Ding-dong!

A bleary-eyed lynx shoots awake at the sound, scrambling to the front door for fear porch-pirates may steal whatever package he must’ve forgotten he’d ordered. Opening the door, however, his heart nearly skips a beat. It’s not a package, but…a skunk?!?!? Accompanied by two wolves, all wearing strange uniforms. “Wellness industries”. Where had he heard that name before?

“Good evening, mr.swiftclaw. I’m doctor keshi. I’m paying you a visit today because your friend has been concerned about you.”

Doctor? Concerned? Oh shit. Wellness industries…it was the local psych hospital. His heart raced. Edward knew enough about these things to know how bad of a situation he had just found himself in.

“C-concerned? Erm, who’s concerned? I’m doing great! I don’t-”

“Now now, no need to get worked up. Your friend would rather us not mention them by name. He’s been telling us about your little…addiction for a while now. You’re a sex-addict. With a concerning fixation on…stink. Does that sound right?”

At the word “stink”, the skunk’s tail gave an idle flicker behind him. damn…he was really standing right in front of a skunk! They were so rare around his town…and so…focus! There was obviously only one reason he came with two wolves. Sure, it was true, he had a pretty high sex-drive, and a perhaps peculiar taste in kinks, but he wasn’t crazy or anything! He definitely didn’t need kidnapped and taken off to the looney bin. Think!

“Addiction is a strong word! I live a perfectly healthy life! And personally, I don’t see what business it is of yours what I-hrrmmphhh! h-hrrrfff…”

Doctor keshi could see where this was going. The poor lynx was clearly getting far too feisty for his own good. Luckily, keshi had done his research. He would clearly need to be taken in for rehabilitation. Treatment of these vile perversions. But keshi had found that a great first step in getting an addict to see reason…was a small taste of their fixation. A show of good will. Therefore, he had volunteered himself for this particular rescue. Being a skunk, he suspected the social stigma surrounding his species alone would be enough to help peak the kitty’s curiosity. Combine that with the fact that he hadn’t bathed for a week prior to this encounter, and had just shoved the same paw he’d been digging around his rear with for the entire car ride here into the lynx’s face…and he had a recipe for a quickly compliant patient.

“Relax, sir. Have a sniff. See? Nobody’s blaming you here. You’re just sick, is all. We want to make you better. You just need to calm down.”

Edward, meanwhile, was only half-comprehending the bold skunk’s words. Initially paralyzed by fear, he was now paralyzed by something else…need. The minute that soft, warm, reeking paw clamped over his snout, his fate was sealed. Almost on instinct, he immediately gave a series of curious sniffs. Phew! It stunk!...why? Why would-f-fuck…it didn’t matter. He just needed a few more sniffs. His eyes fluttered, and a low purr escaped him.

“There we are. I thought that might help you see reason. See how bad your condition has become? You can’t help yourself. You need treatment.”

At that, keshi pulled his paw away from the now drunk-looking cat.

“W-wait! um…I mean…I don’t need anything! L-leave me alone. I d-don’t want to go anywhere!”

He could barely stammer out his last proclamation, having noticed an item in one of the wolf’s paws that made him want to run. A straitjacket. And he would have! He would have slammed the door and ran out the back. But…god, that skunk reeked. He just…he had to be near him. Near that smell. Just a little longer. When’s the last time this guy had a shower? Why in the world did his paw stink so-oh. Suddenly, it all clicked. This was on purpose. He knew edward couldn’t resist. He knew he was obsessed with musk. He knew he was…addicted.

“I know you don’t. But let’s be reasonable about your situation. You’re coming with us, you know that. You’re outnumbered. Maybe you could fight, or run, in theory there’s a chance. But then…you wouldn’t get to sniff me anymore, would you?”

Edward couldn’t even look at the three anymore. His form shrunk inward, tail wrapping around his leg as his ears fell flat. He looked downward, still sniffing the air. The lingering musk surrounding the skunk, combined with a hint of heavier stink that had rubbed off from that dominating paw on his nose already. They can’t take him for long, right? Maybe he could just go along with things for now. Just until he got a few more whiffs. Then he’d run.

“Erm…h-how long would it be?”

As soon as he’d mustered the courage to look up again, his nose was met with that warm paw once more.

“There’s a good patient. And here’s your reward! As far as your question, well…does it really matter? Do I have to take my paw away?”

“N-nnrrgghh…no…please…”

Sensing the curious cat had been thoroughly distracted, keshi silently signaled the wolves to begin putting the jacket on. Edward’s paws had fallen limp at his sides, as one wolf took them both by the wrists and another held the jacket out in front of him. A twinge of panic struck edward at feeling his wrists grabbed, but was quickly clouded over by that ever-sedating stink.

“I thought so. Now, we need you to stay still, ok? Just stay still, and you can keep sniffing. Ok?”

He gave the cat’s nose an affectionate rubbing with his paw, working the stink deeper onto it. Ensuring he stayed plenty docile as he was bound. Edward’s mind was a swirl of feelings. Panic, fear, anger…excitement? He knew he was making a mistake. He should fight it. But that smell…he didn’t want it taken away! He wanted more, he wanted-

Click!

Hearing, and feeling the buckles on his straitjacket snap closed…he couldn’t help but give a small whimper of fear. They had him now. He couldn’t fight. But…at least he had his reward. That reeking skunk paw was still there, rubbing against him so warmly. At least until the last buckle had fastened.

“W-why? I did what-”

“Easy now, easy. You did. But we can’t exactly treat you by just standing in your doorway, can we? You’ve been a very mature patient so far. But we have to get you into a more controlled environment if we’re to heal you. Come, walk with me to the van. You don’t have much of a choice now, of course, but it’s better if you come willingly. If you show me you’re mature enough to understand you need help, then…”

Lifting his arms over his head and giving a stretch, the skunk spun to his side and presented an exposed armpit to edward. Seeing this, his two wolf partners both hold their paws over their noses. Immediately, the doorway exploded with a brand new scent. A heavy scent, a wet one. It almost forced one’s breaths deeper. Edward needily dove towards the pit, but was stopped by a firm paw from one of the wolves. keshi lowered his arms again.

“Now now! You can smell, if you follow.”

He had to smell that closer. He was just too curious. With a defeated whimper-sigh, he obediently followed the three outside and to the backside of the van. As promised, the moment they reached it, he got his reward. Keshi held his arms high, and looked expectantly at edward.

“Very good. See? If you’re reasonable with us, we’re reasonable with you. Nobody expects an addict to just quit their addiction immediately. Go on, you’ve earned it.”

Diving snout-first into the pit, edward wrapped the smaller skunk into an unwitting side-hug for balance as he crouched a bit. He huffed the scent deeply, a brand new wave of dizziness washing over him instantly. He faintly heard the van doors opening behind them, but was far too occupied to care. He’d never been this close to a skunk. His stink was more…normal than edward expected? There was only the slightest tinge of that signature skunk musk to it. He wanted more.

“Now, you’re going to feel a slight prick, ok? It won’t hurt much at all.”

He barely had time to register the skunk’s words before he felt a strong paw against the back of his neck, a stinging sensation shoot through his arm. He instinctively tried to pull away from keshi’s pit, to see whatever was being done to him, but the paw held him firm. One of the wolves.

“Easy! Easy now, it’s just a little something to help you relax. If you try to fight, you’ll never smell me again.”

Edward’s struggles ceased. He breathed deep as he felt a strange fuzzy-warmth pumped into his arm. Immediately, his dizziness increased ten-fold. He could hardly stand. He was eventually pulled away from his musky heaven, held up by the two wolves behind him.

“W-wha? Y-you dooo to…hrrr…”

His mouth felt heavy, his whole body did. But we wasn’t finished yet. He’d do a ninja-style backflip and then-oh gosh. He’d just blinked his eyes for a second, he was sure of it. But when he opened them, he was greeted by the sight of the open back of the van. Keshi inside, bent over in front of him…with no pants. Tail flagged high, vibrant skunk rear on full display. He stood totally still, steadied by the wolves still holding him.

“It’s going to be alright. We’re going to get you the help you need. Please don’t fight. Just come on in and have a seat. If you come politely…maybe i’ll spray you. Deal?”

Most of his words didn’t even register in edward’s drugged up, foggy mind. Except that last part. That part was heard loud and clear. Maybe he’ll spray him. Edward practically dove into the back of the spacious, padded van. To get sprayed…he’d dreamed about it too many times to count. Nothing else mattered. He’d figure it out later, it’d all work out. surely. Paws outstretched, he picked himself off the soft floor of the van and onto his knees, reaching out towards…nothing. Keshi had already crawled right over him in his addled state, and closed the doors behind him. He only even knew because he’d heard the doors close.

“Sorry, but I did say maybe. I can’t spray company property, you understand. However, I’ve left you a small gift for being such a good patient. Something to help keep you calm on the ride, along with your medicine. It’s a bit of a long ride.”

Getting his bearings, he smelled them before he saw them. Right there on the padded floor was a pair of very stained, clearly well-worn socks. keshi’s. He crawled over to them, planting his snout firmly against them and huffing deeply. They were amazing! Such a warm, brain-tingling scent. Was that…really all it took to kidnap him? To make him submit to who knows what, for who knows how long? Maybe he really did need help. He pressed his snout deeper into them as he curled up into a fetal position on the van floor. Sniffing, and purring, he slowly drifted off the sleep, as he obediently waited to be brought to his new life. Maybe, if he was extra good, he’d get to sniff doctor keshi again. And to be honest, at this point, that was all he really cared about.