Markus barely clung to life, the wolf unwilling to give up even so late into the process. He could feel himself, or what<span style="font-style: italic">had </span>been himself, mushing and smearing up against what was still left of his flesh. He could even taste the sheer filth of what he was being turned into. Markus tried to struggle, tried to cry out in pain or terror or beg for his life once more but it didn't work. His body didn't respond, his muscles didn't flex and work, nor did his mouth form the disgusting organic gurgle that leap from his throat into a proper sound. Markus' consciousness began to fade, the wolf's final thoughts about how he had gone from the big bad wolf to nothing more than this skunk's next bowel movement.<br/><br/>Grant had been about to reply to Ferrus when he felt the mephit's member throb and then erupt, the fox stumbling back a bit from the force of it. He closed his eyes quickly to prevent getting hit in the eye with the cum as he felt it splatter all over his body, soaking his fur completely with the thick sticky liquid. Grant murred softly, the feeling of being coated with the hot fluid surprisingly enjoyable, then cautiously opened his eyes, looking up at Ferrus.<br/><br/>"I don't think that's really my thing," he said, picking up from where he'd been. "I've never tried and I'm not really one for killing folks. I mean, there's lots of folks around here who are<span style="font-style: italic">bad</span>and deserve it, but I ain't the kinda person to go around doing that," he continued, though  he didn't sound entirely convinced of the fact that he wasn't the sort of person to do that. Leading Markus to his end had loosened some of his morals as he had helped kill him, even if it was indirectly.