On a hazy, humid day like this, the skunk farmhand took any opportunity he could to take a rest and take shade in the nearby barn. After all that work, even the oven-like confines of the barn was better than standing out in the glaring sunshine, and as he shook off the he had to think back to those poor hippogryphs who still had another few hours to go after their rest. With their heavy coat of feather-fur and their daily labour meaning they’re out in the summer sun all day, it must be incredibly tiring.

The skunk’s mind turned to some other thoughts he had about those massive beasts. As much as he didn’t want to admit it too much, there was another reason why he’d always offer to help work with them, alone, here in this very barn...hippogryphs, after a long and arduous day of work in the fields, are rung with sweat...and boy do they reek. A dirty, earthy, distinctively equine musk that puts most people off going close to them. But not this skunk, oh no. That stink got his mouth watering, his heart racing, his cheeks blushing, somehow he just loved how dirty and filthy the feral beasts were...and then one of them casually cantered into the barn, shaking the sweat off his heavyset coat of feathers, spraying his scent across the humid air of the barn...and once the skunk caught a whiff of it, he could feel his cock stiffening up.

He slowly walked on over to the gigantic beast, softly calling out to him, running his fingers through the stallion’s sweat-soaked feathers and feeling the heat of it radiating off...then the skunk buried his snout into the featherfur, taking a deep whiff of his and shivering with delight at the headrush he got from taking it in. It was so masculine...so potent...and almost as if the beast knew how much the skunk loved his scent, the hippogryph lifted his tailfeathers up, and his tremendously thick horsecock slid out of his sticky sheath.

The skunk carefully moved around to the rear of the stallion and gasped at the sight of his oversized, sweat-glazed bits. His mind started rushing with forbidden thoughts... The hippogryphs trusted him enough not to buck him at the feeling of any rear intrusion, but what if someone caught him, snout deep in that sticky hole, lapping the salty sweat off the hippogryph’s dirty hole? He’d taken in the scent of their fur and jerked off to the thought of that many times before, but he’d never once had the courage to actually come up to the hippogryph and take it in for real.

What if someone caught him? If someone found out the skunk was addicted to the thought of worshiping that fat, stinking donut ass? His reputation would be ruined...but even from this far away the smell was unlike anything he’d ever huffed before.

To hell with it. If he’s gonna be a hippogryph ass huffer...he might as well make it count. He hungrily licked his lips, and prepared to make out with that puffy hole…

Sort of a double-gift as well as a practice thing from skunksly skunksly to both me and an anonymous skunk friend of ours. Varo does want to get back into drawing things, and even if he’s relatively new I think he did a really good job here. Hopefully there will be a few more fun musky times coming!

Want to see alternative versions of this pic, such as without dialogue? Or want this without FA's 2005 tier compression? There might be an alt version! Have a look at my Telegram art stash, read the pinned readme here: https://t.me/pirateeagletrashstash/2255