There was something alluring about her. Intoxicating. How the sow's wide hips moved so sveltely back at him, how she didn't mind that his hands shook a little when they graced her sides. Quite the contrary. Those black lips pressed to the skunk's cheek and she held his head, cradled in her pudgy arm, hardly a whiff of alcohol on her breath when she whispered to him. This was no drunken regret.

"Wanna come back to my place, cutie?"

"Wh- yes! God... yesss.."

"Good boy~"

He'd be hearing those words again soon. Just... a little differently.

Commission for Dukeskunk