Markus felt the flesh around him squeeze down tightly for a moment, causing the wolf to shriek in pain louder. It had felt like his bones were going to snap under the pressure, then it let off, reducing the pain Markus felt. He could feel himself being cyclically processed, the nastiness working it's way inwardly as it leeched away the nutrients in his body and then replaced it with waste. He couldn't see that his outsides were stained brown as the process continued, but he could feel the sliminess of it, and smell the addition of the fresh waste that had been his fur, skin and some of his muscle.<br/><br/>Markus whimpered pitifully, realizing that the overpowering stench he could smell now would be what he'd smell like when he was let out. "Please! Anything but this!" he cried out between whimpers and pained groans, struggling as hard as he could. "Let me out! I'll give you anything! Do anything! I don't want to be skunk shit!" The thought that Ferrus was enjoying his pleas and cries of pain didn't even cross Markus' mind, all he could think of was how bad it all hurt and how much he wanted out.<br/><br/>Grant had froze up a bit when Ferrus had licked his face, fearful for a moment that the skunk had decided to eat him, but quickly shook it off as Ferrus continued to speak. "He deserved it," the fox said, the phrase had almost become a mantra to him, as if trying to rationalize why sending Markus to such a horrible end felt so good. Grant keep rubbing himself against Ferrus' shaft as the skunk spoke, listening quietly whilst nuzzling and licking the tip of Ferrus' shaft, a chill gripping him at the implication of the skunk's last sentence. "Um, both really," he replied. "Normally my clients aren't so large nor so, em, generous with their seed so I've never been so cum-filled. And I haven't even considered<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>option... I've been keeping myself fed with this bar job.."