"Fuck, skunk, why do you stink so bad when it rains?"

I shrugged. There was a light rain falling, and the wolf was right, I do get stinkier when I get wet, but I didn't think he would really be interested in me explaining how the water refreshes all the musk-oils dried into my fur

The wolves had invited me to one of their regular "parties" in the town park. These so-called parties were actually just good old-fashioned orgies, where the wolves rounded up a bunch of foxes and other pretty playthings, and spent the evening fucking and otherwise amusing themselves with their toys.

I wondered if the wolves wanted me as part of the general entertainment, or if they had something more particular in mind.

"Is your bottom empty?" the wolf asked.

I nodded. There had been a very cute squirrel left chained in one of the latrine rooms at the Gay Fox. I had spent a pleasant half hour with him, and now he was considerably stinkier, had a stomach full of skunk-shit, and a bottom full of skunk-cum.

"Good," grinned the wolf. "Come with me."

The wolf led me to a muddy corner where a tree stump had been fitted out with a handy assortment of chains and shackles and leather straps.

I squatted down beside the stump, and waited.

"Other way up," the wolf told me.

I blinked at him, confused 

The wolf chuckled, and petted the top of my head, "This end at the bottom."

I hesitated a bit. The ground was very muddy, and it would make a terrible mess of my fur.

The wolf growled at me, "Get on your head, skunk."

I put my head down, lifting my body up with my back against the stump, until I was balanced on the back of my head and my shoulders, looking up between my legs at the wolf standing over me.

The wolf used some of the chains and straps to tie me to the stump, holding me in that position, with my tail flopped over the top of the stump and my anus pointed up at the sky.

I grumbled at the wolf, "This is not comfortable!"

The wolf laughed, "Don't worry, skunk. You'll like the next bit."

The wolf now turned his attention to my upwards-pointing anus. prodding roughly, then inserting a finger into my dirty, musk-slicked hole. The first finger was quickly followed by a second, and soon the wolf had four fingers -- two from each paw -- buried in my puckered anal opening.

The wolf's fingers worked at my asshole, stretching, pulling my hole open until it felt like he was splitting my rump in two. I tried to relax, willing myself to ignore the pain, but then the wolf's fingers caught the sensitive nipples of my musk glands, pinching and sending a sudden stab of agony lancing through my body.

"Gahhh!" I made a noise, of a skunk in pain.

The wolf did not approve. He kicked my head, "Quiet, skunk!"

I bit my lip, and managed not to make any more noise as the wolf continued to work on my anus, torturing my tailhole until he was satisfied that I was sufficiently stretched.

The wolf then produced a metal band, a circle of bronze a couple of inches in diameter, which he slipped over the fingers of one paw. That paw was inserted back into my bottom, and when the fingers were removed the metal band remained, holding my anus open.

It was quite painful, and I could feel the rain trickling into my bottom. I grumbled at the wolf some more, "When do we get to the bit I'm going to like?"

The wolf chuckled, "Patience, skunk."

The wolf turned now, and sat on me. Sat on my rump, with his weight pushing my head and shoulders further down into the mud. He grinned down at me, shifting position to get his asshole lined up with my stretched open pucker, and farted into my bottom.

I could feel the rush of foul air from his bowels inside my rectum, a quick blast through my dirty passage. And then I could feel a warm, solid mass entering my asshole, a thick log of wolf-shit emerging from his bottom and pushing into mine. I could feel it move down into my rectum, a second turd following and pushing the first deeper inside me, the wolf's rank filth deposited directly into my bowels.

The wolf had been right. I was enjoying this bit.

I was enjoying it so much that i almost didn't notice as the wolf pulled back his sheath and aimed his cock at my nose, startling me with a sudden hot stream of his piss into my face.

I snorted, clearing the acrid, stinging wolf-piss from my nostrils and opening my muzzle to catch his piss-stream, hot and stinky wolf-urine quickly filling my mouth. I swallowed, shuddering as I took the wolf's bitter liquid waste down (or up!) my throat into my waiting stomach.

The wolf continued his toilet, more piss into my mouth and face, more of his shit packing into my bottom. I chuffed at him between mouthfuls of piss, and he laughed, petting my sex which dangled and bumped on my belly.

"I told you you'd like it!"

The wolf shook his penis, spattering drops of his piss over my chest, and stood, his toilet finished. He inserted his fingers into my asshole one last time, pushing his waste down deeper inside me, musky-foul wolf-scat into my bottom; he wiped his fingers on my tail, and left, returning to his orgy and leaving me upside-down in the mud and rain, with his piss in my stomach and his shit in my bowels.

More wolves came, to piss on me and deposit their waste into my asshole. My anus had adjusted to the metal band and stopped being painful, and I had settled into a not too uncomfortable position in the increasingly piss-stinky mud. My bowels were nicely full, skunk-bottom stuffed with a wolf pack's foul waste, and my cock was hard, throbbing hotly each time it was touched by wandering lupine paw.
 
And it had stopped raining! Yay!

The first wolf returned, dragging with him one of the prettier foxes. The wolf tugged the metal band out of my asshole -- which promptly started to hurt again -- and, before my hole could close, pushed the fox's nose into my filthy opening.

The fox snorted into my bottom. I could feel his breathing, hot air moving inside my rectum, his furry body shuddering as he inhaled the stink of my musk, the foul, fetid aroma of the wolf-shit packed into my bowels.

The wolf used the fox’s snout to fuck me for a while, forcing the pretty vulpine’s slender muzzle in and out of my stretched and aching asshole. And then, with the fox's nose pushed deep into my filthy, stinky bottom and his whiskers tickling my anus, the wolf mounted the fox. Lupine paws gripped vulpine hips, and the wolf thrust his cock firmly into the fox's much-fucked bottom.

I watched the mating from underneath. Watched as the slimy wolf-cock pounded into the fox's dirty, smelly opening, the pink of the wolf's shaft becoming stained with brown streaks of the fox's waste

I watched the wolf fuck, and then tie with the fox, forcing his knot in through the fox's anus, humping and grinding his sweaty crotch to the fox's dirty rump as he climaxed, pumping his musky wolf-cum deep into the smaller fur's bowels.

I watched, and felt the fox's breathing quicken into my bottom as the wolf pulled his still-swollen knot free from the fox’s asshole, the fox's abused pucker gaping open, leaking slimy wolf-seed into the dirty matted fur beneath his tail.

I watched as the wolf pushed the fox's rump down, pressed the fox's filthy anus to my muzzle, and told the fox to toilet into my mouth.

The fox farted, a wet fart full of cum, spattering my snout with a sticky mess of fox-musk and wolf-semen. The fart was followed by a long, soft turd, a slimy, cum-coated log of stinky fox-shit emerging slowly from his asshole.

I opened my jaws and took the fox's waste into my mouth.

Soft and sticky, the fox's shit pushed out of his anus and piled onto my tongue, filling my mouth with the foul, dirty taste of fresh vulpine excrement. It filled my mouth, and I held it for a moment before I swallowed, taking the rank mess down my throat. delivering the foul meal to my nasty, greedy stomach.

More stinky fox-shit, darker and muskier, emerging hot from the fox's bottom and into my mouth, the filthy, musky taste of it making me drool messily as he fed me, shuddering as I swallowed, filling my stomach with his waste. At some point the wolf had let the fox remove his nose from my bottom, but I was too enthralled by the filthy, stinky mess emerging from his asshole to notice or care.

The fox finished his toilet, his filthy pucker closing behind his last soft turd. I nosed at his asshole, enjoying the dirty smell of it, until the wolf pulled him away.

The wolf took the fox back, and then returned to release me from the stump. I joined in with the orgy for a couple of hours before I left – there were some wolves that wanted to fuck me while my bottom was full of wolf-shit, and I found one sexy rabbit with the foxes that I must have mated with at least half a dozen times.

Later, I rested in my den. I had a sore neck from being upside-down too long, and I thought I might have to cut all my head-fur off to get the mud out. But I had been fed, there was fox-shit in my stomach, and my bowels were full of wolf-shit that I could play with later.

It had been a good day.