His head swimming and full of the heady scents of musk and rosewater, and the incomparable touch of skunk fluff, Foxglove finds himself (mercifully) in the embrace of all Elfin Rose's lovelies. And becomes, at last, the skunkstallion he was meant to be. And with that, comes the urge to make a lovely stallion croon for his touch and fragrance.


Big thanks to  Caudle for all his help with the series!

*reposted because I'd not posted the second story before this, woops!*