Frezl has got his annual girlfriend.

It is common among ferrets (and other weasel-tyoes) for even the most determinedly unattached individuals to hook up with a partner for their rutting season, which lasts for a month or so in early spring.

This year, Frezl's girl is a honey badger, around twice the size of the skinny ferret, and considerably more than twice his strength.

(Maybe it would be more accurate to say, Frezl has been got by his annual girlfriend.)

I met up with them in the park, while I was out getting exercise (and looking for something to fuck).

"Is this your skunk-friend?" she had asked, looking me over with an expression that made me think I wasn't the only one out looking for a fuck.

(I mean, of course it would have been stupid to think that I was. Frezl was right there, and he is always looking for something to fuck. But she especially had that look.)

"Yeah, but..." replied Frezl.

"He'll do," she interrupted.

And now she was sitting on my face, her paws and digging talons heavy on my chest, grinding her swollen, fragrant cunt to my snout.

My nose filled with the scent of her, the heavy musk of her breeding heat. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but it wasn't the smell that my nose and body wants.

"Your friend doesn't like girls." She flicked my limp sex with a taloned finger and grumbled to Frezl, who was squatting against a nearby tree.

Frezl chuckled.

"Try using your other hole," the ferret suggested.

The badger snorted.

"He's one of those skunks? I guess .. he's sure stinky enough."

The big female shifted position, moving forward a little to bring her anus to my nose. There was a stone pressed uncomfortably against the back of my head, and the weight of her was hurting my snout, but my nose was happy with this new arrangement. Her asshole was dirty, pungent and rank with her anal musk and filth, and I inhaled deeply, letting my nose absorb the foul stink of her unwashed shithole, taking her anal scent deep into my stinky body.

And my stinky body responded, a thrill of arousal from my nose to my cock. Rough fingers grasped my now-erwct sex, squeezing until I moaned.

The badger laughed.

"Does he cum when you shit in his mouth?" she asked.

"He might. Try it and see," Frezl replied.

The badger grinned..

(Okay, I couldn't see her face. I couldn't see anything except for a small part of her butt. But this is my story and I want her to be grinning here. I would have grinned.)

..and licked her lips.

A paw came down and gripped my snout, prising my jaws apart. I assisted her paw as best I could, but my snout was wedged in rather tight between her tail and rump; until she lifted herself a bit and I was able to get my mouth open, my lips around her dirty anus, my tongue licking into her pucker for my first taste of her scat.

Foul. Musky. Badger-scat.

Chrrr.

I did not have time for more than a quick taste before her pucker bulged and opened for the start of her toilet, a soft, warm mass of her stinky shit pushed out of her bowels, out of her anus and into my open, hungry mouth.

Badger-shit.

I have eaten badger-shit before. Many times before. I know badger-shit. It is nasty and rank and makes my stomach happy. This badger's shit was mostly like that, but also somehow a little bit different.

Different .. how? I let my tongue explore the flavor, digging through the smelly mess that filled my mouth, tasting the badger female's toilet. Still nasty and rank .. but maybe also .. sweeter?

Honey badger, my brain reminded me. Probably eats a lot of honey.

Yeah, that would be it.

I swallowed, my stinky furry body shuddering as I consumed my first mouthful of her filth, my first ever mouthful of a honey badger's scat.

Mmmmm..

However (very slightly) sweeter it might have been, it was still quite delightfully foul and nasty. My stomach and my body wanted more. I drooled messily, whined pleadingly into her asshole; until her pucker bulged and opened again, and she gave me more, more of her foul honey badger shit, a fatter, firmer, smellier turd deposited onto my dirty tongue.

I dug my tongue in, tasting her feces, fresh and warm from her mustelid bowels, foul and dirty in my mouth.

She gripped my cock, squeezed, dragged a heavy talon roughly up the length of my throbbing shaft.

My body trembled. I swallowed again, swallowed her shit, more badger-shit, more nasty, stinky badger-shit for my nasty, greedy stomach.

I swallowed, and I came as I ate her filth, her pawing holding my sex as it jerked sharply, climaxing heavily and messily, spurting my slimy, smelly skunk-seed over her paw, her arm, and my stinky furry body.

CHRRRRR!

She stayed on top of me for a while, holding my softening, smelly sex, sitting on my face with her dirty anus pressed to my nose.

And then she went to Frezl, and I lay on the grass and listened to them mating. Violently mating, as is the mustelid way, biting and scratching and snarling as they rutted together.

I lay on the grass and relaxed, enjoying the smell, the musky stink of my own furry body, the lingering foul taste of her badger-shit, dirty in my mouth and in my stomach.

Honey badger scat. Honey-sweetened badger-scat. I am giving it my toilet-skunk seal of stinky approval.