Markus felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment as the air briefly became much thicker and all the more horrible. So thick, in fact, he could<span style="font-style: italic">taste</span>the filthiness of the air due to how thick it had become. He gasped, sputtered and struggled weakly, only dimly aware that more of him was sliding into Ferrus' tailhole. Thankfully it didn't last very long and Markus sighed in relief after it passed. His relief was quickly replaced with despair, however, as he soon found that little was left outside the skunk's body, feeling his footpaws being drawn into the filth-slicked tube. Markus whimpered, not even attempting to struggle. It was fruitless by this point, he was hardly going to be able to pull himself out with his footclaws.<br/><br/>Grant grinned wickedly, looking up at Ferrus as he rubbed himself against the mephit's member. "No, I didn't like him at all," he said. "He was an asshole to pretty much everyone, mostly because he could get away with it. No one was strong enough to stop him, until he had the misfortune of meeting you, of course. I wouldn't mind watching him come out, I think. Isn't that for a<span style="font-style: italic">while</span>though? Or do you digest really quick?"<br/><br/>Markus, in the meanwhile, had come up with a plan. Once he was at the beast's stomach he was fairly sure he'd have enough room to use his fangs and claws, then he could<span style="font-style: italic">force</span>his way out! He felt fairly clever for a few moments, then he felt the flesh grow painfully tight around him, making it impossible to do much more than breathe. He wondered what exactly was going on, and why he wasn't being passed onto upward when he felt a tingle spread through him. The sensation mounted, growing from a tingle to a dull ache, then actual pain, and eventually to nothing short of full blown agony. He wasn't sure what was happening at first, but it<span style="font-weight: bold">hurt</span>. Markus screamed in pain, desperately trying to struggle but too restricted by the tight walls. As the process continued, Markus realized what was being done to him and his screams of pain became tinged with terror. He couldn't believe this was happening, his powerful body being converted directly to skunk-shit, and he was being kept conscious for the entire thing. "Oh god! No, no no! Please, no!" he cried, whimpering and sobbing in between howls of fury, terror and pain. "Not like this! Please not like this!"<br/><br/>Grant scrutinized Ferrus' smile for a moment, feeling briefly as if the skunk could tell he was enjoying Markus' suffering, enjoying knowing that he'd sent the wolf to a horrible end. He didn't care, really, he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>enjoying it and if the skunk knew then it didn't really change anything, at least in Grant's view. "I don't know about my gut, as I've never been in this sort of situation," he said, rubbing his gut briefly, feeling how soft it was when it was so packed with cum. "But, I think I can bring you quite a few meals. I get new customers all the time and have plenty of regulars. How long that will last you depends on how often you need to eat, I suppose, and if you decide to decline having 'delivery' because you already caught someone whilst prowling around. It's all dependent on variables, I suppose you could say.."