The skunk's lower belly lets out a disgustingly slimy sounding gurgle, even as the exterior which Markus can no longer feel becomes greasy with anal mucous. His body continues to painfully degrade as he is literally being churned into waste while still alive. On the other hand, Ferus seems a bit more energetic, though it is hard to tell with his intentionally lazy personality.<br/><br/>He chuckles softly, and then licks his tongue out over his fangs with a broad grin. "Oh really? Well, I'll have to fix that, no wonder you're so thin... I mean, I like a slim boy as much as the next guy, but you're a fox, I'm sure you've got the metabolism to handle it. And I just... love popping that cannibal cherry of 'moral objectors'." His grin becomes even more malicious than usual as he lets out a soft rumble, half in enjoyment of the wolf's life-or-death struggle and half in the idea of attempting to turn Grant into a predator like himself just for the fun of it.<br/><br/>He lets out a deep grunt, and suddenly his seed erupts over the fox's body, plastering him all over with hot white goo, clinging to his body and sticking to the wall behind him, oozing and making a big puddle on the floor that he is standing in, coated from head to toe in the gluey liquid. Ferus pants softly, even as Markus can feel himself fading away, the bowels that surround him overpowering his every sense, smell first, then touch, just the feeling of churning flesh and semi-soft filth around him, hearing just the nasty flesh-on-flesh squeezings of the mephit's colon and the mushy sloughings of his own former body. Finally he is subjected to the taste of his own tongue as it begins to be converted into just another part of the skunk's next bowel movement, something that will be mercifully short as by that time he has few moments left before he is reduced in his entirety to skunk by-products.