Thick, beefy arms protruding from broad shoulders framing his bulging pectorals, the white fur of his belly emphasizing the skunks abs even through his gut which, like the rest of his muscled physique, was a little pudgy due to the mephit's bulky frame, which was supported by a sturdy pair of thick, powerful legs: this was definitely a male skunk you were dealing with. Of course, even if the hulking skunk weren't towering a good two feet over you, it was difficult NOT to notice the his hefty black sack dangling below his thick sheath, both of which all the more striking as they bulge out from the fluffy white fur on his groin.
"You lost little guy?" He coos in his deep, gravely voice as if a stray puppy had wandered into the ring, "You gonna keep me company while I wait for my real opponent gets here? See, you can't have a wrestling match with only one wrestler, and the only other person I see here is a puny little tail-noser I'd use as a sweat rag after a REAL match." A toothy, lop-sided grin spreads over the skunk's muzzle as he reaches down cup a hand against his heavy balls, shamelessly fondling himself as you watch, "Mmm, speaking of which," the lewd mephit beckons you his the hand not currently messaging his sack, "why don't you save yourself a lot of pain and crawl on over here on your hands and knees; I got a job for you. You may have to swallow a fart or three, but hey, at least you get to keep all your teeth right?"
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