The skunk gives a soft chuckle as he shifts his weight, sitting down against the wolf a bit and forcing his head and shoulders up through that tight ring muscle, the shoulders which give most preds so many trouble just shoving right through the stretchy flesh with a nasty pop and a gooey squelch. Markus would find himself smeared down with unmentionable filth as he slides inward, the already digested prey that have left bits and pieces of themselves in the skunk's bowels now clinging to his fur after having become skunkshit of the most disgusting quality.<br/><br/>Ferus lets out a deep grunt, and his shaft quickly becomes erect once more, perhaps surprising to Grant, who he has only so recently emptied himself out into. The tip drools thick, musky precum onto the ground below as the muscles within the mephit's bowels begin to grip and squeeze Markus, manhandling the wolf and dragging him deeper, toward his own wretched demise. Ferus' tail releases the lupine's body, letting him come to rest on his knees on the ground, since his arms are pinned against his sides and he can't effectively struggle at this point.<br/><br/>He gestures to Grant to come over, pointing at his thickened shaft with a wicked grin, licking his black tongue up over his nose to moisten it as he does "C'mere fox, and jack me while I take this meat into me." He shifts his weight, dropping into a kneeling position so that Grant will be able to better reach his cock, forcing Markus into his bowels up to the waist with the selfsame motion, trapping the wolf's whole upper body in his noxious bowels, the walls kneading against him, bruising his flesh and smearing him with filth as he is surrounded by the foul aroma of Ferus' gut, unfortunately the hot gases are just airy enough to breathe in, though they do make him feel a bit lightheaded.