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Commissioned by
mrfox55
Story and characters:
strega
Comic based on the original story by strega, check the whole story out here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/10203
I will include part of the story that takes place a little before and during the first page here.
David was kicking the heavy bag when the skunk walked into the dojo. Six foot three, and over two hundred pounds, David was a muscular cougar, more heavily built than most sensei; he prided himself both on his powerful physique and the flexibility that he had managed to blend with it. Fast and strong and infinitely practiced, he would have more than the four stripes on his black belt had the senior dans of his school not imposed a time limit on how fast one could advance. He was confident, and sought challenges…and this skunk looked like a challenge.
The mephit wore a set of Gi bottoms, and where he found a pair that fit his enormous frame David couldn’t imagine. Towering past seven feet, he had to duck to clear the doorframe, and his thick black pelt didn’t cover up the fact that he was massively built. A quick glance at the naturally broad midsection, the paws larger than the cougar’s head, the arms/forelegs thick as his thighs, and the sensei guessed at a mass over five hundred pounds. A simple, dirty yellow belt strained to surround the skunk’s waist, held up in the back by a gigantic brush of largely whitefurred tail. Red padded sparring gloves and boots stuck from a sports bag, which they filled past capacity.
David couldn’t help gaping, and the skunk grinned as he took off his sandals. "Yes, I know…I get that a lot, Sensei." Stepping onto the mat, be bowed slightly. "I was hoping you had a spot in one of your classes. I understand they are small."
The cougar grinned back. "Yes, small…and, honestly, why would you need to train? Besides your, er, chemical defense," he gestured at the skunk’s fluffy tail, "I can see you are in good shape. Who would want to bother you?"
The skunk sighed. "You’d be surprised. The main thing I want is to learn the middle tier of skills…I have had a year or so of practice, in several schools…so that I can subdue an attacker without hurting them too much. That takes training, when you are as big as I am."
David shut his muzzle just as he was about to suggest Aikido or a similar school. The thought of this massive mephit doing even simple kicks…maybe he wouldn’t take him as a student, but at least he could see that much. "Well, why not put on your pads, and we’ll see."
The skunk nodded, slipping on the pads. "All right." David nodded at the long bag, and the mephit…lumbered, for lack of a better word, heavy on his paws…to it and slapped a handpaw into the middle. With a hefty CHUNK the bag bent in the middle, and the cougar’s eyes widened a fraction. The skunk leaned to the side, and David had to wince as he slammed a simple round kick into the leather, the chains creaking as the bag swung up to a forty-five degree angle. The mephit cocked a paw as it came back down, and the sensei interjected, "Wait! I don’t think the chains can take that."
The skunk paused, blinking, and the bag slowed its swinging, a faint powder of plaster coating its top from the bolts above. "Sorry about that. I could have hit it a lot harder…I guess the last bag I hit was anchored better."
David rubbed his chin. The skunk’s pelt had hardly rippled at all as he hit the bag. From previous experience with smaller mephits, he knew they were naturally fat, but this one was almost all muscle…almost gaunt. Just…five hundred pounds of thin skunk, seven and a half feet of mephit. "I can see where you could easily hit too hard. Let’s spar slowly, and see how much control you have."
The skunk nodded, and smiled, stepping to the middle of the mat. A bow each, and David flicked a kick at the wide midsection, confident enough of his own control that no pads were needed. He connected, the skunk’s clumsy block too slow, and had his foot bounce off dense pelt over what felt like solid muscle. Another kick, to the shoulder, to no more effect, and he spun into a back round kick, cranking up the power even though he would pull the kick up short. The mephit really was in good shape, just slow.
But not as slow as he thought. As his back turned to the skunk, it stepped far forward, and grabbed him around the chest with its huge paws. Snugged against the furry chest, his kick muffled, he twisted to get his hands against its chest. There he found the skunk grinning down at him, hips twisted so even his groin was out of reach. The arms around him were immovable; the skunk had him cold, in a light hug that could become a crushing one. "That wasn’t bad at all. With your size, all you have to do is grab a troublemaker."
Striper nodded. "That’s right. All I have to do is get within reach." And with that, he tugged David upward, his neck bending down and muzzle suddenly gaping.
David’s eyes went wide, vision filling with the pink inside of the huge skunk’s maw, yellowed fangs and pink tongue and darker palate. The skunk was demonstrating that he was capable of defending himself, he thought, the bite just a bluff, a hollow threat…and then fangs brushed past his ears, and the mephit’s head jerked downward, wide muzzle taking in the cougar’s entire head.
Commissioned by
mrfox55Story and characters:
stregaComic based on the original story by strega, check the whole story out here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/10203
I will include part of the story that takes place a little before and during the first page here.
David was kicking the heavy bag when the skunk walked into the dojo. Six foot three, and over two hundred pounds, David was a muscular cougar, more heavily built than most sensei; he prided himself both on his powerful physique and the flexibility that he had managed to blend with it. Fast and strong and infinitely practiced, he would have more than the four stripes on his black belt had the senior dans of his school not imposed a time limit on how fast one could advance. He was confident, and sought challenges…and this skunk looked like a challenge.
The mephit wore a set of Gi bottoms, and where he found a pair that fit his enormous frame David couldn’t imagine. Towering past seven feet, he had to duck to clear the doorframe, and his thick black pelt didn’t cover up the fact that he was massively built. A quick glance at the naturally broad midsection, the paws larger than the cougar’s head, the arms/forelegs thick as his thighs, and the sensei guessed at a mass over five hundred pounds. A simple, dirty yellow belt strained to surround the skunk’s waist, held up in the back by a gigantic brush of largely whitefurred tail. Red padded sparring gloves and boots stuck from a sports bag, which they filled past capacity.
David couldn’t help gaping, and the skunk grinned as he took off his sandals. "Yes, I know…I get that a lot, Sensei." Stepping onto the mat, be bowed slightly. "I was hoping you had a spot in one of your classes. I understand they are small."
The cougar grinned back. "Yes, small…and, honestly, why would you need to train? Besides your, er, chemical defense," he gestured at the skunk’s fluffy tail, "I can see you are in good shape. Who would want to bother you?"
The skunk sighed. "You’d be surprised. The main thing I want is to learn the middle tier of skills…I have had a year or so of practice, in several schools…so that I can subdue an attacker without hurting them too much. That takes training, when you are as big as I am."
David shut his muzzle just as he was about to suggest Aikido or a similar school. The thought of this massive mephit doing even simple kicks…maybe he wouldn’t take him as a student, but at least he could see that much. "Well, why not put on your pads, and we’ll see."
The skunk nodded, slipping on the pads. "All right." David nodded at the long bag, and the mephit…lumbered, for lack of a better word, heavy on his paws…to it and slapped a handpaw into the middle. With a hefty CHUNK the bag bent in the middle, and the cougar’s eyes widened a fraction. The skunk leaned to the side, and David had to wince as he slammed a simple round kick into the leather, the chains creaking as the bag swung up to a forty-five degree angle. The mephit cocked a paw as it came back down, and the sensei interjected, "Wait! I don’t think the chains can take that."
The skunk paused, blinking, and the bag slowed its swinging, a faint powder of plaster coating its top from the bolts above. "Sorry about that. I could have hit it a lot harder…I guess the last bag I hit was anchored better."
David rubbed his chin. The skunk’s pelt had hardly rippled at all as he hit the bag. From previous experience with smaller mephits, he knew they were naturally fat, but this one was almost all muscle…almost gaunt. Just…five hundred pounds of thin skunk, seven and a half feet of mephit. "I can see where you could easily hit too hard. Let’s spar slowly, and see how much control you have."
The skunk nodded, and smiled, stepping to the middle of the mat. A bow each, and David flicked a kick at the wide midsection, confident enough of his own control that no pads were needed. He connected, the skunk’s clumsy block too slow, and had his foot bounce off dense pelt over what felt like solid muscle. Another kick, to the shoulder, to no more effect, and he spun into a back round kick, cranking up the power even though he would pull the kick up short. The mephit really was in good shape, just slow.
But not as slow as he thought. As his back turned to the skunk, it stepped far forward, and grabbed him around the chest with its huge paws. Snugged against the furry chest, his kick muffled, he twisted to get his hands against its chest. There he found the skunk grinning down at him, hips twisted so even his groin was out of reach. The arms around him were immovable; the skunk had him cold, in a light hug that could become a crushing one. "That wasn’t bad at all. With your size, all you have to do is grab a troublemaker."
Striper nodded. "That’s right. All I have to do is get within reach." And with that, he tugged David upward, his neck bending down and muzzle suddenly gaping.
David’s eyes went wide, vision filling with the pink inside of the huge skunk’s maw, yellowed fangs and pink tongue and darker palate. The skunk was demonstrating that he was capable of defending himself, he thought, the bite just a bluff, a hollow threat…and then fangs brushed past his ears, and the mephit’s head jerked downward, wide muzzle taking in the cougar’s entire head.
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Striper was modeled in build after Andre the Giant, whose "screen size" (Wrestlers were almost always billed with exaggerated height and weight) was 7'4" and 520 pounds. Andre was very strong, and as it's natural for Striper to be this size and he doesn't suffer from the scaling drawbacks really big humans suffer he's even stronger, and surprisingly quick. If he gets within reach of a human-sized opponent that person is in real trouble.
This is a really old story and a product of hornyposting, so I wasn't as concerned with "Why doesn't a mob of people with torches and pitchforks hunt the pred down" as I was later on. These days my preds either operate in deepest secrecy, in areas where no one cares or are eating people legally for one reason or another.
This is a really old story and a product of hornyposting, so I wasn't as concerned with "Why doesn't a mob of people with torches and pitchforks hunt the pred down" as I was later on. These days my preds either operate in deepest secrecy, in areas where no one cares or are eating people legally for one reason or another.
Before he moved to Anchorage and became a security guard Striper had a number of professions. He wrestled, he drove trucks and he appeared in a number of porn films. If they'd paid him better he'd probably still be doing that, though there were persistent "fit issues" when it came to finding sex partners for him. 83
I have gradually been merging my Earth-based settings. At one point the beach was not on the same earth as the LAPD werewolves or the Project, but it was too convenient narratively for them not to be on the same planet. There is the major problem that S&S appeared on an episode of the Run but as I recall it was specifically mentioned that they were brought from another world for the show, so on "this" Earth it's not widely known that they can eat people.
i though it was in the lore for S&S that they where both created by the project and a settlement from them was part of how the skunks have the money to live comfortable and really only works as a cover (or to bait creeps in sandra's case). i remember a story that involved striper having to go down south to visit one of the projects labs for a checkup
It's a long and convoluted story but yes. Striper and Sandra are some of the last products of a Project effort to make animal people. Previously there was an anthro skunk named Victor and a feral skunk named Striper. They were both engineered so they could eat people, digest them down to a semen package, and impregnate a female feral skunk who would give birth to a skunk person with the eaten person's memories. This was all highly experimental and in the early stages and it didn't really work out. (There were other animals, it wasn't just skunks). Victor ate his human girlfriend (consensually) as she wanted to become a skunk woman and his wife. Victor impregnated the she-skunk but the child turned out to have none of her memories. In grief Victor fed himself to Striper. For reasons even the Project couldn't work out this caused the two of them to merge, so you had a 300-pound feral skunk eating a 200-pound anthro skunk and the result was a 500 pound anthro skunk with only a few of Victor's memories.
This skunk kept the name Striper while the female skunk from the previous mating grew up to be Sandra, who eventually sought out her sort-of-father anthro-Striper and married him after seeing his porn films. As the whole "converting people to anthro animals" idea turned out to be a bust the Project moved on to other things and gave Striper and Sandra stipends that were enough for a so-so living. They still have contacts in the Project and have annual physicals and so on. They did show up in an episode of the Run but that was a long time ago and I may misremember the part where they were from a different Earth. In any event only their friends in the Project and the people they have eaten know they can swallow people whole and none of those people are likely to give the game away.
This skunk kept the name Striper while the female skunk from the previous mating grew up to be Sandra, who eventually sought out her sort-of-father anthro-Striper and married him after seeing his porn films. As the whole "converting people to anthro animals" idea turned out to be a bust the Project moved on to other things and gave Striper and Sandra stipends that were enough for a so-so living. They still have contacts in the Project and have annual physicals and so on. They did show up in an episode of the Run but that was a long time ago and I may misremember the part where they were from a different Earth. In any event only their friends in the Project and the people they have eaten know they can swallow people whole and none of those people are likely to give the game away.
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