The Tenement Twain
by Lash Paw

=[PART 1: THE MALL]=

-[Chapter One]-

Somewhere amid the crowded urban streets of a massive metropolitan area, a young otter named James Graham pulled his car into a driveway. His parking space was taken, but it wasn't the least bit surprising to him.

"That fuckin' bitch!" he said, parking elsewhere. He got out of his old, used car and shut the door furiously, cursing silently in frustration as he made his way into the apartment lobby with his car keys rattling aloud. "I swear to God I'll slap the shit out of her if her fuckin' friends won't park somewhere else!" He growled to himself, as he pushed the "down" button on one of the main elevators. Ms. Johnson was an older and single woman who lived right above him, on the 9th floor. She loved inviting friends of hers over, and they kept making noises and taking up parking spaces that belonged to other residents. The elevator eventually came down and the doors opened, with a couple of people casually exiting. After he had stepped inside alone, he pressed the button to the 8th floor, and closed his eyes as it slowly made its way up, thinking about what he wanted to do during the day.

James Graham was a 24 year-old, full-time employee at a local restaurant. He never went to college because his family had little money, wasn't eligible for earning any scholarships, and he barely passed all of his classes. Though he couldn't afford much luxury, it didn't take a lot of satisfy him, but he hadn't been in a relationship before, and didn't want to be alone any longer. The elevator eventually came to a shaky and abrupt halt. James opened his eyes, yawned tiredly, and sluggishly trudged his way to number "149," his apartment room. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon, and James didn't have much do for himself, except watching television and sleeping every now and then.

"I'm so bored," he said, lying down upon an old and ragged mattress he kept on the floor, which he considered his "bed." Moments later, he stood up and entered his kitchen, and opened up the refrigerator in search of something lite to fill his stomach. Pulling out a beer, he noticed a yellow, sticky note he placed upon the refrigerator door last night that read: "Buy new CD and DVD at the mall." He sighed, and reluctantly decided to do so. "Nothin' else to do, so I might as well go take care of that," he said, nodding to himself. Wearing a plain grey shirt that matched his fur, with blue jeans along with a brown leather jacket and a matching set of brown boots, he left his apartment room, and eventually made his way.

-[Chapter Two]-

The mall seemed a little more crowded than usual. James never enjoyed heavily populated environments, and immediately began to make his way through what seemed to be endless waves of people of all species, occasionally having his otter tail being stepped on. Unsure of where he was going, he looked up and saw the sign of a store named, "Music and Movies," followed by their slogan, "Latest music, greatest movies, lowest prices!"

"Good ol' M&M," he said to himself as he walked on in. The search for what he wanted wouldn't be found too soon, as the plethora of multimedia seemed to be infinite and overwhelming. Finding the CD of his favorite rock band was relatively easy, being in the "New Releases" section, but finding an old war movie he liked was only something he could hope for. The movie was called "Zero Hour," and the further James went down the aisles, the less people there were. Skimming through the farthest row of the movie section, he eventually found himself beside a door left ajar, barely opened enough for him to get a glimpse of what was inside. Out of curiosity, noticing that no one was around, he decided to take a look.

There were strange sounds coming from the room, and as James managed to quietly open the door just a little more, he smelled something strange, then saw a glimpse of a young woman, probably around his age, inside. It appeared that her clothing and undergarments was scattered near her. James identified it as a uniform, so she obviously worked there. Nudging the door open just a little more, he viewed her in her entirety.

"No one else?" He asked himself, assuming that she had a partner, but then realized she was alone. Acrid stench emitted from the inside, and James had caught a strong whiff, but nothing too bothersome. The woman was masturbating, but there was more to it than just that. "Skunk girl," he realized, seeing mostly black fur with some white strips and spots. The female skunk stroked herself vigorously, trying to restrain and silence her hard breathing and subtle moans of gratification, as she farted loudly and infinitely. Spreading her legs further, she fingered her warm and moist vagina and clitoris, soaked and sticky in copious secretion, then fingered her tight, brown-stained anus ecstatically. With each stimulating stroke, she farted powerfully, and never seemed to stop, filling the room full of her alluring rectal aroma, as though she could release anytime at will. "No way," James' eyes widened, immediately aroused, feeling his immediate erection pulsating against his jeans, as a deep perversion of his had been demonstrated and greeted him in reality. The air passed through her anus rapidly, heavily, and powerfully squeezed. The sounds were not high, but rather deeper and lower in pitch, but had a unique feminine quality to them. The young otter remained in blissful awe, watching her plump buttocks flex constantly. Saliva dripped down his lip as he massaged his genitals, slowly and firmly. His eyes almost closed, he imagined giving her deep anal penetration, each fart violently blasting out fast and hard, staining his penis brown with bits and chunks of her batch, coupled with violent rumbling and vibration upon his penis, scrotum, and her beautiful cheeks. He would ejaculate with all his energy into her fecal chute, and she would lovingly squeeze it all back out. He imagined her licking the chocolate-covered ejaculate, letting it dangle upon the tip of her wet tongue, the swallowing it pleasantly. She would then grunt and squeeze her steaming, moist batch into his mouth, log after log, then he would lick and suck her anus clean, as though he were a child consuming all the delectable brownies he had ever wanted. Finally, he would push and snuggle his nose deep into the reeking hole, inhaling each gust of fart she had left inside.

-[Chapter Three]-

James suddenly drifted back into reality from the heavenly daydream, with the arousing scene clear in sight once again. He opened his eyes wide open, easily seeing her anus squeeze another blistering rush of violent stench after another hard grunt. A large, steaming brown log began to protrude from her intestinal cave, then she relaxed, but immediately repeated, as she rubbed her genitals faster as she strained and pushed. Copious amounts of vaginal residue and urine slowly dripped down to her anus, and she using her fingers to spread the bodily juice all around and inside, lubricating the hole. James inhaled the air deeply, but suddenly, he felt one of his boots hit the door, sending off a loud metallic sound. The woman immediately jumped up in fright before reaching her explosive climax.

James frantically backed away and returned to looking for "Zero Hour" as casually as possible, as he heard her scurrying frantically, throwing her work clothes back on in a mad rush, hoping that no one had witnessed her intimate privacy. The woman eventually came out with a paranoid expression upon her beautiful face, using a warm cloth drenched in fresh water and soap to clean her hands, innocently carrying a box of videos. She began resuming what appeared to be her job, which seemed to be organizing the videos and placing them where they belonged.

"Definitely a keeper," James thought to himself as he smiled. A strong desire entered his mind, making him determined to start a conversation with her, but suddenly, she turned straight to him from a couple of feet away, and they saw each other eye to eye. His opportunity came right out of nowhere before he was even the least bit ready to approach her. The both of them were obviously startled at that brief moment. A hiatus of silence occurred, the smell of the room remained strong, and her face appeared slightly blushed, a little sweaty here and there, nothing really too noticeable.

"H.....hello there!" she said, swaying her black hair back with a cute smile, ".....Lo.....lookin'.....I mean, can I help you?" she stammered uneasily. Her tag just above her plump, round breasts read her last name, "Campbell." With an impromptu reply, James stammered as well.

"Zer....." he suddenly choked, being shaken up toward women of interest. "Zero Hour," he cleared his voice nervously, "I'm sorry, I've been recoverin' from a sore throat." The skunk looked down and moved her foot back and forth as she giggled, and even her laugh sounded sexy. Her breathing was a bit heavy in recovery, having her orgasmic release prolonged accidentally.

"It's okay, it could've been from that ol' room I just came out of," she replied apologetically, "A couple of pipes have been cracked in the air conditioning system, and they're emittin' somethin' bad in the air, harmless though, might make you choke up a bit." James smiled, finding the impromptu cover-up quite impressive.

"I was wonderin' what that was." He said with a smile, breathing in the air in joy.

-[Chapter Four]-

Campbell had nothing short of a body sculpted by a master. Plump, round, and large breasts, a beautifully slender waist with serene curves, and firm, toned legs. The red shirt and beige shorts covered up a little of her features, but he could tell that she had a voluminous, firm, rear end, and gorgeous calves. She slightly brushed up against him as she gestured to follow her. Her side hit his crotch area, and James was sure she could tell he was too hard to be casual.

"Is this what you're lookin' for?" she asked as she held up the DVD, and sure enough, that was it.

"Thanks a million, I definitely appreciate it!" James said with a smile, hoping that their conversation would somehow last.

"No problem, it's a classic that'll put anyone to tears!" she said, having seen it before, obviously.

"I guess I'll be cryin' alone then!" James said, delivering a subtle innuendo, hoping that she would get the message that he's single.

"Alone?" she said with a raised brow, "You look like a family man to me!" she responded with a chuckle, briefly examining his features.

"Not me! I've never even dated before, and I'm 24!" James desperately hoped this would strike something in her.

"Really? You poor soul! You're going to need a horny girl to make up for lost times!" she laughed playfully. "Well, as for me, I haven't gotten much luck with the boys." she shrugged, sounding apathetic, but he could tell it bothered her, as her eyebrows seemed furrowed in frustration.

"Why? You're beautiful. I'm quite surprised you're not even taken," He couldn't believe it. James hoped the compliment would shed some good light on his personality, enough to make a move.

"You know, not very many men and women of different species are into skunks, after all, nature tends to get in the way," she said, and James nodded sympathetically. "You think I'm beautiful?" she blushed with another cute smile and said, "Thank you!"

"I'm just tellin' it like it is, you're gorgeous." he said softly, but nervously, thinking he had made his attraction to her a little too obvious, and perhaps of great desperation. Campbell placed the box of videos that she was carrying aside, and looked at James from top to bottom. She tilted her head with her hands upon her fine hips, and made a flirtatious expression. James prayed hard in his mind, seeming as though this was his big opportunity to meet a woman that could sate his deepest perversions.

-[Chapter Five]-

"Clarice Campbell," she said, introducing herself and looking up to the young otter, smiling and stepping a little closer to him in interest. "Listen, uh....."

"James!" he added in enthusiastically, "James Graham." The skunk placed a hand on one of his shoulders, as the meek otter slightly shivered, his heart racing.

"Listen, James." He gave her his full attention, probably more than she expected, as he looked straight at her face, completely focused on her every word. "I'm 22 and I've just moved into an apartment not too far from here. I'm from out of state. I don't know this place at all." She paused for a brief moment, looked down, and licked her lips. "You're seem like a sweet guy, at least to me, and you don't even seem bothered by the fact that I probably have the smelliest ass you've ever come across!" she continued, with a little joke to ease the tension, but little did she know that her smell is what had drawn him to her. "You couldn't imagine how many guys approached me, complimentin' my looks, and then turnin' me down before they could even see a bit of my personality, all 'cause they realized I'm a skunk, and care 'bout the outside," she said bitterly. "You're the first one that's ever said nothin' 'bout my smell. I appreciate that. How 'bout we go out sometime, you know, show me around, have some dinner, or somethin'." James looked at her, eyes widened, and he could hardly speak a word.

".....," His mouth was open, yet nothing would come out. It was all so surreal to him, his boring life had been shocked with a jolt of energy, a hard pulse. ".....," he couldn't stomach the opportunity, the possibilities. Clarice noticed he kept looking around, with his hand rubbing the back of his head, and he seemed to fidget a lot. "Cla.....," he stammered, "I'm.....sorry, sorry 'bout this, I....." Clarice giggled at him, slightly blushing.

"It's okay! It's okay!" she assured him, putting her hands on both of his shoulders and drew his attention to her again, "Just take it easy dude, it's cute!" she snickered, "I like a man who has a soft side, 'cause so many of 'em out there try to be so hard, it's ridiculous and unhealthy." James began to feel better, and took a deep breath.

"I'd...I'd be more than happy to take you out, Clarice." he finally managed to muster up some courage and finally say something she could understand.

"Thank you!" she said, giving him a friendly hug. It felt like bliss, having her succulent breasts press upon his chest gently. "Phone number and time?" she then asked. James stammered a little, but talked to her more easily.

"D...definitely!" he took out a yellow sticky note and wrote his number down, and playfully stuck it on her forehead. "There you go," he smiled with a wink. Taking it off her head with a laugh and putting the note in her pocket, she turned to him.

"Well, I'd better get back to work," she said, but suddenly, she accidentally farted a couple times in rapid succession. "James, I.....I'm so sorry! Ignore that!" she said immediately, her face reddened.

"It's nothing! It's cute!" James laughed, making his remark a joke, yet a hint, hiding his lust and arousal, waving to her as they parted ways. She waved back and shyly returned to organizing, as James walked slowly, whiffing in her natural perfume, and smiled.

=[PART 2: ACID TRIP]=

-[Chapter One]-

James Graham blithely purchased his items from the music store, feeling as though he was walking on air, and pompously swaggered his way through the populous mall ecstatically.

"This is so unreal," he said to himself, looking back at the store he had just come out of. His perception of time lost itself, and he found himself in front of the driver's door of his old car, in what appeared to only be a second later. "What the fuck?" he asked, shaking his head as he got a grip on himself. He sat on the driver's seat and meditated for a brief moment as he felt the air conditioner blow some cold air on his tense body. Sighing, he felt the warmth of a small amount of premature ejaculation on his undergarments, and a sudden urge to see Clarice again hit his mind. "I should be wakin' up on my bed in a hangover soon," he said, in disbelief that he had just got a date for the first time, and she had everything he wanted in a woman. He made his way back to his apartment momentarily, which is probably only five or ten minutes away from the mall. In the lobby, he actually said "Hello" to a couple of people with a smile. Indeed, Clarice had made his day, and he hoped that if all goes well, she would be a part of his life. Finding himself in his apartment room in what seemed to be a minute or so later, he placed the DVD on top of his television for later use, and popped in that music CD he just bought. The clock on the kitchen counters said, "6:15."

"Where should I take her? What will we do? Is it too early to tell her my secret? Should I tell her that I saw her masturbating? Should I tell her that I like her smell?" James contemplated deeply, pondering an infinite series of questions. He held his head in ambivalence, a crossfire of frustration and arousal, while drinking a beer, turning on the television and hoping to clear his mind. He kept staring at his phone, wanting it to ring, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to meet her, wanting to smell her again. "I might as well load up the video files and fuckin' jack it all off before I hold it in and say somethin' to her that'll put me in deep shit," he said, and suddenly thought about her dumping her batch into his mouth, as soon as the word "shit" was said. "Damn!" he said loudly, "One thought after the next!" he clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, trying to persuade himself to take things slowly, and realize that this could be his one and only opportunity to sate the burning desires inside of him. He felt an erection coming, hardening, and pulsing, and he could see the dirty thoughts running clear and vivid in the back of his mind, blurry at first, but getting clearer and clearer, no matter how hard he tried to keep his attention focused on the cartoons he was watching. He wanted to cuddle her, bury his nose into her anus, feel her farts, smell them, have anal sex with her, have her fart and scat on his penis, have her lick and suck the fecal matter and ejaculate off of it clean. He wanted to let her smother his eager face with her cheeks and release all of her air straight into his nose and eat her batch. So many thoughts, so much arousal, and it was all too stimulating to ignore. James wanted it all to be a reality. He could never come to terms with himself, caught between a crossfire of personal anguishes, morale, and his pursuit of happiness. He fought hard to resist the feeling, so filthy, so sexy, but so tormenting. "I'm a dirty man," he silently told himself in shame, finishing off that beer of his, and disposing it. His eyes began to get heavy, the cartoon characters upon the television seemed to be talking backwards, and the animation looked as though as if they had been drawn by an infant. His body fell limp, tired, and overwhelmed.

-[Chapter Two]-

"James," a voice echoed through the air, feminine and welcoming.

".....," James found himself in his old room, feeling drugged. Clothes and other miscellaneous items were scattered all over the floor, his guitar leaned against the door of his unkempt closet, and several posters of his favorite bands of many genres hung all over the walls and ceiling. The stereo on top of his dresser played one of his most favorite songs that he used to sing fluently, but for some reason, he couldn't make out any of the words, and the instruments sounded like distorted noise.

"Supper is ready," the feminine voice called.

"Hold on, Mom," James said, almost without control, as though someone else had said it for him. He felt as though he was floating in the air. He couldn't feel anything, step after step, as he made his way downstairs. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and his vision was slightly distorted and blurry. Unrecognizable pictures hung upon the walls, and none of them seemed the least bit familiar, not even the family photos.

"We'll be back later son, call us if you need anything." A masculine voice said, and James saw a couple walk out of the house.

"Mom? Dad?" James called out in curiosity. "Okay," he said, holding his head in confusion. "Come here, James," the same voice he heard earlier spoke to him again. No one else should have been home. He had no siblings. He had no idea who it could have been. It sounded so familiar, but he couldn't make out who it was.

".....," James entered the kitchen, looked around, and no one seemed to be in there.

"Can I help you?" James spun around instinctively and saw Clarice.

"Shit!" He blinked rapidly, totally stunned.

"Let's wait for that after the foreplay," she replied kindly. "I've got plenty. It's all for you. Just the way you like it, hot and moist with my special scent, never stopping, never ending." James suddenly found himself in the back of the Music and Videos store. He was lying down in the same spot where he had saw Clarice masturbating. The pile of clothes was there, only they were his: the brown leather jacket with the matching brown boots, along with the plain grey shirt and blue jeans, all tossed beside the door. The door had a key remaining in the keyhole, so apparently the both of them were locked in. Above the door was a series of pipes, connected to a cooling system, but a couple of them had been cracked a bit.

"What?" he said, trying to make sense of everything. He couldn't move for some reason, but nothing seemed to be holding him in place.

"Can't hear me? Don't worry, I've got somethin' you'll enjoy listening to, it's loud, and it even smells good too," she remarked flirtatiously, as she unzipped her beige shorts, making them fall to the floor, unveiling her red thong, the stench was so strong and pleasing, and a bit stained with vaginal secretions and fecal matter.

"C.....car.....cam," the tag on her red shirt said "Campbell," but he couldn't seem to read it out loud even though he knew what it said.

"What the fuck?" James asked, completely lost.

"You're so impatient! Wait until my feminine juices flow, baby," Clarice giggled, that same innocent smile, coupled with a tint of red from a blush. Her red shirt dropped to the floor as well, revealing her plump, bouncy breasts, nipples concealed behind a matching red bra.

"James," she said intimately, laying on top of him as she licked and kissed his lips softly and lovingly, farting a couple of times, with small, sexy grunts. His arms began to move, and he suddenly found himself taking her bra off, feeling the intense warmth of her breasts, and the subtle tickle of her nipples against his fur.

"Clarice," He said involuntarily, feeling mesmerized, as though he was someone else. James watched her lick her index finger, then she sent it to her rear end, moving her thong to the side a bit, then fingering her anus, farting on it several times. It smelled so good to the both of them. Clarice gently moved her finger in a circular motion, collecting some scat and farting to help open up her anus for the upcoming wet and smelly penetration. James began to lick and suck at her breasts and neck as he waited for her to feed him, premature ejaculation flowing down the pulsing veins of his penis, and finally, Clarice moved her scat-covered finger to his face, a strong fragrance entering his nose.

"Open," she demanded so innocently. She fed him like a woman feeding a child with a spoonful of chocolate. He felt her finger enter deep inside of his mouth, and he began to vigorous suck on it. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the erotic smell and taste. His penis pulsed so hard, as though it was begging to thrust itself inside of her fart chute, screaming with wet spurts of ejaculate to pound against her tightly contracting, acrid, scat-filled anal walls.

"There," she said, with a small giggle, pulling the finger out of his mouth, and putting it into hers, sucking it for a brief moment in an attempt to consume the remains.

"No more appetizers, baby. I've got the munchies. I want the whole meal." James requested, and down went her panties, followed by a louder, rumbling fart as a teaser, as she giggled erotically.

"No more foreplay then. Time to take out the brownies from the oven," she said with a moan.

-[Chapter Three]-

"Ugh," James moaned, as the cartoon characters appeared again. He could barely hear their voices, and the whole room seemed to spin. "Da.....damn," James found himself on the floor, and he tried to get up, but his muscles felt so stiff and numb.

"James! What did tell you 'bout lookin' at this shit! It's disgustin'!" A loud voice of a man boomed into his ears. He knew who it was. "This is sick! I didn't raise you to be this way! You're pitiful! I thought you were normal!" The same voice yelled and yelled, taunt after taunt. James felt a tear roll down his face, but he couldn't seem to make out why. "You like this shit? Does it turn you on? You'd better be jokin'!" With a hard sniff, James felt his consciousness slip away. "I swear to God I'm going to disown you for this! You're a curse to me, a waste of time, money, and flesh!" The crying of an older female woman begging for him to calm down seemed to be heard in the background, but it was all so confusing, but familiar. "Get out of here! Get out of here now, you freak! Go! Go! God sheds no light upon you!" James blacked out again.

"Squeeze. Squeeze, baby. Squeeze," James suddenly said, finding himself in the back of the music and video store again, the smell of the skunk filling the air.

"Squeeze it hard," James and Clarice positioned themselves in a "69," as she pumped her heavy farts directly into his nose, staining it brown with thick and sticky chunks of scat and filling his lungs with her anal aroma. He vigorously licked, sucked, and bit at her genitals, vaginal secretions dripping down his lips, and fecal matter upon his eager nose.

"Yes.....ahhhhh," Clarice moaned ecstatically, farting into his nose violently, heavily, and countlessly, rocking her warm, plump rear back and forth, side to side, and then into his mouth several times after much grunting. Finally, with his mouth totally covering her soaked, dirty, and hot brown anus, James' tongue felt the tip of her moist, hot, steaming log, slowly emerging from her strong bowels, freshly squeezed, just for him, from his love.

"Enjoy your meal," She said softly, "Don't forget to chew before you swallow. Here comes the big load! Open wide! Wide! Oh! Damn! Damn! Ugh! Here it comes!" The smelly and orgasmic finale was about to commence, as Clarice sucked vigorously on James' leaking and throbbing penis while filling his mouth with her tremendous batch, massaging his pounding scrotum as well, with James stimulating her erupting anus and hot vagina vigorously, but then a loud metallic sound suddenly made them jump. The skunk widened her eyes in surprise. James stood in shock.

"What was that? James, what's wrong?" She looked at him in concern. A man broke in.

"I told you to stop this! I warned you, you freak! You never listen! You never ended it! I tried to change you! I'll end it myself!" He pulled out a hunting shotgun and pointed it at the young otter.

"I swear, Dad, I swear, I can't help it! I can't! It's what I like! I can't change that! Accept it, damn it! Accept it! I'm your son, your son! Can't you just love me for what I am? I'm your blood!" He cried in mercy and fear.

"No! It's sick! I'll not let you live like this! It's so wrong! I made you, I can destroy you!" His finger shook on the trigger. Suddenly, the skunk scurried across the room, like a movie being fast forwarded, nothing made sense, as she put on her clothes immediately, grabbed a box of videos, and inexplicably walked out of the room, talking about "Zero Hour" to someone who was looking for it. An object fell from his forehead, a yellow, sticky note, followed by strange laughter. James' eyes widened, it read, "One less freak in the world," and he looked up to his father, with tears in his eyes, and a quick blast of white light flashed, and he felt nothing.

-[Chapter Four]-

"No!" James frantically jumped in utter trauma. He breathed hard and heavy, the sounds of the television were barely audible. The tears from his eyes dried upon his face. "Nightmare," he said in simultaneous, but diminishing fright and arousal, his dirty blonde hair messed up, his fur drenched in cold sweat. "Son of a bitch!" He said loudly, his heart still racing. "Fuck you, Dad! Fuck you straight to Hell!" Fragments of his past and present merged into a single and terrifying nightmare. It all made sense now. "This needs to stop," he said in frustration, as he washed his face off in the bathroom, cleaned the premature ejaculation on his undergarments, and then urinated momentarily. "I'm tired of people bitchin' 'bout what makes others happy. I'm tired of people tryin' to always get their way! Why is everyone so fuckin' selfish? Who the fuck says what's normal and what isn't? Why bother? It doesn't involve them! It's my life! It's my mind! I can fuck it up if I want to! It's not their problem! It's mine, only mine! Why can't they just let me be? Why can't they just fuckin' accept it?" Angrily walking back into the kitchen, the clock on his counter read, "7:30." The sun gave way to the stars and moon, as the neon lights of the insomniac city shone bright. The wails of sirens filled the streets. "Must've been another fucked up car accident," said James, apathetically. Drinking another cold beer, he sat down on his small recliner and flipped through some channels, the room dimly lit. The local news caught his eye, as the picture of an apartment area was displayed burning in fire. A reporter stood in the scene, providing information.

"The apartment complex just minutes away from the local mall has just caught on fire inexplicably. The firefighters extinguished the blazing flames, and the local police officers are currently investigating the situation." James squinted his eyes, furrowed his brows, and suddenly thought about Clarice. "No casualties have been reported, though some have had minor burns," the reporter continued. James sighed, "but some have been left homeless, and we can only hope that those people can mend with their losses." The scene ended followed by another news report with the usual music. Turning off the television, he looked down in thought. His eyes suddenly focused on the phone, and there was a red light blinking repeatedly. Someone had left him a message. Though he did not know which apartment area she lived in, he played back the message in paranoia.

-[Chapter Five]-

"Today, 6:47 P.M." The monotonous phone voice said, and then James heard Clarice.

"James, I need your help," she said. He listened. "I'm sure you've probably heard. I've got nothin' left. My apartment is totally burned down to the last ash. I'd stay at a motel, but I've barely got any money to afford a day's stay. I probably can't even afford a small dinner with the money I've got left." James made a face of sympathy, she sounded torn on the inside. "I've got nowhere to go. I don't even have a car or a license. I ride the bus to get around, and sometimes I walk." James understood her circumstances, and he felt sorry for her, but he knew what she was going to ask him, and as much as he was aroused thinking about the possibilities, he felt obligated to lend her a helping hand. "Listen, James, I know it's been only hours since we've met and decided to arrange a date, but I'm scared and cold out here alone in the central park, and I need someplace to stay. It sounds sudden, I know, and it might make you feel uncomfortable, but can I stay with you until I get things stable again? I'm sorry if this makes you feel uneasy, I understand if you're nervous about it, and I just want to assure you that I'll do my best to keep you comfortable in my presence. Meet me at the central park. I'll be sittin' on a bench with a soda. Please hurry, it's so cold out here." James looked down, as everything felt like a dream. Clarice was going to be staying with him. He couldn't believe it.

"End of message," the phone confirmed. Thoughts and pieces of his nightmare came to mind. He hoped she would fart in his apartment. He wanted to smell it. He wanted to sneak into the bathroom after she would empty herself out.

"Fuck! Quit thinkin' 'bout this shit for one second! She's homeless! She's cold! She's alone! She needs help! Damn, do what's right for once! Be good to her, nothin' else," he told himself.

=[PART 3: PREJUDICE PERSONIFIED]=

-[Chapter One]-

The clouds aloft the infinite buildings congregated in a dark mass of grey, a herald of the upcoming, the harbinger foreshadowing the dreariness to come. The young otter washed his face off in the bathroom after urinating, and began to comb his dirty blonde hair to look decent for Clarice. The clothing he had worn earlier that day remained the same, though the man underneath seemed different. Grabbing the keys to his apartment and car, the phone suddenly rang again.

"Clarice," James immediately thought. He ran to the phone and picked it up, eager to hear her voice, hoping that she was okay.

"Hello?" the otter asked, the shadows and the dim lights beginning to worry him.

"James," Clarice responded, "did you get my message?" she asked, to reassure herself.

"Of course, I'm sorry for what happened, but I'm on the way," James said enthusiastically, "so just sit tight and I'll be there in a minute." Clarice paused for a moment.

"James, please hurry," she said, causing James to furrow his brows in curiosity.

"What's wrong?" he questioned attentively.

"A couple of guys here are looking at me," she said, bothered. "They said "Hi," to me when they passed by, so I said "Hi," in return, but they're still lookin' me. I could've sworn they were carryin' weapons, too. They've been lookin' at me for too long. I don't like this, James." His eyes widened, adrenaline rushed through his blood in response to his paranoia.

"I'm comin'! Hold on!" He said firmly.

"No one else's around here, and they don't look like they're goin' anyplace. It's intimidatin'. They're lookin' at me strangely, talkin' back to each other, and it's worryin' me. They just look so mean, like they're goin' to do somethin' to me." James held the phone up to his ear tightly.

"Did they say anything to you at all after they said "Hi" to you?" he asked nervously, a hint of fury in his eyes.

"No, but it'll be too soon," she responded.

"I'm on the way, sit tight, and keep an eye on 'em, okay? I'll be there soon! If they start anythin' that you don't like, call for help if you can, or just get out of there, you hear me? Hold on!" The skunk said her goodbyes and the both of them hung up.

"No fuckin' maniac's goin' to touch her, not now, not ever," he said angrily and protectively, as he put on his boots, then reached into a concealed, locked, and dark container in the closet. Opening the mysterious container, he reached in, and pulled out dual, loaded pistols and some ammunition along with shoulder holsters, so they would be concealed underneath his jacket.

-[Chapter Two]-

The metropolitan area was engulfed in perpetual rain that night. James made his way through the ongoing traffic, a cacophony of vehicular noise, the headlights of the speeding vehicles constantly shining into his eyes, as the rain rose to a crescendo, pounding against his car. His head ran rampant of thoughts. He thought about the guns he had taken, if she was in danger of being raped, what he was going to do, how he would deal with Clarice staying with him, and the perversions running through his mind. The urges and ambivalence tore him down on the inside. Minutes seemed to be hours. The traffic got more congested, and though only a few minutes had passed since he had left his apartment, things seemed to be taking forever. Honking his horn in frustration, he yelled to himself.

"Hurry the fuck up! I don't have time for this shit!" Holding his head in anger, he closed his eyes, the pessimistic thoughts ran through his head, making him grit his teeth. The red stop signal on the traffic lights seemed like it had frozen in time, never to change to green. The sudden images of Clarice being raped entered his mind. Her tears, her cries for help, him not being there, the brutal rapist sating his sadistic urges. "Come on! Son of a bitch!" He punched his door in rage, driven by infatuation, the premature love, barely knowing the girl, but crazy enough to kill for her. The light turned green, and James sighed in slight relief, but later came to find that the cars weren't even moving. "What the fuck? Shit! Move! What the hell's goin' on?" He eventually saw the figure of a man, coming out of a car ahead of him, who was closer to the front of the line. He appeared to be looking ahead, dark and concealed underneath a raincoat and an umbrella, and suddenly, James could see the rapid flickering of various red and white lights, followed by a siren.

"No," He said in disbelief. "No, no, no!" He furiously rushed out of his car, the rain drenching him to the skin, his boots pounding the miniature rivers forming on the sides of the sidewalks. Hope seemed to diminish in a flash, as James stared at a crash site, a totaled van and a damaged truck in the center of the intersection. "Motherfucker!" He lashed out in a fury of verbal profanity and spasmodic gestures. "Piss poor bitch drivers!" He shouted out, in complete apathy, not caring whether or not the people caught in the accident were dead or alive.

The real world never cared, engulfed in permanent apathy. The only people you really had left to care about and fall back on were the people you held dear and yourself. No one else, their thoughts, their lives, their words. Nothing else mattered. The dead did their time and the living were the pawns to fulfill the purpose of life: to end. James ran in a frenzy to his car, his long, soaked, dirty blonde hair turned wild, and his fur drooped sloppily. Being at the right place at the right time, he had the option to turn into a restaurant parking area, which he did. There was no way around the crash site, and he figured he wasn't going to get to Clarice by car in time, so after he had parked, he sprung out and locked the doors, then ran frantically, adrenaline pumping at full force.

"Clarice!" the desperate otter cried out as he ran into the central park exhausted. "It's me, James!" he yelled out again, hoping to hear her voice, joyous to hear his. "Where are you?" No one responded. No one was even around. Rain, fog, lightning, thunder, and dim lights deepened the gloom. His heart raced as he began to search the area frantically. "Clarice!" he yelled her name as loud as he could. His heart and stomach felt heavy, and he could feel pressure in his eyes, as though he had lost the love of his life. Moments later, he found a damaged door left ajar in a condemned building nearby. Listening closely, he began to hear faint voices and footsteps. A reminiscence of the back of the music and video store, a reflection of his nightmare, it all seemed as though everything that had happened earlier during the day was meant to happen. Everything seemed to connect together, as though he had been seeing signs, some kind of premonition of the things to come. It all seemed like fate and destiny, so much had happened in one day, it startled him. His life had changed in only hours.

-[Chapter Three]-

Sneaking into the building quietly, the lights from the outside cast shadows through the barriers blocking the windows, engulfing him in fear. The atmosphere seemed so dark and heavy, as though James wanted to back away, but he knew he couldn't. The walls were covered in enigmatic graffiti, and the area was a mess, with a plethora of random, old, and damaged objects scattered everywhere.

"I'm in gang territory," he thought to himself, eventually finding a path which seemed to lead further down to the basement area, where the sounds seemed to emit from. The lights were so dim, but the circumstances seemed to be on his side. The clamoring of traffic and the rain pounding against the building silenced his light footsteps, giving him some advantage. "This has got to be where they are," he said with confidence, as the voices and sounds became clearer. Rats and insects scurried across the floor, occasionally making noise. The bottom of his wet boots was stuck with various papers. "The laundry room," he figured, as he passed an old soda machine, and approached a door, which appeared to be the scene of the disturbing incident. He could hear the voices of a couple of older, rugged males, and a young female, which he was sure, was Clarice. "I'm goin' to fuckin' straighten this shit out!" he thought, his eyebrows heavily furrowed, narrowing his ferocious eyes as he pulled out his pistols, pressing an ear against the hallow wall, listening closely, quietly, sinisterly.

"Ain't no one seen us, shit! Quit fuckin' bein' paranoid, man," a brown bear with black braided hair said, proud of himself that they had gotten away with Clarice.

"I ain't bitchin' or nothin', I'm sayin' that it was too open, we could've been seen, you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't bein' a pussy, I'm just sayin'," a large black bull replied.

"Shut the fuck up 'n let's do this shit. If anyone busts in here, drop his fuckin' ass. Let's get this party started. Get up!" another responded, and seemed to have slapped her. James assumed there were three of them, and the one he had just heard was the leader.

"P.....ple.....please! Please stop!" Clarice was crying. James peered through the crack of the door, as tears rolled down his eyes. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he was going to try to save her, that his dull life took a sharp turn toward deadly ground.

"Take off your clothes, bitch, I'll make it easy for you, by lettin' you do it yourself," the leader was a tall lion, big, muscular, and ragged, with a long red mane.

"N.....no, please.....just.....," Clarice whined, her eyes reddened, strained from crying.

"I ain't playin' wit' your stank skunk ass! We gettin' this done, and I'm makin' this easy for you, so either you do what I fuckin' say, or we'll make it rough 'n nasty," he said in frustration, slashing the wall violently with a black leather whip.

"Shit....." James shivered, his guns trembling in his hands, "Clarice....." The lion slapped her again, making the young woman fall onto the floor, crying loudly in pain and fright.

"I'm goin' to tear you a second asshole, bitch! Get up! Get up! I hate you fuckin' skunks, you sick fuckers," the leader said as he furiously stomped his feet on the floor.

"We're goin' to fill you up to the brim, bitch," the bear said, laughing maliciously.

"I call the pussy," the bull snickered.

"That's mine, bitch," The lion replied in a laugh, "you get the mouth, the bear gets her shitty, stank asshole!" The trio laughed aloud, as Clarice began to obey the leader by removing her clothes, not wanting anymore abuse.

"She's got a fine rack 'n ass though, I'll give her that," the bear said, drinking a large beer. "Okay, one last thing before we get started, honey," the lion stood up close to her, looking down at the small woman, injured, naked, and traumatized. "I want you to say, "Come and get it," he demanded quietly. "Say it, bitch, say it now, or I'll whip you where you stand." Clarice cried as she dropped to her knees in complete dismay, looking down at the floor, believing that all hope for her remained no more. Urine began to roll down her legs and onto the tiles, followed by a release of gas.

-[Chapter Four]-

Another slap sent Clarice crying. "I told you 'bout that fuckin' shit, you dirty bitch!" The leader yelled as he temporarily held his nose in disgust. The trio began to surround her, removing their undergarments, armed with belts, knives, and whips with their guns carelessly placed on top of a nearby washing machine, unveiling their erected penises and slapping her bruised face with them, each descending sac rubbing against her head.

"We goin' to keep you all night! You ain't goin' nowhere! Y'all motherfuckin' skunks deserve this for that sick shit y'all do! We goin' to show y'all how to fuck right!" one of them said sadistically. Time began to run out.

"I'll not fuckin' have this! I'm not goin' to let this shit happen! I'm goin' to fuckin' cut their nuts off!" The primitive rage filled his mind and body, as the cold pistols he clenched tightly shook violently. The trio pinned her down upon the floor as she began to scream and push at them, and just before they could make their move and deprive her of her sacred purity, a loud metallic sound echoed throughout the condemned apartment. The door unhinged and fell upon the floor a couple feet away. The nightmare James had became a reality, only he had the guns, only he was to be feared, only he would be the killer. The entire universe seemed to be in that single room. James could not hear anything, only his thoughts, as everything moved in slow motion, death nearing.

"I'm no better than my father," echoed through his mind, pistols aimed at the villains as they frantically turned around.

"Who the fuck are you?" the leader said, and then yelled aloud, "Drop him!" reaching for a gun.

"Just another discriminator. Just another sick freak. Just like you." Time held still.

"James!" Clarice screamed, and then, there were three flashes of light and fiery ejected particles. The young otter and skunk opened their eyes moments after, and three bloody and lifeless bodies fell upon the linoleum tiles, each with a large, hot bullet hole in the head, fragments of flesh and bone around their corpses. James did not miss once. He couldn't miss. He was in love.

-[Chapter Five]-

"Ja.....James! Dear God!" Clarice ran and pounced her naked body against her sudden savior in unprecedented joy. "Thank God! I'll.....I'll never forget you for this!" she grasped the otter as tight as she possibly could, crying aloud, not wanting to let him go. "James.....," the skunk said once more, lovingly, whimpering.

"I.....I'm.....I'm no better!" He cried aloud, ashamed that he took three lives in what appeared to be a split second. ".....I can't forgive myself for this," he whispered, simultaneously remorseful and proud of himself and his actions.

"You saved me! You did it for.....for me!" she said, looking into his eyes, both their faces drenched in tears. "The world's better without 'em! I'm forever in.....indebted to you!" Hugging each other affectionately, as though they had known each other for a long time, they helped each other up and back upon their feet again. The clothing Clarice had been wearing had been torn and useless.

"Go into the hall for a minute," James politely, yet firmly demanded, taking off his shirt and jacket and letting her cover her nude, cold, injured body with them. He looked down upon the worthless corpses after she had left the laundry room, and began castrating them with their own knives, one by one, stuffing their genitals into their own limp, lifeless mouths. "Discriminators die in discrimination. You did it to yourselves," he said silently, leaving them to rot away together, as the young duo left the site of the incident in apathy, just like the world around them, and carefully made their way back to James' car at the restaurant without being seen. Pulling back into the traffic jam, James noticed that a wrecker had finally arrived to tow the destroyed vehicles out of the intersection, and it would only take a few moments until the traffic could move again.

"Thank you," Clarice said, smiling back at James, holding his hand firmly.

"It's nothing, really. Just did what I thought was right," he responded uneasily, and looking back at the woman of his dreams, he said, "I guess.....I guess sometimes a wrong can make a right." Clarice nodded, leaned upon him, resting her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the traumatic ordeal. James placed an arm around her, gently massaging her fragile, pulchritudinous body.

"If I hadn't met you, I.....I would've been....." she began.

"Please, don't think about that," James interrupted, "You're safe now." The woman snuggled him in warmth as she closed her eyes, trying to put what had just happened as far behind her as possible.

"I'm going to drive by the bridge and get rid of the murder weapons by throwing them into the river, okay? I'll wake you up when we get to my apartment." he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Okay," Clarice replied, holding him, eventually falling asleep.

=[PART 4: THE CONFESSION]=

-[Chapter One]-

James Graham and Clarice Campbell, once strangers to each other one day, then a couple by night. The chronic rain, thunder, and lightning diminished after the attempted rape incident and the death of the three rapist gang members. The night seemed cool and calm again, after James had disposed of the firearms and knife that he used to punish the criminals. The parking space at his apartment area had not been taken. Things finally seemed to be going the way James wanted them to. The vehicle came to an abrupt halt and had awakened Clarice. The tension had finished subsided.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," James proudly said, as the skunk rubbed her eyes a little, followed by brief yawning and stretching. The music and air conditioner in the car immediately faded away as soon as he pulled out the ignition key. "Feeling better?" he asked in concern, holding her shoulder.

"Hold on," Clarice snickered, "just a second," she pointed her rear end towards him, lifted a cheek, closed her eyes with her mouth slightly open, grunted slightly, and let out a good, full, bubbly, and hot fart followed by a sigh. "Ah! There!" she giggled, "Much better!" The both of them laughed aloud, James feeling an erection coming on once the raunchy, acrid, and strong smell kicked in, as he took a deep breath in enjoyment as the both of them got out of the car. "Sorry James, felt bloated back there," She chuckled as she followed the secretly aroused otter into the apartment lobby.

"Business is business," James shrugged, making himself appear as though he took it as a joke, instead of a sexual kink.

"And business is boomin'!" she hugged the otter from behind, smiling cheerfully.

"Boomin' indeed!" James replied, and the both of them laughed. The people in the lobby looked at them strangely. Having gained a reputation as a quiet loner, not only was James with someone, he was with a beautiful girl, and a skunk at that. "I wonder if she let that out on purpose," he thought to himself, ignoring the crowd, "Did she figure me out? Did she really know that I saw her in the back of the store?" Both elevators came down at the same time, and a couple people departed, some giving Clarice a disgusted look.

"This one, this one! I hate big elevators," The skunk said as she pointed to the much smaller one.

"Okay, whatever you say," James replied with a chuckle as they stepped in, hoping she was going to let loose in there, and getting very aroused by thinking about it. The door closed, leaving them alone inside.

"What floor?" she turned around and looked at James, who was behind her, tying his shoes.

"8th," he responded, and as she turned around, he began looking at her backside, catching a whiff of her odor, pleasantly strong.

"Damn," she said as her purse fell on the floor. She bent over, her backside getting closer to his face. "I hate it when I drop stuff," she complained, and then suddenly, a strong, loud fart blasted out of her firm cheeks in a torrent of pungent stench.

"Good God!" James said aloud, feeling the rush of hot air hit his face unexpectedly, as the skunk blushed in embarrassment.

"My goodness, I didn't mean to do that!" she said apologetically as she turned around and looked at him, giving him an innocent smile. The smell of her volatile bowels immediately filled the room.

"No big deal, at least give me a countdown!" James laughed.

"Okay!" she responded snickering, feeling more comfortable around him about her accidents.

"Damn that was a good one," James thought as his erection pushed against his jeans eagerly. Pressing the "8" button, Clarice leaned against the elevator wall as James stood back up, and up to the 8th floor they went.

"I used to blast huge farts in elevators full of people just to piss them off," Clarice began with a snicker, almost flirtatiously. "I guess it's just you and me now!" she said, smiling at him, then putting a hand on one of her cheeks and aiming towards him fiendishly. "Countdown in 5.....4.....3.....," she said giggling, preparing herself for the relief.

"Oh God!" James said laughing, hiding his arousal, playing along. His eyes widened, in great anticipation, wanting her to count faster.

"2.....1.....," she braced herself. "Here it comes!" She playfully snuggled her plump bum firmly against his stiffened crotch, James in complete awe, then suddenly, a blistering, pounding, and intense force of steaming hot air rumbled against his hardened penis, the rapid vibration sending him remarkably close to a complete orgasm.

"Whoa!" James said aloud as Clarice laughed proudly. The fart had to have lasted about almost 10 seconds long in length, and then it subsided.

"Wait! I'm not done!" she continued as she lifted a leg, then a tiny, squeaky one came out, followed by another loud, booming one. "Ahhhhh! Damn that felt good," Clarice sighed aloud, laughing hard, her face reddening. James played along, laughing too, hiding his minor premature ejaculation and intense desire to have her do it again.

"10.0 on the Richter scale!" he said, making her laugh even more. Clarice took a big huff of air and said, "Smells like.....smells like," James interrupted and finished her sentence.

"Ass!" he said, and the both of them laughed together. James loved it.

-[Chapter Two]-

When they reached the 8th floor, the elevator did the normal unstable rumbling, then the door slid open. James and Clarice walked out as Ms. Johnson, the older woman that the otter never liked, stepped in, accompanied by her noisy and annoying friends.

"Jesus Christ! God, woman, get some diapers and put air fresheners in them!" Ms. Johnson rudely remarked, as she and her friends gave the skunk grimaces of pain.

"Have a nice ride down," Clarice replied, pointing her rear toward them, and letting out a brutal ripper. The victims of her fetid wrath made contorted facial expressions of disgust.

"Get out of here, you disgusting skunk!" a friend of Ms. Johnson said angrily. James laughed as they held their noses while the door gradually closed.

"Good timing, I hate that woman!" James said, complimenting her belligerent bowels.

"No problem. It was fun! I wish that society enjoyed the fun of farting. It'd be even better if it turned guys on! I hate girls that are too prude, and guys that expect us to be so clean!" she responded with a snicker. James smiled at her.

"Is she playin' with my head, or just havin' fun or somethin'?" he thought to himself, confused and feeling as though she was doing it for fun instead of attracting him. "I'm sure she gets aroused by it! I saw her in the back of the store masturbating and farting at the same time! I can't take it anymore. I need to know. I have to tell her!" he pledged. Clarice leaned against the wall as she watched James opening the door. "Damn key," he said, "Give me a minute." Clarice looked around for a moment and then looked at him again, checking him out from top to bottom.

"Hard, huh?" she said with a smile. James, misinterpreting what she said, frantically looked at her with a nervous expression, perspiring.

"What are you talkin' about?" he asked immediately. The skunk laughed and reiterated herself.

"It's hard, huh?" The shy otter nervously looked at her, taking what she said the wrong way.

"Clarice, I.....about that.....you see, I.....never mind, I'll talk to you about it inside. I'm sorry," he said apologetically, almost in complete shame. Her expression immediately changed from happy to confused and concerned, worried that she said or did something wrong.

"What? It's no big deal, it's just a lil' ol' doorknob, silly. You don't have to be perfect in front of me or anything! No pressure, I'm not rushin' you!" she giggled, hoping to assuage his tension, as the door finally opened.

"She was talkin' about the fuckin' doorknob, you idiot!" James thought to himself in embarrassment and frustration. "Well, ladies first!" he said, and Clarice went inside, thanking him along the way.

-[Chapter Three]-

"It's quite comfortable in here," she said, curiously looking around.

"It's a mess. I'm not much for cleanliness, I suppose," the otter responded as he placed their shoes into a nearby closet just beside the door.

"I see you like it a little dirty," she snickered, swaying her tail around and playing with her jet black hair, getting herself comfortable after a long and incredibly unusual day.

"I guess you can say that," he replied. They looked at each other for a brief moment in silence, then began laughing a bit at the vulgar, sexual innuendo. "Make yourself right at home," James continued as he reached into the refrigerator and drank a little bit of grape soda. "You want somethin' to drink? I've got plenty to go around," he then asked as the skunk sat down on his couch.

"Well, I think I'd better change my attire, in case you've forgotten," she smiled, looking at herself, still covering her pulchritudinous, nude body with his brown leather jacket and grey shirt.

"Good point. You look like a prostitute doin' home delivery service. You know, not that I mind," he remarked with a laugh, a vulgar joke made all in good heart.

"You shut up," she giggled, "Do you have any spare clothes layin' around that I could wear, if you don't mind?" she requested, almost as though she was complaining. Putting his beverage away, he burped a bit and sat on his recliner, looking at her, recollecting his thoughts.

"No problem. Follow me," he said. The skunk followed him into his room, which he usually didn't sleep in. After he had turned on a lamp, James opened up a couple of drawers of his dresser, and showed her what he had available. "Well, make your choice," he said, "and have fun." Clarice looked inside, and nodded to him in approval.

"This'll do just fine, thank you!" she said, stopping James for a moment before he left the room. "James, I'd hate to take up your time and money or anything, but do you think you could, you know, go out and grab a quick dinner from a fast food place? I'm gettin' pretty hungry after all that's happened today," she requested, looking at him innocently, seeming as though she was trying to hypnotize him, as if she hadn't done that already. James smiled in return.

"No problem. I'm gettin' the munchies myself. What would you like?" he asked, spinning his several keys around his index finger while leaning against a wall, waiting for her to respond.

"You know that new place that just opened near central park?" she asked. James squinted his eyes, then confirmed.

"Of course. That's the place I parked my car at when I came lookin' for you," he said with a nod, trying to forget about the incident.

"It has a lot of good food there. I'd like a bean burrito with extra beans, red beans and rice with extra beans, and a chili and cheese sandwich with extra cheese. The whole meal might sound expensive, but they're pretty cheap," she elaborated persuasively.

"You like 'em beans, don't you?" He smirked, thinking about her chronic farting that he loved to smell so much.

"Damn straight!" she replied enthusiastically, squeezing out a reeking ripper. "I'm runnin' out! I need a refill!" she then remarked with a laugh.

"I'm on the way," he rolled his eyes with a chuckle, and began to make his way out.

"I appreciate it! You're so nice!" she called out to him kindly before he left.

"Anytime, but just make sure you don't stink the place up while I'm gone," he joked, hoping that she actually would.

"I'll try!" she laughed, and then the otter made his way out in blithe happiness, glad to have a potential mate staying with him.

-[Chapter Four]-

Clarice thought highly of the young otter, not only because he had saved her life that day, but because she enjoyed his personality and presence, and felt confident that she had him figured. "I think know what turns you on, baby," she giggled to herself joyously. "Finally a cute man that I can really have smelly fun with!" The urge to go to the bathroom eventually entered her mind, triggered by the loud rumbling and sudden gas buildup, but then she decided to hold it in, thinking about the arousing possibilities of the pleasant night. "These should give me some more attention," she said to herself as she picked out her clothes, pulling out and putting on some really tight black exercise shorts made with firm spandex material to show off her toned legs and firm buttocks. Then, she wore a small, plain white shirt as a top, lifted it up, and made a neat knot in the front to show off a large amount of her flat and shapely belly. "I need some more evidence," she thought as she walked into the main room, where the television remained on, holding in her intense farts for him, in case she managed to get him into some loud, putrid, and dirty action later. Noticing a relatively new desktop computer sitting in a corner with the monitor still on, she figured he would have downloaded multimedia catering to such a fetish. Clarice made herself comfortable on his computer chair, and then began the search. "10:00 P.M. I only met the man about 5 hours ago, he saved my life, let me stay with him, and I'm already lovin' him," she smiled affectionately at the thoughts of him, wanting to repay him to the fullest, as she dug her way into his internet history lists and cookies, including recently opened files and other significant data. Minutes later, she managed to find a digital photograph album. "What do we have here?" she asked herself, skimming through the files, seeing high resolution pictures of what appeared to be relatives and family, but hardly who seemed to be friends. A family photograph revealed that he is an only child, and his father was a heavily religious pastor. "Cool stuff," she said, nodding to herself. Eventually finding his personal folder, containing additional folders that stored miscellaneous photographs, downloaded songs, pirated software, and other relatively common things, she couldn't seem to find any pornographic material. "I guess I'll have to look even deeper," she said to herself, changing an option to access hidden files and folders, and sure enough, a secret and private folder labeled, "Blissful Curses" appeared. "It must be hard for him to live with," she said in concern after she read the title of the folder, carrying negative connotations. It contained a lot of scat and farting videos as well as images, archived and organized, made from all over the world. The skunk became aroused as she watched some of the videos, stroking herself gently, devoted to giving James her contribution by a tenfold in extremities. "If you like all these mediocre attempts, I'll show you the real deal, honey!" she snickered, and then suddenly, the door opened, and James returned back with their meal. "10:15," the clock read, and she realized that she had everything she needed to know to reel him in for a pleasant night. The teasing undoubtedly had to continue. Concealing the files and folders that she dug into, she pretended she never touched the computer, and confronted the otter happily. "Welcome home, my hero!" she said cheerfully, hugging him, and then patting his head as he sat down to remove his shoes.

"Nice outfit!" he said in surprise, totally loving what she picked out.

"It's just a little something I thought you'd like to see me wear," she giggled, then squeezed out a nicely pumped, juicy, and acrid fart near his face to keep his attention, and it did indeed, as always. "There goes my lunch!" she giggled with a blush, holding her mouth. "I tried not to stink everything up while you were gone, so I decided to wait until you came back!" she said with a mischievous grin, as James smiled back.

"Well, at least you managed to hold it in long enough!" The couple sat down at the dining table together and prepared their meals.

-[Chapter Five]-

"You got the food pretty fast there, James," she began, munching down her burrito, enjoying the taste of the delectable beans, hoping that they would bloat her up as much as possible for her upcoming plans of intimate action.

"I guess the traffic totally leveled down after the intersection wreck got cleared up, thank goodness," he said in relief, eating a double cheeseburger and some fries with a soda.

"Definitely, 'cause accidents happened chronically throughout the day," Clarice added in.

"This place is running rampant of piss poor drivers," James said in annoyance at the thoughts. "You told me you came from outside of the state," he began, changing the subject. Clarice finished eating the burrito and wiped her hands with a clean napkin.

"I came up here from down south. I hated the place. There's so much racism and prejudice there, and a lot of people poked fun at me when I grew up 'cause I'm a skunk and all, talkin' 'bout me smellin' worse than the guys after they play football games and shit." James sipped on his soda as he nodded sympathetically, while she continued. "It's impossible gettin' away. That's why I like you so much. You like me for who and what I am. It's hard to find people like you." The otter smiled warmly, appreciating her kind words, but feeling praised for qualities he didn't believe he had.

"Judgin' one on the outside is a crime we all commit. We're all hypocrites and immoral in some way, shape, or form. I'm not a demon, but I'm not a saint. You're incredibly beautiful, but don't get me wrong, you're definitely just as good of a woman on the inside too."

Clarice grinned, "You're a good man," she said, giving him that cute smile that he loved to see so much.

"You used my computer?" James suddenly asked, noticing a couple of minimized folders on the taskbar on the desktop screen.

"Just a little," she replied nervously, eyes widened, stammering a bit as the otter stood up to see what she did, realizing that his deepest perversions have been unveiled to her. "James, I.....it's okay.....I already knew," Clarice said innocently as walked up to him. The otter appeared stunned, locked in shyness, and out of words to say.

"Cla.....Clarice," The skunk interrupted him, hugging him as affectionately as she could.

"I'm so sorry, James, I just had to be sure, that's all. I hope.....I hope you're not mad at me." The both of them paused in a brief hiatus of mutual uneasiness.

"I.....I saw you.....the store, everything," James stuttered out. "I'm so sorry, I'm.....I'm so fucked up, my own.....my own family hates me for liking it!" Clarice looked down, slightly in embarrassment, understanding his plight, and kissed his cheek softly.

"No, James, there's nothing wrong with you, so don't be ashamed. I already figured out that someone saw me, I.....I just had to be sure that it was you," she admitted. The otter looked away from her, too afraid to say the one thing he had never told anyone, the one thing he dreaded to tell a soul, in fear of being humiliated, rejected, and debased.

"The thin.....the thing I need you to und.....understand is," he began, breathing heavily, as a tear shined in his eye, remembering how much his family hated him, especially his father. "I.....I liked it a lot.....I get so.....so aroused, the things that.....that you do, the smell, the sound.....the way you do it, it's so.....Clarice, I want it so much, so badly, for you to, you know....." James managed to look into her eyes as he said the words the best that he could, and Clarice looked into his, smiling joyously, wiping the tears off his face. The fact that he dealt with the reoccurring rejection, but remaining kind and sane, only made him seem all the more meritorious to her.

"James, it's okay," she began caringly, "I.....I can give it all to you.....in any way and as much as you want.....anytime you feel the need.....I'll feed you," Clarice said, vowing to make him happy. The both of them hugged and kissed each other affectionately, feeling their eager bodies, so tense at the heat of the moment in the need to feed the hunger inside. Clarice had much to give, and James had so much to prepare for. Though it was all mutual, both of them felt a need to make up for lost times, feeling that they were meant for one another, and later during that night of confession, they planned to celebrate their special unity to the fullest.

=[PART 5: SATE THE LUST]=

-[Chapter One]-

The apartment James Graham resided in had a flourishing aura. It had once been a desolate and bitter shelter, where he would incarcerate himself at his computer in the nook of the room, masturbating at raunchy scat and fart pornography, temporarily freeing the guilt and the perversion from his mind. Finally, after meeting Clarice Campbell, rescuing her from a violent attempted rape by slaughtering three brute gangbangers, and confessing his lust for her, his innermost desires, perversions, and fetishes were going to be joyously fulfilled. The room was dim and pleasingly cool, yet no longer engulfed in grim loneliness, but rather enticing romance. "11:45," the clock read, as James and Clarice relaxed on his sofa together with the television muted. Behind his love, James cuddled, massaged, and hugged Clarice gently.

"Almost time," he whispered into her ear, then kissed, licked, and sucked at her warm, furry neck as she rubbed her plump bottom against his crotch, teasing him with small grunts and fetid farts. They had made an agreement after their confessions to each other earlier that day, that James would have to wait until midnight before they would make pungently filthy love to each other. He did not need an explanation. She needed time for to digest her incredibly large and gassy meal that she had earlier that night. He wanted her seemingly limitless bowels to be completely loaded with acridly volcanic gas and full to the brim with thick and heavy scat beyond the physically possible.

"You're an eager, hungry man, aren't you, baby?" she asked teasingly, releasing another steamy, puffy fart through the tight spandex shorts she wore, rumbling upon his rapidly hardening penis, firmly rubbing her bum up and down his crotch at a satisfying pace, caressing his grey, furry face with her long, bushy, smelly, black tail. She had him right where she wanted him. He had been biting on her baits for hours like a starving fish in a lonely pond, and he only had to endure just a mere 15 minutes of her arousing foreplay.

"That I am," he said quietly, inhaling the smell with pleasure. His deepened voice sounded like a tune to her ears, pleading for her to cut off his internal chains and let him loose, begging for her to sate his burning lust inside. "Save the gas, baby." he murmured a couple of times. Clarice could feel his penis completely erect and hardened, scented with her flavor. It would only be moments before she would feel it piercing aggressively between her firm, succulent legs, deep inside of her anus like a fully charged jackhammer pounding through the thick boulders that would be her scat. Her vagina throbbed for it. Her eyes halfway closed, and the clock showed, "11:50."

"I wouldn't run out for you, James, there's so much for you to inhale," she teased alluringly as she felt his firm, masculine hands tightly gripped upon her plump, round, breasts, still covered by the old, thin, white, shirt that she borrowed from him earlier. The knot still there, exposing her flat and toned stomach. "Let me help you with those, honey," she continued with a slight moan as she placed her smaller, feminine hands upon his, and together, they gently squeezed them, feeling her hardening nipples, ripe and ready for his craving lips to suck. "Ooooo, I like that!" she grinned and giggled sexily, making the young otter smile warmly in return, even more excited.

-[Chapter Two]-

The couple had stripped themselves down to their undergarments. The feeling of their warm skin and fur had only made Clarice more aroused, and James more driven to thrust inside of her, as premature ejaculation had already begun to secrete through his urethra and left a dark stain on the front of his blue underwear. "11:55," they noticed, and the sofa became an oven, heating up with intense desire.

"Is that boiled, steamin' meat I feel back there, baby?" Clarice asked, feeling the stickiness of the tepid discharge through the rear of her white panties, stained a moderately dark shade of brown in the steamy, smelly area where her tight scat chute waited. "It needs a little more seasoning," she said, followed by a harder grunt and tighter squeeze of her abdominal muscles, and then a loud, hot anal burp erupted through her cheeks and upon James' crotch, staining his underwear where the tip of his penis rested. "That's much better, wouldn't you agree?" she giggled, rubbing her bum against his crotch harder and faster, coupled with occasional smaller farts, just enough for James' premature ejaculate to sift through their undergarments and onto her moist and brown anus.

"Ugh!" James grunted, feeling a tight contraction in his penis, as additional premature ejaculate secreted through. "Baby, it's too much, I can't wait any longer.....it's so hard," he begged, holding her waist tightly as he began to thrust against her backside while she continued to fart infinitely, the powerful vibration shaking and staining his crotch and underwear while the smell burned through his nostrils, erecting his penis even more. "Smother me! Feed me!" he pleaded, unable to endure the foreplay any longer. Clarice grinned and laughed sensually, massaging and stroking her vagina and clitoris vigorously, prolonging his urge, making him wait.

"The oven's still goin', dear, you'll have your brownies soon," she said as she changed her position, turning to see his face, her beloved bottom faced away from him, "Just 5 more minutes, baby." Looking into each other's eyes, the stench of Clarice's chronic farting and stained panties remained incredibly thick and soupy in the air, and the subtle smell of James' slight ejaculate was barely perceptible, dominated by her anal gas. "You hold yours in, and I'll hold mine in, okay? Put me on top, will you?" she requested kindly, and James obeyed, immediately laying on his back as he lifted his lover up with his strong arms and placed her upon his lap, her steaming anus directly touching his throbbing penis, the fabric of his underwear and her panties the only things stopping him from digging inside of the chute.

"That's more like it. Thank you, baby, you're so sweet!" she said, giving him the cutest of smiles as she blew him a kiss with a sexy gesture. Clarice began to repeatedly bounce herself gently upon his lap and rub her covered anus against his concealed penis, farting heavily, with bits and chunks of scat coming out occasionally, accentuating the stench. "Ahhhhh! Breathe that one in, James, it's a killer," she moaned aloud, the smell extremely strong, and James could see the thick brown stains on her panties and the skid marks she made on his underwear getting larger, darker, hotter, and stickier, the small chunks of scat becoming more prominent. "One more! One more! Hold me! The waist! Hold it!" she demanded aloud, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her stomach, her abdominal muscles straining violently.

"That's got to be a truck or somethin' outside, 'cause that's just too damn loud," James said in surprise and disbelief, listening attentively, realizing that it really was coming from her stomach, hearing it rumble and growl monstrously. He firmly placed his hands on her serene, slender, and curved waist and pushed her bottom downward, and thrust his penis upward against her anus tightly. "Okay, whenever you're ready for takeoff," he said with an enthusiastic grin, deeply inhaling her anal odor, like a poor, starving man in poverty smelling a gourmet meal fit for the highest of royalty. The skunk heaved heavily while holding her stomach as she flexed her buttocks. The rumbling, stentorian noise of the intestinal furnace inside of her luscious body indicated that a massive fecal and gaseous discharge was indeed imminent.

-[Chapter Three]-

The clocked struck midnight as the couple's impatience transformed into an intense binge. The wait and foreplay ended, just as promised. There was nothing to restrain, only to release. Clarice shouted, demanding for him to hold and squeeze her waist tighter as she rocked her bum side to side, up and down once more, burying his throbbing penis, which remained trapped in his severely stained underwear, as deep as she could for the full effect. "It's comin'!" she announced, her jet black hair messy, with the long strands hanging over her cute, partially flushed face. With a swift gesture, she swayed her long, serene, straight hair behind her, and lifted her face towards the ceiling, her mouth slightly opened with a sensual sigh, a subtle, sexy smile emerging. Her aromatic farting never seemed to leave the room. It was all there for them to breathe. The soupy thickness formed a dense, humid, and moist brown fog, making distant objects in the dim room partially obscure in the gaseous anal haze.

"I feel it at the tip of my chocolate tube," she told her lover, looking down upon him, rocking herself up and down, her magnificently voluminous breasts bouncing with every smooth, curvy move she made. "I feel it! Here it comes! Ohhhhh! Agh! Errrrr.....er.....erg.....gah.....gahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried viciously loud, unconcerned for their neighbors. The skunk was jerking violently while trying to hold still, her hands tightly squeezed into shaking fists while her face made a contorted grimace of intensity, and all of her bodily muscles flexed completely, performing the final, punishing strain that would commence their celebration. James immediately braced himself for the impending treat. His teeth were gritted tightly, and his eyes were clenched shut hard enough for tears to secrete.

"Let it out! Pump, baby! Pump! Squeeze it all out for me!" James encouraged eagerly, thrusting underneath her anus, holding her waist tightly for her support. In just a split second later, a monstrously growling, rumbling, blistering, sweltering, piping hot torrent of rancid stench blasted out from between her innocently beautiful cheeks like a staggering volcanic eruption. A massive hole appeared in her panties instantaneous as it violently rushed out, as though it had been hit by a shotgun round. Their elasticity proved shamefully inferior and could not suppress the unruly strength of her gaseous destruction. The fabric of her panties, once white like the clouds on a clear day, became heavily soiled with thick and sticky chunks of scat, complemented and doused with copious amounts of hot urine and warm vaginal secretions. "My God! Clari.....Clarice, that was incredible!" James exclaimed in complete amazement. The rumbling upon his stained and reddening penis had endured unparalleled vibration, faster and more violent than the hands of a soldier firing a machine gun. He had a steaming pile of a mess upon his lap, spread around like a butter knife smearing peanut butter and jelly across a slice of white bread. "It.....it's.....smokin'! Check it out!" he beckoned to his mate, pointing at the pile upon him, the hot discharge partially smoking.

"I'm guessin' it's 'cause I tend to be a loose cannon, you know? Cannon's smoke after they fire a round, and so do I!" she said, and the couple laughed along together as she wiped a bit of sweat off of her forehead, taking a brief moment to recollect herself. "Mmmmm," she hummed, resting in place, closing her eyes, and sniffing calmly as she moved her head slowly from side to side. "That's good cookin'!" she snickered playfully, kissing James' lips, face, and neck gently. "Take a taste test!" she immediately requested, massaging her stomach in preparation for the upcoming mess.

"I'll go easy on the critique," James joked as he dipped his finger into the steaming pile that she delivered to his lap, scooping up a thick amount of her batch, and then suddenly fingered her anus.

"Ooooo!" she jumped, a bit surprised at his sudden probe inside of her. "A lil' more batter? I'll let you lick the bowl clean when we're done!" she teased, moaning as she began to embrace the enjoyment of the insertion. Probing his finger deeper, making circular rotations inside her anus while she stroked her vagina, James suddenly felt a puff of fart rush through. "Just a lil' somethin' I thought I'd add. Would you like some fries with that? How about some juicy, skunk pie?" she giggled. Pulling out his finger, James gradually tucked it in his mouth and closed his eyes. "Well, how're the brownies, Mr. Food Critic?" she asked with a smile of anticipation.

"Mama mia, now that's a spicy meatball!" he exclaimed, licking his lips and fingers clean, making Clarice laugh at his relatively accurate imitation of an Italian accent.

"Whoops!" she said, accidentally releasing another burst of gas due to her laughter, "Couldn't help myself that time! I'm sure you don't mind," she winked with a grin. "Here you go," she continued, ripping off her demolished panties and tossing them upon his face. "A lil' somethin' for you to sniff on while we fuck the night away!" she snickered, tossing her large bra over the smelly sofa, completely nude. "Get naked! It's time for the good stuff!" A wide smile stretched across James' face. He gladly allowed her to dominate over his sexually submissive tendencies. It was all in the name of good fun and humor, disguising and slightly dampening the heated love and passion they deeply felt for each other. James tore off his unusable underwear and preserved the remaining load she had dropped, and Clarice pointed her rear to him and told him to smear the delectable mess all over her cheeks. "There we go," she said in satisfaction after he had soon finished. The fur upon her entire rear end was smeared dark brown, emitted her strong scent to the fullest. "You've tasted my chunky, steamin', 'n stinkin' brownies, and now I want to taste your grilled, broiled, scented 'n leakin' hotdog, honey," she looked at him over a shoulder, shaking her plump, dirty buttocks with a couple of loud and smelly farts just in front of his fully exposed and pulsing penis, teasing him. With the lick of her full lips and her lovely eyes narrowed in sensual intimidation, she ordered, "Put your beef in my butt! We're goin' to spice it up with some shit sauce!" James wrapped her soiled panties around his face, firmly held her awaiting cheeks with his dirty hands, and smiled blissfully. It was her first time. It was his first time. They were going to make best out of it. They were going to make it last.

-[Chapter Four]-

The filthy, soiled, and drenched sofa had been converted into a comfortable bed for additional space for more arousing positions and even kinkier activities. Modifying the bed gave them enough time to calm down so they could last longer and prolong any orgasms. Clarice resumed her position on her hands and knees, eagerly pointing her heavily soiled, soaked, stinky, and stained rump up to her lover. James had her panties, drenched in urine, vaginal secretions, and loads and smears of her defecation, still tightly stretched over his face. The nude bodies heaved amid the brown haze.

"Take it nice and slow, baby," Clarice kindly asked, wanting to feel his erected penis gradually descending into her abyssal, acrid, contracting chute. "Rub the tip around it. Poke it in a little. Lube it up. Tease me, James." The otter, controlling his heavy breathing, obeyed silently as he held his penis firmly, placing his tip upon her opening, covered with chunks of smeared, sticky, freshly hot scat. He moved his reddened, throbbing, and leaking tip around the pungent entrance in a circular motion, collecting bits of scat and leaving trails of premature ejaculate. "That's it. I like that!" she said in satisfaction, squeezing out constant puffs of her anal steam as he continued. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, squeezing out several more, thickening the air as she lifted her plump rear higher to him.

"Ohhhhh," James sighed, closing his eyes, deeply breathing in the thick and soupy stench in the air as he felt the internal contractions in his groin pumping at evenly paced intervals. Taking his other hand, he rubbed the collected fudge along his penis, lubricating it for the upcoming insertion as he gazed into her hole, desperately wanting to drill deep inside of it. "Ohhhhh baby," he said again deeply, "Command me to do more for you," he joyously requested. "Anything you want."

"Of course, dear, of course," she said kindly, massaging her stimulated breasts as she ordered him to continue. "Put the tip inside. Just the tip, baby." Clarice closed her eyes, focusing on the upcoming feeling, concentrating on preparing more gas to emit. "Oh! O.....oh!" she exclaimed, feeling her entrance gradually spread open with a brief, loud, and unintended fart as his leaking tip made its way inside, making squishy and wet noises as it penetrated. "Ahhhhh!" she sighed aloud, arching her back dramatically in great stimulation, her breasts tightly pressed against the dirty sofa cushions. "Yes! Yes! Good boy!" she complimented, rubbing her vagina steadily, releasing some gas as she had done so. "Push it in slowly, honey, slowly," she requested. James appreciated her good sense of timing and patience. It made him all the more aroused. "The meat's comin' in the oven."

"I love you so much. I'm so glad I met you, so glad.....so kind and beautiful," James moaned to her quietly, holding his stained scrotum as he gradually pushed his throbbing tube, completely smeared with her batch, into her clogged tank. "Pay at the pump. Unleaded, medium grade, or premium?" he asked with a snicker, his penis almost halfway inserted, as she continued to moan and fart in rapid succession, a bit of liquid scat dripping from her opening.

"Ohhhhh! Diesel, honey. Ahhhhh! Heavier. Agh! Oilier. Oo.....ooooo. Better. Ugh! You've forgotten that I've already got gas, and tons of it!" she murmured ecstatically, intensely aroused, as her genitals squirted heavy secretion and dripped upon the sofa, followed by a slight stream of hot urine, adding a special touch to the aroma in the air. Each tightly squeezed contraction, as the violently pulsing penis descended, increased her arousal exponentially, making her stroke and fart faster, harder, and louder. Her gigantic batches of scat pushed against his hardened tip as the huge farts rushed through, fecal residue dripping out of her anus in copious amounts, lubricating them greatly. "Okay, James!" she swayed her hair back vigorously, breathing rapidly and heavily. "Okay," she continued, then paused. "You wanted it, and you're goin' to get it! Dig in! Pound! Drill! Thrust into me, baby!" James widened his eyes in great surprise at her sudden jolt of energy. It overcharged him, and with an exuberant grin upon his face, he immediately obeyed.

-[Chapter Five]-

Upon her tiring hands and knees as her excited lover vigorously thrust inside of her filthy, noisy, and poignant anus, Clarice squeezed and massaged herself, embracing the throbbing, hard, and leaking penis pumping behind her like an oily steel piston. Rapidly stroking her reddening, drenched vagina, she squeezed her abdominal muscles as hard as she could, straining and forcing out loud and watery farts followed by endlessly acrid streams of partially solid scat that rushed along her anal walls, further lubricating the penetration. Each time James thrust himself inside, the impact of his lap and her buttocks along with the penis sliding inside her messy rear made loud, slippery, and sticky noises.

"Ohhhhh.....ahhhhh!" Clarice said happily, licking her lips in satisfaction. Her body rocked back and forth rapidly after each pump, sending her plump breasts bouncing back and forth. "Ooooo, baby," she moaned once more to her lover. "Hold on," she said, pulling away from him, her stomach rumbling and growling loudly again. "Lay down, honey," she demanded, and James gladly obeyed, his penis still erected, completely covered with enormously thick layers of her sticky scat, as though it was desperately screaming to get back inside of her again. "Did you like that?" she asked, lying down beside him.

"Definitely," the otter responded without hesitation, removing her panties from his face, completely anxious for more, hoping that she did not tire out. "We're not done, are we?" he quietly asked, a hint of subtle dissatisfaction in his partially trembling voice. The eyes of his lover suddenly widened, and she immediately rolled over without saying a word, turned her striped back to him, lifted her bushy tail high, and planted her plump, stinky, soiled rump against his face tightly, smothering his stained nostrils against her filth hole.

"What?" Clarice asked coldly, demanding an immediate answer, while her soaked genitals grinded against his lips and mouth, dripping with urine and vagina secretions. "What did you say?"

"Mmph!" James murmured helplessly as his mate vigorously pounded her beautiful bum against his smothered, stained, and asphyxiated face, punishing him for his doubt in her sexual longevity. The otter could barely breathe, and the force she exerted upon his face was too great to overcome.

"What do you take me for?" the skunk asked firmly, dominating her mate playfully with her plump behind. "Come on, tell me," she demanded. The otter uttered a small, muffled plea, and before the woman could decipher his apologetic cries, she immediately unleashed and blistering wave of steaming air out of her loosened chute, completely rendering his begging inaudible. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she teased, rocking her hips, smearing the chunks of scat on her gaseous rump all over his face. "I can't hear you!" she said, releasing another butt blast upon his victimized face. "Okay, I'll let you breathe, dear," she told him with sympathy, lifting her soiled butt off of him.

The otter immediately let out a loud gasp for air, and began to pant wildly underneath her. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he begged, and she mercifully nodded with a mischievous grin and narrowed eyes, followed by a playful, sexy wink.

"Good boy," she said, patting his head gently with a cute smile. "Open your mouth," she then commanded, "It's time for a midnight snack." Clarice remained in a bent stance, her toned, stained, and plump buttocks towering above him, dripping with fresh urine, warm sexual fluids, and rancid excrement. Entirely prepared, the otter nodded, and the skunk descended her rear and planted it forcefully upon his face, her putrid anus entirely engulfed inside of his mouth. Rocking herself, she firmly buried all should could of James' face into between her succulent cheeks, and lifted her bushy tail up into the air. "Get ready," she said teasingly, and finally, she began to relief herself.

James heard his mate grunt constantly, and felt continuous torrents of deafening farts rip through her anus and tear against his soaked, soiled tongue, rumbling against the inside flesh of his cheeks, truly an oral earthquake. Streams of golden urine and clear vaginal ejaculate dripped upon his neck and chest as she tightened her beautiful abdominal muscles, and as she forcefully strained herself, the otter felt a massive, hard tip of a endlessly stretching log poke out against his tongue as he rimmed her. He could not believe she still had anything left inside of her. It was like her body was a factory producing endless amounts of waste at the fastest of speeds. Suddenly, a huge, greasy log shot out loudly like a bullet and filled his entire mouth in less than a second. The otter heaved from his nostrils deeply as his eyes turned watery, and he heard Clarice demand for him to chew it all up and suck it down. The greasy, hard log felt like thick and sticky meatballs against his teeth as he began chewing, and after each resentful swallow, more truckloads of scat were dumped into his crowded mouth, refilling it back up to the very brim until there was no more room left to fill. Clarice would not lift herself off of him until she was done dumping, and until he was done eating, and this was going to take a while. The taste of the load was bitter, and the texture was slippery and chunky as it descended down his throat. Another log then dropped, which was greasier and thicker than before, and then another, and another, each time with several more farts that were louder and longer then before. James massaged her cheeks, thighs, and hips gently, and then tried to grasp her waist and lift her up a little in an attempt to rest himself, but she would not budge.

"Just a couple more logs to go, James, can you handle it? It doesn't matter, right? I'm going to keep it comin', and you're goin' to keep eatin' until I'm done, and I'm talkin' ebout all of it!" Clarice said with a strain. "That's right! It's my love to you, baby, and I love you a lot!" she continued, farting loudly with a strained grunt and another clump of scat upon his tongue. "A lot!" The skunk grabbed his throbbing penis, covered in a massive layer of her scat. Squeezing, rubbing, tugging, licking, and sucking it lovingly, she whispered, "Keep it in James, and your horny, dirty, and naughty little skunk will let you shoot into her ass soon, every single drop you've got left," she teased, continuing to relief herself into him, with her beautiful eyes closed as she tucked his penis into her mouth again, knowing that the lovemaking would end soon. She felt the urge to reach her climax and give her mate everything she had. James was begging for it as badly as the feeling between her legs. "Clean it off, James," she quietly ordered, and moaned as she felt is soaked, warm tongue lashing against her strained, loose, and dirty chute.

-[Chapter Six]-

"Clarice," James moaned her name deeply as he buried his snout into her rear tightly, occasionally kissing and sucking between her legs as affectionately as he could. A part of his lover was inside of him, much more than he had ever asked for, and he cooed in intense desire to put a part of him inside of her. "I can't hold it in any longer," he said, knowing that she knew this as well. His scrotum bulged with his enlarged, raised testicles, and his penis was swollen and heavily veined, pulsating wildly, full to the brim with teaspoons and teaspoons of ejaculate. The skunk sucked down her own scat from it clean with her full, luscious lips, smeared brown. The brown haze that surrounded them was as strong and thick as ever, and as they continued satisfying each other, they both knew that their bodies demanded to finish and call it a night of passionate lovemaking.

"I can't either, baby," she whispered to him, "You're ready, aren't you?" she asked, turning herself around, sending a wave of aroma past his face while he nodded rapidly, captivating his senses, making him more eager than ever to release himself into her. "Allow me," she told him, sitting upon his naked, furry chest as she comforted him by putting a nice pillow under his head, and kissed his forehead as she sent a hand through his ruffled hair. "Comfortable?" she asked, and he nodded. Wrapping her soiled, drenched panties around the his head, keeping the spot where all of the scat was dumped directly upon his nose, she licked her stained lips with a smile as she looked down on him, her plump breasts towering just below her perfect face. "There, that's better," she purred, and squatted herself just above the tip of his penis, closing her eyes as she felt his strong hands tightly gripped upon her waists. Feeling the sudden penetration into her empty, loose, and rancid chute, Clarice yelped, and soon found herself rocking up and down upon his bulging pipe violently. "Oh! Oh my, ohhhhh!"

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" James exclaimed aloud, feeling her tight contractions of her dirty anal walls squeezing against his tube rapidly while she farted several times more, never seeming to stop, only to begin again. "Ahhhhh! Damn!" he cried, jamming, thrusting, and pounding her hole as hard as he could, as urine and vaginal juices shot out of her and onto his stomach copiously. "Come on! Come on! Fart some more, baby! That's it!" he begged, watching her face redden deeply as her full, round, voluminous breasts wobble and bobble rapidly, her hardened nipples leaking. James tightened his grip, and his beloved mate yelped innocently in minor pain and simultaneous arousal, farting nonstop, filling the air with fresh emissions, giving whatever she could to her lover. "Ohhhhh! Uhhhhn!" the otter strained with gritted teeth, his neck muscles intensely defined as he shot his head back into the pillow. "It's coming! It's coming, baby! Pump it out of me! Come on!"

"Nyahhhhh!" Clarice cried, her neck craned back as she flung her long, black hair over her head, flexing her muscles tightly as she arched her back while she tightly gripped her hands upon his chest muscles. "Mmmmmph!" she strained and grunted, pushing out a forceful series of farts that rumbled aloud upon his lap as it pounded and shot against the penis inside of her in a raging fury of stench. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" It was all just the two of them in their own little world of personal ecstasy. The sounds of the disgruntled apartment neighbors above, below, and across from them banging against their walls to silence the lovers did nothing but arouse them further.

With a loud, desperate gasp for air, Clarice shot her head up, facing the ceiling with eyes wide open, letting out the most brutal and loudest fart she had ever made, as she felt a stream of intensely hot ejaculate burst from inside of James and into her messy hole. "Aaaaagh!" the both of them cried out at once in synchronized unity, as a clear, thick stream of gooey fluid blasted out from Clarice's vagina in a violent spray like an angry geyser while she stroked it with a paw vigorously. Teaspoons of James' ejaculate filled her filthy anus with each loaded contraction of his orgasm, sending rivers dripping from her opening and down the stem of his penis, all the way to the base and upon his sac.

-[Chapter Seven]-

Time seemed to have stood still, and everything around them seemed to have temporarily frozen. A brief moment of lightheadedness and sporadic shivering shot through their hot and sweaty bodies, and suddenly, the erotic allure of the aromatic stench and the creamy loads of scat retrogressed back into what they really were, mere bodily waste and stench. The feeling was mutual between the two of them, for this was already to be expected. The flaming desires of lust have been sated, and all that remained was just the two of them and the love they felt for each other, not the sex. While the climax diminished, the two of them were silent. There was not much to say, since they had finished what they had always wanted to do for so long. They gazed at each other, as though they still had to process the fact that what they had done was wanted and real. It was a temporary state of subtle confusion and relaxation. The throbbing of their genitals had ceased, and began to return to their normal, relaxed state. The waste, fluids, and sweat began to feel cold.

"I love you," Clarice told James with an affectionate smile. Her face was sweetly cute and innocent instead of the mischievous, naughty, and raunchy sexual side of her. It was the beautiful, kind woman he met at the mall, rescued from the rapists, and had a nice dinner with. It was the same woman who he admitted his deepest secrets of perversion to, and who told him it was okay and nothing for him to be ashamed of. "I've never felt this way about anyone," she said, and he returned with a smile that said the same thing to her.

"I love you too," James said, as Clarice laid herself upon him, her breasts pressed against his chest. "I love so much," he continued, and she cooed to him, caressing his dirty face as she kissed him, their filthy lips and tongues touching each other. Inside of himself, James felt as dirty as the mess they had made with each other. A hint of self doubt and personal anguish had risen inside of him. The fact that he had made love to the woman that he wanted, in the fashion that he had wanted, made him feel indifferent. He felt happier than ever, but at the same time, something rattled his mind. Their lips separated from each other's, and Clarice saw his facial expression. It was obvious to her that something bothered him. Looking at the clock on the wall, it read "2:00 A.M." They had made love for so long. In such a state of exhaustion, James was quite vulnerable. She held his face gently, and made a face of concern.

"I know, it's been a long and hard day. I understand, but you deserved this, baby. If not then, you do now, and more than ever before. No one can take away the pursuit of happiness, and you've already found it. Please James, I know you want me, so take me, and love me, because I love you. I want you. I need you. Only you." Clarice smiled ever so lovingly amid the vulgarity and filthiness of the whole apartment. It was so uplifting. Guilt and sin all seemed irrelevant. Personal convictions diminished. The only thing he felt was something so unique, so promising, that he could not dare describe, but embrace it. Love and purity would have been his first thoughts, but the feeling transcended far beyond the conceivable. She seemed to know his every doubt. There was not a single troubled thought in his mind that she did not foresee. For each urge he had, she had the perfect way to sate it. The kindness, the sincerity, the happiness she would bring to him. It was all perfect. Through the passion and raunchiness of their celebration, the woman he had long sought and dreamed of had indeed come, and offered him more than he had ever wanted. James thought about the last thing his father said to him before he tossed him into the streets. "God sheds no light upon you." The otter never had a real faith, but he had found his light and his spot beneath it.

"Clarice," James said with a shiver and watery eyes, for he had just been touched in the most sensitive of places. "Thank you," he finally said after a hesitant pause, and she smiled with a nod, an innuendo of the same words to him.

"Clean this up and hit the showers before bed?" she asked with a smile.

James nodded. "Definitely," he said. "You really stink." Clarice laughed, and the both of them stood up and called it a day, a very special day.