latrine-skunk.

Again my mouth is full. Again I swallow, the dirty, musky thrill of it tingling through my body and finishing with a sudden, unexpected climax, my cock jerking against my fur and sending my slimy, smelly cum spattering across my belly as I take the badger's waste down my throat.

I want it to last forever, an endless river of musky badger-shit into my mouth, into my stomach, filling every part of my stinky body.

But already the badger has finished with his toilet, his pucker closed, teasing my nose with the fresh, foul reek of his shit and musk. I nuzzle at his smelly hole, whining, and he gives me one last small turd, soft and rank and sticky with his musk, a filthy morsel for me to hold in my mouth.

I keep the badger's shit in my mouth, licking and tasting as it slowly disintegrates into a foul, musky paste. Until Jake and his raccoon-friend decide to urinate together into my mouth, washing down the badger's waste with a hot, stinky mix of otter and raccoon-piss.

Chrrrr!

My stomach is happy, filled with the feces and urine of three sexy males. My cock is happy, spent and filthy, reeking of raccoon-shit. My mouth is happy, remembering the taste of the badger's dirty musk.

I am bleeding and sore, but I am a happy, stinky skunk.