The skunk is indeed the sort who enjoys the futile squirming of his prey as they struggle to free themselves from his gut, and the appeal seems to win him over for the moment, he also has a particular dislike of wolves thanks to one that he knows who is both stronger than him and kinder of personality, a combination that has always aggrivated him. "A wolf you say? They are particularly toothsome, so I may be motivated to let you do just that...." He sets the fox down, gesturing to his clothing in indication that he get dressed.<br/><br/>"Lead on then, fox, because I'll know if you're trying to trick me. And you'll know that I know by getting shoved up my ass. I'll make sure to let you stew there in the filth for a while before I let my guts have their way with you. If you think skunk -spray- is bad, then you've never been 'blessed' with the stink that comes from under the tail." He licks over his maw teasingly, his fangs gleaming as his dark-fleshed tongue withdraws into his maw.<br/><br/>The mephit himself is perfectly content to wait there for the vulpine to dress himself, likely having a good bit of trouble drawing his clothing over his belly. "Oh... that reminds me, I should give you a fair warning, you'll probably be bloated like that for about a week... my spunk is... concentrated shall we say. You won't have to eat for a good while, but the amount of shit that you make out of it will be more than the amount of cum that you took in. I'll let you find out the hard way how much more." He shrugs his shoulders with a soft chuckle, genuinely amused by the discomfort that ingesting his seed via whatever method tends to put on people. "At least you've had your asshole stretched so you wont have trouble purging it."