Grant couldn't help but to squirm and cry out in pain as he was violently taken without being given any chance to prepare or get used to it. The fox's tail flicked back and forth agitatedly as Grant tried to focus on the something other than the massive member that felt that it was splitting him apart, and the big balls that smacked against his rear with each inward stroke.<br/><br/>On the bright side, he was alive. Grant focused on that, he was alive for the moment and it seemed he'd sold himself well enough that he would continue to live until the skunk tired of him. Grant imagined that when that happened the skunk would either turn him into cum or a pile of shit, so he'd have to slip away somehow before that came to pass. Until then he would have to make himself seem more valuable or entertaining as a living being than as a meal.<br/><br/>That line of thought brought him back to his current predicament, and Grant whimpered a bit between cries of pain, knowing that he couldn't do much more than let himself be used at this point. Still, he could do as the skunk suggested, he reasoned. Grant pulled his pants the rest of the way off and dragged them around to his front, balling them up and biting down on them hard to distract himself from the pain. It was already lessening a bit as the beast's pre-cum slickened his abused hole but it wasn't enough to keep him from trying to keep his mind diverted. He just hoped the skunk was enjoying himself, and wasn't going to eat him as a cream-filled treat afterwards.