"Hmmmm, well that's interesting, I wonder what all those people who know you will think about what's about to happen to you then." He grins broadly, licking his black tongue out over his fangs, his tail squeezing tightly against the wolf and pinning his arms to his sides, lifting him just off the ground so he can't get any good purchase to properly struggle against it. Ferus uses one hand to unzip his shorts, the other coming over to pat Grant on top of his head, "You've done a good job. I want you to stay here and watch this..."<br/><br/>He gives a soft rumble of pleasure, tugging down his shorts with both hands and bending forward, exposing his meaty rumpcheeks, which he reaches back to spread with his wickedly clawed hands, his tailhole clenching shut a moment before it gapes broadly, the glistening flesh as dark if not darker than his tongue, the color of coal in a mineshaft at midnight. Markus would find himself lowered by the skunk's surprisingly flexible tail so that his muzzle is positioned right outside of the puckered hole, the warm, moist fumes leaking up out of it to slick his fur a bit.<br/><br/>The smell of Ferus' bowels is... beyond words to describe. The sheer putridness of the noxious gas that escapes from him is enough to make a human's eyes water, much less someone with as sensitive a sense of smell as a wolf. Ferus tailhole clenches tight around the base of the wolf's muzzle, just shy of his eyes, and the big skunk gives a cruel chuckle as he lets out a massive fart, the rancid gas washing over the lupine in a thick wave, slicking his fur with greasy moisture from within the skunk's gut. "Get a good whiff of that wolfy, you're gonna smell like that when I'm done with you. You should be glad you're not a human, they come out smelling even worse.... Or I suppose I should say you should be glad I havent -eaten- a human in a few weeks. Or you'd be havin' to smell 'em."