Grant did indeed have trouble getting his clothes on, both due to never having ever been so bloated and because his clothing was designed to fit tightly, to accentuate his lithe frame and thus help entice folks to follow him into the back. Luckily, he didn't think that would hurt his chances of getting Marcus to follow him, as he was fairly sure the wolf didn't care much for physical appearance - if he could stick his dick in it and then eat it, the wolf was happy as could be. Grant listened to Ferrus as he dressed, frowning in response to the threats leveled against him if he was lying and the knowledge that he'd end up shitting out more than the amount of cum the skunk had deposited in him.<br/><br/>At least he wouldn't have to spend much of anything on food if the mephit wasn't lying about it keeping him fed, Grant figured. And he was still alive, and being alive and dealing with shitting a ton was better than being this skunk's waste.<br/><br/>"Alright," Grant said, starting to slowly walk back the way he'd came before running into Ferrus. He went slow as to not look like he was attempting to run off - he had no desire to be shoved up the skunk's tailhole. "Just follow me, I'll lead you to him. No funny business, I swear."<br/><br/>Grant waited for Ferrus to indicate he was ready, then did as he said - leading the large predator through a series of different alleyways that lead up to the back of Grant's place of work, which was even more thoroughly littered with refuse than the alleys preceding it, a few trash can's contents spilled out onto the tar. The fox slunk up to the back door, lifted a single finger to indicate it'd only take a minute and then slipped inside. It wasn't long before the fox returned, followed by a wolf that was nearly twice his height with dark unwashed fur that was in stark contrast to Grant's brighter and painstakingly cared for fur.<br/><br/>"Mm, took you long enough to ask for this, you little whore," the wolf, Markus, said. He grinned wickedly, his fangs nearly as yellow as his eyes and forced the fox up against the bar's brick siding. Grant could see that Markus planned to abuse him - probably much the same to how Ferrus already had, and probably eat him after. Grant merely replied with a knowing grin, waiting for Ferrus to strike while Markus was working on undoing his pants.