I could tell from the smell of him that Frezl was looking for sex, the fragrant musk of his arousal reaching my nose before he caught up to me, grabbing my paw.

"Come on stinky," the ferret chittered excitedly, "let's go get a vixen."

I followed Frezl to a nearby brothel, one of the city brothels where furs that get picked in the annual vixen lottery can do their two weeks of service.

(It's not just the actual vixens. Every fur that lives in the city is part of the lottery. We call them all vixens because .. well .. foxes.)

There was a bored-looking fox on duty at  the brothel entrance. He glared at us -- mostly at me -- as we entered, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

"No spraying, skunk," he growled.

I bristled at him, and pondered spraying and raping him right there for being so unfriendly, but Frezl was already pulling me through into the main part of the brothel.

Inside was chaotic; hot, dirty and smelly -- deliciously smelly, reeking of animal lust and filth. A single large room with a couple of dozen padded benches to which the "vixens" were chained, females and males of various species, free for any who wished to fuck and rape. A few screened alcoves were available for customers who wanted a bit more privacy, but most of the mating occured in public, on the benches or on the dirty, straw-covered floor.

It was still early and not yet busy, but there were a few matings in progress as we arrived: an otter hunched over a squealing rat; a female genet with a vicious-looking strap-on roughly sodomizing a male lemur; a skunk-bitch, seductively striped, lifting her tail to offer her musk-scented asshole to a randy jackal.

I had paused for a moment to watch as the jackal mounted the skunk when Frezl grabbed my elbow, pulling me over to where one of the vixens had caught his eye.

The ferret had found us an actual vixen -- a real female fox -- her ears perked and nostrils flaring as she took in the smell of us, the foul reek of skunk and musky-fragrant ferret.

"Hello, stinky boys," the vixen cooed, grinning toothily. "Looking for something dirty?"

She turned and lifted her tail, presenting her rump for inspection. Her cunt was swollen and puffy, dribbling with semen from earlier matings. Her anus was filthy, soiled with her waste, slick and greasy with her musk. She smelled, of sex and shit and rank animal musk.

Frezl stuck his finger into her exposed anus, twisting it around as the vixen giggled.

"I'm a bit full back there," she told us.

Frezl pulled his dirtied finger from the vixen's bottom and lifted it to his nose, sniffing deeply at his shit-soiled fur. The ferret grinned, and offered the filthy digit to my snout.

I sniffed, smelling the vixen's shit, foul and fox-rank. And I opened my jaws to take the filthy finger in mouth, tasting, licking the vixen's waste from the ferret's fur.

My stomach rumbled. Hungry.

Frezl pulled his tasty, dirty finger from my mouth.

"I'm going to shit," the ferret said. "Hold her mouth."

"You don't need.." the vixen began, but I had my hands in her mouth before she could finish, dropping down beside her with my fingers wedging her jaw open, my smelly body pressed tight against hers.

Frezl stepped over the pair of us, tail lifted, bringing his anus over the vixen's open mouth. His pucker bulged, a small fart as it opened, bringing the smell of his bowels to my nose, the foul reek of my ferret-friend's dirty, musky scat.

My cock throbbed, and I pressed tighter against the vixen, moving my hips to grind my swollen sex into her lush red fur. Frezl grunted, and I watched as a soft, stinky ferret-turd emerged from his asshole, dropping messily over my fingers and into the vixen's mouth.

I watched, and smelled, the ferret's toilet,  his filth emerging from his bottom and sliding over the vixen's tongue, rank and foul and richly musky. The scent of it, his mustelid stink in my nose, was making me salivate, wetting the vixen's neck with my drool.

I moved a paw to the vixen's throat and squeezed; and hissed into her ear.

"Don't swallow," I told her.

The vixen huffed, and glared at me through her nearest eye. I licked her eye, feeling her squirm as my tongue touched against her eyeball, and squeezed tighter on her throat until she squeaked in assent.

Two more turds, fresh and warm from Frezl's bottom, musky-foul ferret-shit piling messily into the vixen's mouth. I held her shuddering body tight, my throbbing sex dribbling slowly into her fur, watching as my ferret-friend finished his toilet, his tail dropping to cover his smelly, unwashed hole.

As the ferret moved away, I pulled the vixen's muzzle down, pressing my snout over hers and shoving my tongue in, long skunk-tongue deep into her shit-filled mouth.

Ferret-shit. The filthy taste of it exploded into my mouth, dark and foul and intensely musky. I dug my tongue in, dragging the still-warm turds from her mouth to mine, my paws on her jaws, pulling them wide as I shoved my tongue down her throat in search of more.

Dirty, musky ferret-shit, in my mouth. I swallowed hungrily, shuddering at the foul taste of it, taking Frezl's filth down my throat, delivering my ferret-friend's waste to my filthy, greedy stomach.

Mmmm.

Behind me, Frezl snorted.

"Rajhea," the ferret said, "you are completely disgusting."

I stuck out my tongue at him. My tongue which was still covered in his shit.

Frezl laughed and petted my head.

"Your turn, skunk," he said.

We traded places. Frezl took hold of the vixen's snout, holding her mouth for me. I placed a paw between the vixen's ears, stepping over, bringing my anus to her snout.

The vixen whined, ears flattened, snorting against my pucker as my rank musk-scent assaulted her nose. I curled my fingers into her head-fur, holding her muzzle in place, and farted, a wet musk-fart into her nose, spattering into her nostrils with sticky droplets of my foul anal musk.

"Give her your shit, skunk," Frezl chuffed. He moved the vixen's muzzle to bring her open mouth to my anus. "Make it stinky."

I squatted slightly, feeling her lips around my pucker, the warmth of her mouth at my asshole, my smelly tail draped over her body. And I toileted, pushing my soft, stinky skunk-shit out of my bowels, a dark, foul mess of my waste out of my asshole and into her mouth.

I pushed my waste out of my bottom, and when I felt my passage was full, my anus opening to release my filth, I sprayed. I sprayed my foul, rancid musk-oils into my emerging shit, a filthy, stinky, musk-soaked skunk-turd for the vixen's held-open mouth.

"Gaaaah!" The vixen made a noise of protest, and tried to pull her mouth away, but Frezl was holding tight on her jaws, forcing her to take my musk and waste.

I toileted, emptied my bowels, the vixen gagging and retching beneath my tail as she swallowed the foul, stinky skunk-mess. She shuddered, shaking her snout as I finished and Frezl released her mouth.

"Fuck," she muttered, "skunks are nasty."

Frezl chuckled.

"This one is," he agreed.

I hmmphed at them. I am not nasty! Stinky, yes. Filthy and (maybe a bit) disgusting. Not nasty!

The vixen looked at Frezl.

"Do I get a turn?", she asked.

Frezl grinned.

"Raj," he said, "this part is all you."

The vixen looked at me, and lifted her tail tentatively. I moved around and crouched behind, my paws on her hips, my head and snout going under her tail to bring my nose to her anus.

Her pucker bulged against my nose, visibly distended, squeezed tight shut to hold her waste within. As I pressed my nose and sniffed at her dirty hole, her paw moved and gripped on the back of my head, digging in with her claws, holding my snout to her asshole.

Her pucker pushed out and opened, releasing more of her scent, the foul reek of her shit and her rank anal musk. I sniffed deeply, filling my nose with the smell of her, whining as I inhaled her raw animal scent.

My stomach remembered the taste of her shit from Frezl's finger, and wanted more.

She started her toilet while I was still smelling her, a warm, moist fox-turd pushing out of her pucker, her fragrant filth against my nose. For a moment I kept my nose there, her waste dirtying my nostrils, enthralled by the foul, musky smell of her raw animal waste.

And then I opened my jaws and shifted my snout to take her toilet into my mouth.

Fox-scat.

I sometimes think that foxes have the perfect poop. Thoroughly rank and dirty, with that intoxicating vulpine musk for my nose, firm and nicely moist for me to lick, and just the perfect size to fit in a hungry skunk's mouth.

The vixen's claws pricked into my scalp. She purred as she toileted, and I let her shit fill my mouth, tasting her warm turds with my tongue. And then I swallowed, her shit down my throat, taking her foul, rank fox-feces down into my nasty, greedy stomach.

Chrrrr.

(My stomach is nasty, but that's on the inside. I'm not nasty.)

Soon -- too soon -- the vixen's toilet was finished, and my stomach was sated, nicely full with ferret-shit and fox-scat. Glancing over, I saw that Frezl's sex was out, the ferret stroking himself as he watched, his tail flicking impatiently.

"Put your cock in her, skunk," he growled.

The vixen obligingly went down on her belly, laying over the bench, her tail lifted for me to mount. I moved behind, settling my stinky body on her back, pushing her tail aside and finding her asshole with my cock, thrusting, pushing into her dirty bottom with my thick black cock.

And then, with my cock inside, I rolled myself over, pulling the vixen with me, onto my back on the dirty-straw floor with the vixen held on top.

Frezl moved over us. The vixen spread her legs as the ferret knelt, bringing his swollen pink sex to her crotch. Her cunt was exposed for him, hot and wet and well-used, but the ferret's cock went lower. I felt him against the base of my shaft, bumping and prodding as his tip sought for entry into her pucker.

The vixen squealed when she realized what the ferret intended, struggling to get away. But I had I held tight on top of me, and Frezl's jaws went to her throat, growling and biting until she quieted and held still.

Frezl's cock found an opening, the ferret hunching over the vixen and thrusting, forcing his sex in alongside mine. A strangled yelp from the vixen as her stretched anus was opened further, her noise cut short as the ferret's jaws clamped tighter on her throat.

Frezl hunched over the vixen, growling and snarling with feral lust as he rutted into her smelly hole, his slick pink ferret-sex pressed and rubbing hot against my thick black skunk-cock inside the vixen's dirty, over-stretched rectum.

The vixen hissed and squirmed. I tightened my arms on her, holding her on top of me, feeling her shuddering as she endured the rough double mating, two smelly male mustelids raping her in the dirty passage she used to pass her waste.

The vixen's blood dripped on my nose, trickling down from where Frezl had his teeth buried in her throat. I licked my nose, tasting the hot drops, my swollen sex throbbing inside her, squeezed inside her hot tight bottom, my aching arousal stimulated more with each of Frezl's thrusts.

Another hard thrust of the ferret's sex, grinding his length against mine. And then the ferret was still, hunched over the vixen, snarling as he released his seed.

Hot ferret-sex pulsing against my skunk-cock, squeezed together in a smelly fox-bottom as it pumped his slimy-musky ferret-seed deep into her bowels.

Chrrr.

Frezl did not linger with his cock inside the vixen. After his climax there were a few moments of hot, sweaty panting, and then the ferret lifted himself up, pulling his spent sex slowly from her bottom, leaving just my skunk-cock buried in her battered, bleeding hole.

Frezl looked at his cock, his pink shaft now dirtied and messy, dripping and smeared with fox-shit, fox-blood and ferret-cum. He grunted, moving to grab the vixen's head, pulling her muzzle up and pressing his filthy, smelly sex to her lips.

"Clean!" he told her.

The vixen sniffed, her nose wrinkling, and reluctantly opened her jaws for the ferret to push his soiled sex into her mouth.

I held the vixen's hot furry body on top of me as she licked her own filth from Frezl's shaft, feeling her shudder, and then her throat working as the ferret started to urinate into her mouth.

Hot, stinky ferret-piss. Trickles of his urine leaked out the side of the vixen's muzzle, and I stretched my tongue up to lick, tasting the ferret's rank, bitter piss. The vixen squirmed, her bottom spasming and clenching, and I pushed my hips up, pressing to her rump as my throbbing cock jerked inside her smelly passage, pulsing my slimy-rank skunk-seed to mix with the ferret's cum in her messy vulpine bowels.

Chrrrr!

Frezl finished his pissing, and I finished my climax. Together, we withdrew our cocks from their respective holes. The vixen crawled off me, back on to her bench, lifting a leg and slipping a paw beneath her tail to rub gingerly at her abused anus.

"Ouch," she grumbled, "that fucking hurt."

Frezl shrugged.

"Skunk can lick it for you," he suggested.

"Oh.." the vixen's ears perked a bit. "That might help."

It turned out that by 'help' she really meant 'turn me on'. I applied my tongue to her dirty anus, now scented and flavored with blood and cum as well as her waste and musk, and it was not long before her paw went to her crotch, fingers into her cunt, masturbating herself to a wet and shuddering climax while my tongue explored her filthy vulpine bottom.

Fragrant vixen-juices dripped stickily onto my ears. I lifted my head and chuffed at her.

"Better?" I asked.

"Mmm.." she panted softly, "good skunk."

I took that as a yes.

Frezl had disappeared while I had been licking the vixen. I left her now too, following my nose to other interesting scents.

I had designs on the skunk-bitch, if she was available, with her foul musk and dirty, smelly bottom. I could spray her and fuck her and piss down her throat.

Maybe I am a bit nasty, after all.