A very stinky abduction.

Kyle wasn't the most attractive fox on earth, but he considered his looks about average. Kyle was, however, very sexually active. Being a college-age male meant that lots of weekends were spent at local nightclubs, trying to score some tail. Considering his average looks, the best he'd scored was average lookers. 5's, as he'd call them. Kyle figured it only made sense. So when a 10 walked right up to him and bought him a drink, perhaps he should have been a bit more suspicous.

It was a slow night at the twitching tails nightclub. After a particularly long day of college exams, the bar up front was just the place for kyle to calm his nerves. And maybe, of course, get lucky. It had been far too long. About an hour into Kyle's hopeless flirting attempts with an unimpressed cheetah girl working the bar, a voice approaches him from behind.

"she must have gone mad, turning down a such a cute little fox"

Turning around, the needy male did a double-take as a figure of stunningly vibrant black and white approached. She was a woman, alright. A woman way out of his league by the looks of it. His mind emptied as his eyes studied her perfect figure sauntering towards him. Wearing nothing but a skimpy dress, little was left to the imagination. Curves in all the right places, hips swaying invitingly as she walked. Eyes as deep as the ocean, with a dazzling black and white stripe between them. It was as if she'd jumped straight from the pages of a playboy magazine. Wait...a black and white stripe? It hadn't even connected until she was already upon him, taking the seat to his left. She was a skunk!

Now, Kyle prided himself as a very socially progressive fox. Where others saw species, he just saw people. There were those who preferred to keep their sexual encounters to only their own species, but not Kyle. He was so relaxed about it, he didn't even know the species of some of his past partners. So why, he wondered, was his brain practically screaming the species of this particular woman to him now? he knew very well what a skunk was, and that didn't matter to him. Or at least, it didn't matter to the person he wanted to be. Pushing this very discriminatory feeling of anxiety down, Kyle leapt at his chance to flirt up this gorgeous sku-no, this gorgeous girl.

"well well, I didn't think this club was classy enough for models to hang around in"

He'd done it. She let out a rather adorable giggle, and ladykiller Kyle knew he had her right where he wanted her. Maybe he hadn't given himself enough credit. Maybe he was quite the catch after all.

"You're making me blush, silly boy! I could never be a model, i'm far to nervous for that kind of life. You on the other hand...seem to have no shortage of confidence" with that, she scooted very close to the flustered male. Her long, bushy tail began to swish slowly, flickering against Kyle's leg. The poor fox was clearly desperate, this would be easy.

"I-I,uh..." As soon as he felt her silky smooth tail brush across his leg, he couldn't help but let out a faint yip of suprise. His pointy fox ears folded flat in embrassment, and he hoped nobody had noticed. But she noticed.

"The name's venessa. You're right, though. This club is kinda lame. I think i'd have more fun dancing with just you. how about we get out of here?" suddenly, she flicked her tail up across his groin, and discovered he was already stiff. shocked, he nearly burst then and there. It was all he could do to hide his face in his paws, and let out a small whine. His own tail had now tucked in over his groin, in a weak attempt to hide his shame.

"looks like somebody down there agrees. Come on, my van is parked nearby." She gave a mischievous wink, stood up, and offered a paw to the suddenly shy little fox. She was way out of his league, he was sure of it. A chance like this rarely came along. He excitedly accepted, and they made their way out of the club. There was so much he wanted to say, but watching that black and white tail swishing back and fourth as she walked ahead of him, he was too entranced to form words. They continued on out of the club in silence.

Walking down the sidewalk for a bit, they came to a long and empty allyway. By now it was dusk outside. Light enough for a fox to easily see where he's going, but certainly dark enough to give the area a bit of a shady vibe. Down at the end, Kyle could see a white van parked on the side of the street, with a windowless back. To his shock, venessa turned down the allyway, beckoning him to follow. Something felt off. It was common sense to excersize caution around isolated allyways at night, and certainly to avoid walking down them with strangers you've just met. But as venessa knew all too well, a man has two heads. And the one upstairs isn't currently in charge.

noticing his hesitation, she looks back and gives him a sly wink. "yeesh, I swear this allyway didn't look so creepy earlier. good thing i have a big, strong fox boy to keep me safe"

And that's all it took. A little appeal to his sense of masculinity, and off he went. Following directly behind this strange skunk deep into the narrow ally. It was a very compact allyway, just barely wide enough pass through. Kyle almost felt claustrophobic. As they reached halfway through the ally, right in the middle of the cramp path, she suddenly stopped.

"whoopsie! seems i've dropped a contact lens. don't mind the view, foxy..."

"ah, yeah, no problem..."

With that, she let out a small giggle and bent over. A little too far, actually. Kyle nervously looked away, not wanting to seem like a pervert.

She sure was taking her time though. Pausing her search for a moment, yet remaining fully bent over, she turned her head to look back at the nervous fox. Oh yes, she could think of lots of people who would pay top dollar to play with that youthful vulpine form. So innocent, she doubted he even knew how much money his particular subspecies was worth in certain markets. That would change soon enough. With a devilish grin on her face, she began to slowly raise that bold black and white tail high in the air. Skirt lifting aside as it rose, exposing a plump and pantyless posterior. Still averting his eyes, Kyle hadn't even noticed what was happening until it already had.

She addressed him in a very coy and seductive tone, almost whispering. "aww, don't be shy foxy. take a look."

He could no longer resist. He had her permission, his conscious was clear. Looking up, his heart skipped a beat. She had no panties. There he was, hardly a foot away, face to rear with the skunk. Bent all the way over, With her tail fully raised, he got a complete view. Time stopped. It was truly the best butt he had ever been this close to. But in the back of his mind, anxiety sprung up. The realization suddenly hit him. A skunk was pointing their butt at him. In that moment, it occured to him that even if it were prejudiced to consider, there was technically a chance that he was in danger. Even so, he couldn't look away.

"like what you see?"

He could hardley stammer out a response. "I-I, uh...yes"

Despite the primal fear welling up within him, he was hypnotized. His heart was racing, but he couldn't will himself to do anything but stare. He hardly noticed her dripping pussy. Something about the tightness of her rump, the shape of her pucker. It was more pronounced than the other species he had been with. He'd never seen a skunk this close before. He found his face moving closer. Skunks don't just spray randomly. This skunk likes him, she wouldn't hurt him.

"oh? well come get a closer look then! Nobody is around to see, take your time and drink it all in cutie"

She said something, but her words barely even registered. They were a mischievous and happy tone, that's all that mattered. She was happy to present herself for him to see, and he was happy to stay and soak up every detail. Entranced, and completely helpless. He was still scared, But it was worth it. He was getting to see something very special. Something he would probably never have a chance to see again. Before he knew it, he had leaned over a bit himself, his face a mere foot or so from her rear. The rest of the world melted away, all that was left was him and the beautiful skunk rump in front of him. A display of affection and trust.

"let me give you a better view" still looking back at him from over her shoulder, she swayed her rear ever so slightly. Lining her pucker up with the center of his face, and supressing a giggle as she noticed his dopey enthralled expression.

Suddenly, the fur surrounding her anus stood on end. Her pink round pucker seemed to flex, becoming more pronounced. The rest of her rear seemed to recede, highlighting that tight hole that the curious fox's eyes had been focused on for so long. Her tail stiffened, and arched perfectly straight in the air. Kyle wasn't sure what was happening exactly, but it was a very hypnotizing display. When two small, red, fleshy nubs peeked out either side of her anus, he realized he must be staring at unique skunk anatomy. He was happy she felt comfortable enough to show him this.

"wow...that's beautiful" Kyle stammered out, transfixed entirely.

"I'm flattered you think so. sadly, you won't be seeing my rear, or anything else for a while shortly. I'll let you stare a while longer though, you deserve at least that."

Those words, Kyle heard loud and clear. His heart sank. Time slowed down. She was going to spray him, there's nothing else those words could mean. He may not have known what getting skunked looked like until now, but he knew enough to know skunk spray is temporarily blinding. Why would she spray him? He thought they were having fun. There was still time to avoid it, Kyle was in pretty good shape. He could easily hop over her and be out of the way, and it seemed she was giving him ample time. But...then he would have to look away from that beautiful rump. He had such an amazing view, How could he take his eyes off of it? Whatever happened later, it would surely all work out eventually. But the chance in front of him now, to see a such an amazingly gorgeous skunk's rear up close, that is a chance he would never have again. He had to enjoy it to it's fullest. He resigned to stay put, like a good fox. he finally sat down entirely, getting the best angle to enjoy the view. Eyes directly lined up to that quivering pucker, He slowly pressed his face ever closer, absorbing every detail of this once in a lifetime sight.

Her round anus pulsated outward slowly, elevating almost level to her tight cheeks. Seeing how much control she had over those muscles, Kyle couldn't help but imagine anal with a skunk would be something special. Maybe he would find out if he was good and submissive now. The red nubs peaked out further, even moving about her anus independently. She sure was giving him the full show, kyle thought to himself. He couldn't tell how long he sat there, staring mezmerized as her anus twiched in and out, fur bristling in reaction.

"Good boy. You've been lots of fun. Deep breaths now, foxy."

Suddenly, her shining pink star flexed once more to maximum prominence. The nubs extended at either side, this time even peeking out ever so slightly. This was it. It was to late now, all the fox could do was sit helplessly and anticipate. He wondered what color it would be. The two nubs seemed to swell, almost getting a bit thicker for a moment. Time stopped.

It was amber. From both nubs, a warm, amber mist hissed out. the mist quickly surrounded him, trapping and clinging to him. A stinging sensation began right away, most intensely in his eyes, but almost like an itch across the skin under his fur. It was as if the tip of his fur was hot, as the oily spray agressively sunk deep into it, marking him for what was sure to a very long time. The cramped allyway ensured the thick fog did not dissipate much. As his racing heart insisted he take a sharp breath, the world began to spin. As he breathed in the thick, musky scent, at was as if a headache he had always had just cleared. His brain was aggressively tickled, until he could not tell left from right. His lungs felt only the warmth and moisture of the freshly sprayed air, and he had to gasp for the oxygen they needed. It reeked, and the exhausted fox let out a sneeze as it burned his sinuses. Now slouching back and rasping heavily, he kept his focus on the skunk in front of him. Suprisingly, he could still see through blurry tears. She seems to have taken a step forward.

"that's it, deep breaths. it'll all be over soon."

Another wave of amber mist rushes out to surround him. this time, covering his entire body. Hugging him tightly, the warmth of the stinky mist is a sharp contrast to the brisk dusk air outisde. The itching tingle spreads everywhere now, though less had hit his eyes this time.The feeling of that reeking scent sinking deep into his fur, clinging to him and threatening to never leave made him feel powerless. Rasping more heavily, and getting even less oxygen in his lungs as the musk surrounded him, the fox quickly became too exhausted to stand. With each breath, the world spun faster, became more distant. He began feeling very lightheaded. All he could see was that flirty skunk, shooting him a grin from over her shoulder as she watches her scent slowly overpower him.

She sprays him again. This time, the amber tide comes in the form of two thick streams. The fox watches as they rush straight towards his eyes. The burning in his eyes becomes much more intense, and a white nothingness becomes to creep up the sides of his vision. Soon enough, he is indeed blind. He is truly powerless now. What will happen to him?

He feels another mist wash over his body, and slumps over to lay flat on the group. Rasping heavier, the tingling on his brain becomes almost painful. It is as if he is floating, and everything is becoming more distant. His nose and skin burn, as her scent sears itself into his fur and pores, attaching to him like a second skin. He is marked, and the thought brings feelings of excitment and panic at the same time. Breathing that all consuming stink further, the fox begins to get rather sleepy. He can't sleep, what will happen to him if he passes out here?

Giggling, and stepping over the helpless fox boy, the villainous skunk seals his fate. another mist, aimed straight for his head.

As he feels the thick droplets settle over the fur on his face once more, her smell becomes too much for him. He can't continue this struggling forever, he is exhausted. He wants desperately to rest, and the swirling stink around him continues to insist that's the best course. He submits, and takes a final, deep breath. Flames tickle his brain, and the world falls away.

Proud of her work, venessa drags the sleeping fox across the rest of the ally and into the back of her van. He'll make a great little slave for one of her clients. And if he ever gets too rowdy, The lingering scent of skunk on his fur will remind him that it's much easier to just submit.