My nose made me do it.

There I was, an innocent skunk out for a morning stroll, when my nose found a smell. A dirty, nasty, stinky smell. The potent, foul reek of a communal latrine wafting from an open door, teasing and tempting with a pungent cacophony of filthy aromas, urine and feces and animal musk.

I stopped, licking my nose and sniffing deeply. My nose absorbed the smell, examined the filthy stinkiness of it, and suggested there might be a fox inside.

A fox in a latrine. My cock stirred at the thought of it. If there was a fox, my cock wanted to fuck him. (Or her. My cock was not fussy. So long as there was a smelly body and a dirty hole to use.)

My nose and my cock insisted that I go inside.

I went through the door. It was dark inside. My nose was now certain there was a fox, but it took a moment for my eyes to adjust.

There was a fox. Two foxes. But it wasn't a latrine.

It was a Frezl.

The ferret was tied to a low bench, on his back with his wrists lashed together beneath. His ankles where shackled to posts, which lifted his rump and kept his legs spread, his tail tied down to keep his anus exposed and available; and leather straps around his snout held his head in place.

The smell was coming from the ferret's body, his usual rank ferret-scent mingled with the dirtier, nastier stink of an open latrine, his fur now matted and filthy from being used extensively as a public toilet.

(I found out later he had been sentenced to a week of community service after he "forgot" some old gambling debts. Silly ferret.)

The two foxes -- a dog-fox and a vixen -- were already busy with their toilet, standing over the ferret with fluffy tails lifted and shitting onto his furry body. Two piles of fresh fox-shit; a pile of firm, glistening, plump brown turds from the vixen; and a darker, softer, stinkier, near-formless mess from the male.

I grinned to myself, finding a place to sit and to watch. To watch and to smell, deep tingles rippling through my body as my nose enjoyed the rank stinkiness of the two dirty foxes and their filthy ferret toilet.

I watched as the dog-fox forced two sharp-clawed fingers into the opening to Frezl's sheath, ignoring the ferret's hissing protests as he tugged and stretched the sensitive flesh, until the hole was opened enough that he could slide the vixen's turds inside, packing the female fox's filth into the warm flesh pocket that hid and protected the ferret's sex.

The dog-fox straddled the ferret, licking the vixen's waste from his fingers as he looked down on the furry bulge of Frezl's sheath, bracing himself with his paws on the ferret's manacled ankles as he aimed the dribbling tip of his erect sex to the stretched opening, and thrust inside, slick pink fox-sex into filthy, shit-packed ferret-sheath.

Frezl squeaked, hissing angrily as the fox's sex invaded his sheath, squirming in discomfort as the fox continued, vigorously sheath-fucking the bound ferret, mashing the vixen's shit deeper into the ferret's furry pocket.

Meanwhile the vixen had scooped up the soft mess of her mate's toilet and shoved it into her cunt, using her fingers to work the foul, stinky fox-filth up into her female passage. She moved to Frezl's head, gripping the ferret's ears to pull his snout back, and pressing her filthy cunt to his nose.

To his nose, and then onto his nose, the vixen lowering herself onto the ferret's snout, his nose disappearing into her smelly, shit-filled pussy, and she rode the ferret's increasingly filthy face to a sequence of noisy, messy orgasms, her screams of pleasure joined by her mate's as he too reached his climax, releasing his slimy fox-seed into the stinky mess of vixen-shit that filled the squirming ferret's sheath.

Mmmm. My cock throbbed as I watched, in arousal and anticipation. Frezl fucks me whenever he feels like it, and I hardly ever get to mount him. But now he was all tied up and filthy, and I could fuck him as much as my cock wanted.

The foxes were kissing now, and urinating, on each other and on Frezl, the dog-fox finally shoving his filthy cock into his mate's equally filthy cunt to finish emptying his bladder into her womb.

The foxes grinned at me as they left. Dirty, stinky, sexy foxes. I would have grabbed one (or both) of them for mating if Frezl had not been there, being so available and so delightfully filthy.

I stopped for a moment to study the bound ferret. Frezl reeked of fox-scat and fox-piss; his snout thickly coated with the dog-fox's dark, foul feces, and dark brown streaks of the vixen's shit dirtied his pale belly-fur, drawing my eyes to the filthy, gaping mess that the fox had made of his sheath.

Frezl hissed at me, guessing at my intentions.

"Not there, skunk," the ferret growled. "Don't you fucking dare."

I chuckled, leaning over to lick his snout, tasting the fox-shit that covered his face (nasty, stinky, foul-tasting fox-shit), before I replied.

"And how are you going to stop me, stinky ferret?"

I petted the ferret's bulging sheath, squeezing lightly to feel the squish of the vixen's shit inside, before stepping over to straddle the ferret, taking the same position the fox had used before me, my thick, musk-fragranced tail flopping heavily onto Frezl's face.

Frezl snorted.

"Not as stinky as you, filthy skunk," he muttered.

I chuffed agreeably. The ferret was right, of course. I am definitely the stinkiest creature that I know.

I guided my cock to the ferret's filthy, gaping sheath-hole, gripping his ankles for support and thrusting, sinking my throbbing length into his snug, shit-packed sheath.

I thrust, forcing my cock deeper, into the heat and stinky fox-mess, ignoring the hissing protests of the bound ferret as I pleasured myself in his filthy furry pocket. I thrust, and I could feel the hot flesh of his own unaroused sex rubbing against my hard, invading shaft.

I thrust, my swollen, needy sex bringing me quickly to a shuddering climax, the hapless ferret squirming beneath me as I added my hot, slimy skunk-seed to the filthy mess inside his sheath.

Chrrr.

I thrust and I came, my tail flagging, and I let myself spray as my cock pulsed and spurted, the release of the foul-smelling musk from my anal glands adding to the pleasure of my climax.

CHRRR!

My spray hit Frezl's snout and face, triggering an explosion of angry snorting and loud retching from under my tail as the ferret's nose was assaulted by the foul, toxic stench.

His reaction pleased my skunk instincts and so I sprayed him again, another full blast of my musk to his face, my nostrils flaring to take in the fierce stink rising from beneath my tail.

Mmmmm.

I pulled my sex from Frezl's sheath, my shaft now nicely smeared with fox-scat, turning to look at his freshly-sprayed snout, his fur slickened and filthy with my stinky, sticky musk-oils. I know I stink all the time, and I can smell myself whenever I want, but it's always a special thrill to smell my musk on another fur's body, knowing the sticky oils will latch onto his fur, keeping my stink on him for days.

Frezl snorted, his nose scrunched disgustedly.

"Gah!" the ferret sputtered. "Fuck you, skunk. Are you done?"

By now I had moved to the ferret's rear, where his exposed anus gaped at me invitingly, filthy with his waste, swollen and puffy from earlier matings, a slow trickle of dirty semen leaking from his stretched, abused hole.

"No," I told him.

Frezl glared at me. I leaned over and licked his snout again, tasting the fox's shit again, and now also my own skunk-musk, bitter and nasty in his fur.

My cock throbbed with renewed lust. I braced myself with my paws on Frezl's shoulders, settled my cock to his dirty hole, and thrust hard into his bottom.

Frezl groaned, the ferret's body jerking against his restraints as I entered him, forcing my swollen, eager sex into his filthy, gaping shit-hole.

Inside the ferret's bottom, his rectum and bowels were full of his waste. Soft, stinky ferret-shit, squishing deliciously around my shaft as I raped him, my nose filled with the foul stink rising from his filthy furry body as I pounded my thick cock into his sore, bruised hole.

I thrust and thrust, driven by my mating instincts, rutting deeply into the stinky weasel. He was my friend, but for now, for my lustful mating instincts, he was just another smelly bitch with a filthy hole waiting to receive my seed.

I thrust, burying my cock in the ferret's filthy bottom, holding inside as my thick shaft jerked into my climax, pulsing in his shit-filled passage, adding my slimy-musky skunk-seed to the foul, rank mess that filled his bowels.

I came, and I sprayed again, more of my stinky musk dirtying Frezl's furry ferret-tail. He snorted again, hissing and glaring angrily, but I didn't care. It was a good smell, a good mating. My cock was filthy and happy, my skunk instincts satisfied.

Chrrrrr....

Some jackals had arrived while I was fucking Frezl. I rested on the stinky weasel and listened as they discussed which of me and Frezl they were going to fuck first.

It looked like it was going to be a good day.