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Mad Science, The Advanced Course is an interactive fetish game involving mad science and the transformation of women into skunk-human hybrids. It involves erotic situations, some outright sex, lots of skunk spray, and a few farts. If skunk women getting stinky isn’t your thing, you should go no further.
Mad Science is a puzzle game. You’ll need to interact with a variety of skunk characters. Do the right things, and you might get the next clue to solve your puzzle. Do the wrong things, and you’ll end up on the receiving end of a skunk’s wrath. With each skunk woman, there are certain things you can do that will make her mood better – or worse. A skunk’s mood will influence the outcome of many your choices, improving your odds of finding a clue or avoiding a fragrant end.
Unfortunately for you, doing all the right things is no guarantee that you’ll continue to breathe freely. Sometimes luck will come into play, too. Chasing skunks is a risky business. But even if your luck holds, it’s impossible to complete the game without getting skunked. If you want to win, though, you’ll have to do your best to avoid getting sprayed. (But maybe you don’t actually want to win. I’m not judging.)
The sidebar will display various pieces of information designed to help you keep track of your progress and size up how much trouble you're in. If you’re having trouble, there’s a guy you can talk to who will give you some vague hints, for a price. If you’re in easy mode, there’s a woman who can give you more explicit hints. So take a deep breath, and dive right in!
Enter the game in normal modeEnter the game in easy modeA note on gender: The game is written from the point of view of a hetero male. I toyed with the idea of gender options for the player character, but the game is already kind of overwhelming for my first self-contained interactive fiction. I’d like to offer more choices, but the simple fact of the matter is that I just got too lazy. I hope you enjoy the game as written.Recommended resolution: 1920x1080 <<nobr>>
<<set $girlfriend_skunked =0; $stripper_skunked =0; $wrestler_skunked = 0; $librarian_skunked = 0; $dominatrix_skunked = 0; $guard1_skunked = 0; $guard2_skunked = 0; $guard3_skunked = 0; $guard4_skunked = 0; $guard5_skunked = 0; $guard6_skunked = 0; $gypsy_skunked = 0; $trainer_skunked = 0>>
<<set $girlfriend_sex =0; $stripper_sex =0; $wrestler_sex = 0; $librarian_sex = 0; $dominatrix_sex = 0; $guard1_sex = 0; $guard2_sex = 0; $guard3_sex = 0; $guard4_sex = 0; $guard5_sex = 0; $guard6_sex = 0; $gypsy_sex = 0; $trainer_sex = 0>>
<<set $girlfriend_mood =0; $stripper_mood =0; $wrestler_mood = 0; $librarian_mood = 0; $dominatrix_mood = 0; $guard1_mood = 0; $guard2_mood = 0; $guard3_mood = 0; $guard4_mood = 0; $guard5_mood = 0; $guard6_mood = 1; $gypsy_mood = 0; $trainer_mood = 1>>
<<set $current_skunk = ""; $current_mood = 0>>
<<set $skunked = false; $skunked_last = ""; $drinks = 0; $lost = false; $clues = 0>>
<<set $cash = false; $pole_dance = 0; $riddle = false; $safe_word = false; $handcuffs = false; $submissive = false; $fetish = false; $map = false; $key = false; $book = false>>
<<set $easy = false; $hints = 0>>
<<set $club_intro = false; $library_intro = false; $bar_intro = false; $dungeon_intro = false;$gypsy_intro = false; $warning = false>>
<<set $transformation = ["Rose has skunk hair.","Rose has skunk ears.","Rose has skunk ears, a skunk tail, and noxious gas.","Rose has a skunk tail, furry legs, and noxious gas.","Rose has a skunk tail, a furry body, and noxious gas.","Rose is a fully armed skunk!"]>>
<<set $moods = ["furious", "angry", "annoyed", "indifferent", "friendly", "happy", "horny"]>>
<<set $skunked_to_dungeon = false; $skunked_now = false>>
<<endnobr>>//Mad Science, The Advanced Course// is an interactive fetish game involving mad science and the transformation of women into skunk-human hybrids. It involves erotic situations, some outright sex, lots of skunk spray, and a few farts. If skunk women getting stinky isn’t your thing, you should go no further.
Mad Science is a puzzle game. You’ll need to interact with a variety of skunk characters. Do the right things, and you might get the next clue to solve your puzzle. Do the wrong things, and you’ll end up on the receiving end of a skunk’s wrath. With each skunk woman, there are certain things you can do that will make her mood better – or worse. A skunk’s mood will influence the outcome of many your choices, improving your odds of finding a clue or avoiding a fragrant end.
Unfortunately for you, doing all the right things is no guarantee that you’ll continue to breathe freely. Sometimes luck will come into play, too. Chasing skunks is a risky business. But even if your luck holds, it’s impossible to complete the game without getting skunked. If you want to win, though, you’ll have to do your best to avoid getting sprayed. (But maybe you don’t actually want to win. I’m not judging.)
The sidebar will display various pieces of information designed to help you keep track of your progress and size up how much trouble you're in. If you’re having trouble, there’s a guy you can talk to who will give you some vague hints, for a price. If you’re in easy mode, there’s a woman who can give you more explicit hints. So take a deep breath, and dive right in!
[[Enter the game in normal mode|"House 0"][$easy = false]]
[[Enter the game in easy mode|"House 0"][$easy = true]]
//A note on gender: The game is written from the point of view of a hetero male. I toyed with the idea of gender options for the player character, but the game is already kind of overwhelming for my first self-contained interactive fiction. I’d like to offer more choices, but the simple fact of the matter is that I just got too lazy. I hope you enjoy the game as written.//
//Recommended resolution: 1920x1080//
You are at home in your little house in Hereford, a moderately sized town. In recent months, quite a few women around town have mysteriously been transformed into skunk-human hybrids. It has caused quite an uproar, not least because the skunk women are more than a little trigger-happy with their new capabilities. What’s worse, no one seems to know exactly what’s causing the transformations. There’s a definite mood of confusion and fear around town, but you’re trying your best to go on with life as usual.
The doorbell rings, and when you answer, you see a package on the step, addressed to your girlfriend. “Delivery for you,” you call out as you go back inside.
Your girlfriend, Rose, comes out of the kitchen with a curious expression on her face. “I didn’t order anything,” she says. You take a moment to admire her. She’s short and curvy, with brilliant green eyes and an easy smile. She has long, dark, straight hair that she likes to wear in tails at the sides of her head.
You shrug. “Open it and see what it is,” you suggest.
[>img[rose2.png]]Rose opens the box. Inside is a perfume atomizer. “You shouldn’t have!” she says gleefully. Before you can inform her that you didn’t, she picks it up and spritzes it on her neck. The aroma of skunk immediately surrounds her, but not overpoweringly so – more like the way that unmistakable odor can waft on the night breeze. Still, she grimaces and drops the bottle. “Pfaugh!” she exclaims. “Why the hell would you buy me skunk perfume?” She glares at you. “Do you have a thing for all those women in town who have been turned into skunk girls? Have you ordered me a skunk costume, too?”
You shrug helplessly. “It’s not from me!” you protest. “I have no idea where it came from.” A feeling of dread starts to nag at you.
Rose opens her mouth to argue, but then she reaches out to clutch the arm of the sofa. “I’m dizzy,” she says woozily as she sits down. A white streak gradually appears in her hair.
You gape at Rose, uncertain of what to do. You rummage in the box and find a card in the bottom of it. You read aloud, “My nanites have started to transform your sweet Rose into a skunk woman.” Rose looks on, wide-eyed with dismay, but she doesn’t interrupt. “I have the nanite controller that can change her back. There is a rare book I need, titled //Mad Science, The Advanced Course//. Bring it to me, and I will give you the controller. Yours in science, Dr. Devious.”
Rose starts crying, and you put your arms around her shoulders to try to comfort her. “I don’t want to be a skunk!” she wails.
“It’ll be okay,” you assure her. “I’ll figure something out.”
“Do whatever you have to do,” Rose tells you. “One of the other skunk girls in town must know something. Talk to every single one of them. Find out what they know! Hell, fuck every skunk girl in town if that’s what it takes! Just find that book!”
You are a little shocked at Rose’s suggestion. But then, she never has been the possessive sort. In fact, she ogles other women as much as you do. You hold her close and ponder what to do.
[[Stay and comfort Rose|House 0][$stay=true]]
[[Head into town|Town 0][$stay=false]]
<<set $current_skunk = ""; $skunked_now = false>>You stand in the town square, looking around at the quaint little downtown area. The square is fronted on three sides by low, sturdy brick buildings, neatly maintained. The sidewalks are wide, and there is a fountain in the middle of the square. The fourth side of the square faces a substantial stretch of forest, encompassed by a high, iron fence. A sign on the fence proclaims it to be the Hereford Wildlife Sanctuary.
Most of the shops have been there for decades. Not much changes in Hereford under normal circumstances. Of course, circumstances have been far from normal lately. Quite a lot of stores have signs in the window proclaiming: “Gone for an extended vacation”, “Closed for the duration of the incident”, “Relocating due to recent events”, and so on. Others, however, are still open for business, and several have undergone a makeover.
Several places catch your eye:
<<nobr>>
[[Hereford Public Library|Library 0]]<br>
[[Pole Cats, a Gentlemen’s Club|Strip Club 0]]<br>
[[Grapplin’ Greta’s Watering Hole and Rasslin’ Emporium|Bar 0]]<br>
[[Betty Danger’s Bawdy Dungeon|Dungeon 0]]<br>
[[Hereford Wildlife Sanctuary|Forest 0]]<br>
<<if $easy>>[[Madame Moufette’s Manor of Mystery|Gypsy 0]]<br><<endif>>
[[Your house|House 0]]<br>
<<endnobr>>
[>img[roseb3.png]]<<nobr>>
<<if $stay is true>><<set $Scene = "House 2_1">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $Scene = "House 2_3">>
<<else>><<set $Scene = "House 2_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $Scene>>
You stay with Rose, trying to comfort her. “You’re so dizzy you can hardly sit up,” you tell her. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” she protests. “I don’t know what I’ll find when I wake up.”
“I know, sweetie,” you tell her. “But those nanites are clearly taking a toll on you. You need your rest.” You coax a reluctant Rose into bed. A few hours later, you hear her stirring in the bedroom and go to check on her.
<<set $Scene = "House 2_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home to check on Rose. You hear her in the bedroom, and go to see how she is.
<<set $Scene = "House 2_4">><<display $Scene>>You return home, reeking of skunk. Your ordeal has left you exhausted. You really need to clean up and get some sleep. Fortunately, when the skunk women started appearing around town, you took some precautions. You raid your stockpile of skunk spray remedy ingredients, hit the shower, and clean up as best you can.
Unfortunately, no amount of scrubbing can get the smell off you completely. The musky aroma of skunk clings to you, but at least it’s no longer overpowering. You suspect people will at least tolerate your presence now.
You collapse onto the couch, not wanting to disturb Rose’s rest. A few hours later, you wake up, feeling much more refreshed. You hear stirring in the bedroom and go to check on Rose.<<set $skunked=false>>
<<set $Scene = "House 2_4">><<display $Scene>>Rose is standing at the mirror, running her fingers lightly over furry ears that have sprouted near the top of her head. They peek up through her hair, black-furred and round. Rose hears you and turns, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “It’s started,” she says, her shaky voice hardly more than a whisper. “What are we going to do?”
[[Stay and comfort Rose|House 0][$stay=true]]
[[Head into town|Town 0][$stay=false]]
[>img[roseb4.png]]<<nobr>>
<<if $stay is true>><<set $Scene = "House 3_1">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $Scene = "House 3_3">>
<<else>><<set $Scene = "House 3_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $Scene>>“I don’t know, Rose,” you tell her. “I’ll make some calls and see what I can find out.” You sit down and call up the Chamber of Commerce website for Hereford, hoping the list of places there will give you some sort of inspiration for where to look for a clue. Nothing stands out, but you’re not willing to leave Rose alone in her current state. You start calling methodically, looking for any kind of a lead.
Rose tries to stay up and contribute to your search, but she is soon overcome with fatigue. The transformation must be taking up a lot of her energy. You coax her back to bed and tuck her in.
Several hours later, you toss your phone on the desk in frustration. You have no useful information whatsoever. You hear Rose awake in the bedroom again, and go to check on her.
<<set $Scene = "House 3_4">><<display $Scene>>You return home, worried about Rose. You don’t want to leave her alone too long in her current state. You don’t see her in the living room or kitchen, and you head to the bedroom to check on her.
<<set $Scene = "House 3_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home, reeking of skunk. Getting skunked didn’t just leave you breathless in the short term. You’re surprisingly weary. You really need to clean up and get some sleep. You raid your stockpile of skunk spray remedy ingredients. It’s going to take a lot to get this much musk off you, and you do a quick mental calculation. You figure you probably have enough to get cleaned up four or five times. You shudder at the thought of running afoul of a skunk woman that many times, and you can’t help but wonder just how much trouble this investigation is going to get you into. You hit the shower and clean up as best you can.
Unfortunately, no amount of scrubbing can get the smell off you completely. The musky aroma of skunk clings to you, but at least it’s no longer overpowering. You suspect people will at least tolerate your presence now.
You collapse onto the couch, not wanting to disturb Rose’s rest. A few hours later, you wake up, feeling much more refreshed. You hear stirring in the bedroom and go to check on Rose.<<set $skunked=false>>
<<set $Scene = "House 3_4">><<display $Scene>>
Rose is standing naked in front of the mirror, twisting this way and that as she tries to get a good look behind her. She now has a long, bushy, black-and-white tail. You gape at the change, even as your eyes habitually linger on Rose’s gorgeous curves.
Rose catches a glimpse of you in the mirror and whirls to face you. “This is awful!” she wails. “The ears were kind of cute, at least. With this enormous thing nailed to my butt, everyone will see how much of a freak I am.”
You shake your head. “You’re not a freak, my Rose,” you assure her. “You’re the woman I love, with or without a tail.” You try to find something else positive to say. “Besides,” you add hastily, “it really is a beautiful tail.”
“Really?” Rose asks, looking skeptical.
“Really,” you answer firmly. “Come over here and show it to me.”
Rose frowns. “You can’t be serious,” she says. “I’m turning into a skunk, and you want me to turn my back on you?”
That wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but you’re not about to backpedal now. “Of course,” you tell her. “I trust you.”
[>img[rosed1.png]]Rose steps toward you, then turns around. Still standing up straight, she raises her tail high in the air. “I’m surprised I can control it so well,” she says. “It moves as naturally as an arm or a leg.”
“It really is a beautiful tail,” you tell Rose, “but not nearly as beautiful as what’s below it.” You goose her playfully.
Rose lets out a little yip of surprise. “Watch it, buster!” she says with a smile. “Remember who you’re standing behind.” She bends over and wiggles her curvy rear at you.
You take a step back, holding your hands out in front of you. “Oh no!” you say in mock horror. “Anything but that!”
“That’s right,” Rose sneers. “You’d better—” Whatever she was about to say is interrupted when she lets go of a short but loud fart. She turns beet red. “Oh crap,” she says. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—//Oh dear god!//” She holds her nose and steps away from you fanning the air.
You find yourself doing the same thing as the smell of her gas finds its way to your nostrils. You’ve never smelled a fart so foul in your entire life. It’s acrid and sulfurous, and it makes your eyes start to water. “It’s okay,” you gasp. “It’s just a little toot.”
Rose grimaces. “And Krakatoa was just letting off a little steam,” she sneers. “I’m turning into a monster!”
“No, you’re not!” you insist. “We can get you some Bean-o or something. You’ll be fine. We’ll find a way to fix this.”
[[Stay and comfort Rose|House 0][$stay = true]]
[[Head into town|Town 0][$stay = false]]
[>img[rosec4.png]]<<nobr>>
<<if $stay is true>><<set $Scene = "House 4_1">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $Scene = "House 4_3">>
<<else>><<set $Scene = "House 4_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $Scene>>You call up a web browser and start searching for information on nanites. It’s time-consuming. There’s a lot of general information, most of it speculative about what nanites would be like if they were possible. You also find a lot of science fiction stories. You refine your search over and over again, but you just can’t find anything useful.
As you work, Rose starts to nod off. She grabs a quick bite to eat and returns to the bedroom. A few hours later, you give up your search as fruitless and go to check on her.
<<set $Scene = "House 4_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home, wondering how much Rose has changed. When you peek into the bedroom, you can see her sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to disturb her, you go to your computer and fire up a web browser. You start searching for information on nanites, but after hours of searching, you give it up as a futile effort.
You hear Rose start to stir, and you go to check on her.
<<set $Scene = "House 4_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home, reeking of skunk. You had thought you were starting to smell a bit better, but when you step into the house and close the front door, the stink fills the room. You realize it was just the breeze whisking away the funk clinging to you that made you seem more bearable. You raid your stockpile of skunk spray remedy ingredients, rationing them out carefully. The last thing you want to do is run out when you’re involved in such a risky investigation, and you don’t want to waste time going to the store for more. Of course, the way things have been going in town lately, you might not find the supplies even if you took the time to go shopping. Everyone has been stocking up. You hit the shower and clean up as best you can.
Unfortunately, no amount of scrubbing can get the smell off you completely. The musky aroma of skunk clings to you, but at least it’s no longer overpowering. You suspect people will at least tolerate your presence now.
You collapse onto the couch, not wanting to disturb Rose’s rest. A few hours later, you wake up, feeling much more refreshed. You hear stirring in the bedroom and go to check on Rose.<<set $skunked = false>>
<<set $Scene = "House 4_4">><<display $Scene>>
Rose turns onto her side to look at you from the bed. The first thing you notice is that she has fur on her lower legs. Her toenails have grown into blunt claws. Rose sees you staring and looks down. “Oh no!” she gasps, her eyes wide. “It’s spreading! I had hoped that at least I’d be one of the skunk girls who ended up without much fur.”
You try to think of a way to lighten the mood. “Hey, come on,” you say. “Most women only daydream about owning so much fur.”
Rose sticks her tongue out at you and blows a raspberry. An instant later, her lower half follows suit, blowing a loud, rippling rump raspberry. Rose blushes even darker than before. Her nose wrinkles. “Gawd, that’s awful,” she complains. “Sorry about that.”
[>img[rosee1.png]]You take an involuntary step back. If anything the odor of her fart is even stronger than it was the first time. It definitely has a musky, skunk-like quality to it. “That’s okay,” you assure her. “It was an accident.”
A sly smile spreads across Rose’s face. “That one was,” she tells you, “but this one isn’t.” She twists her butt toward you and lets another fart rip, long and low and loud. The nauseating smell washes over you, and Rose starts to giggle. “You know, as horrible as that smells, I think I’m starting to like it,” she says. “Don’t you agree?” She wiggles her tush at you.
You gape at Rose, horrified. She’s always gone to great lengths not to fart in front of you. The nanites must be affecting her mind as well as her body. You quickly get your expression under control and force a smile. “Well, you know what they say,” you tell her. “A Rose by any other name would smell was sweet.”
Rose gets up onto all fours, her tail held high and her ass pointed right at you. “Then come smell your Rose,” she purrs over her shoulder.<<set $current_skunk = "Rose"; $current_mood = 1>>
[[Stick around and play with Rose|House 0][$stay = true]]
[[Make a hasty exit and head into town|Town 0][$stay = false]]
<<nobr>>
<<if $stay is true>><<set $Scene = "House 5_1">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $Scene = "House 5_3">>
<<else>><<set $Scene = "House 5_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $Scene>>[>img[rosee1.png]]You stare at Rose in shock for a long moment. You can’t believe the change coming over her, or the horrifying smell coming out of her. But you have to admit, she does look amazingly good bent over in front of you. Instead of trying to figure out how to stop her transformation, maybe you should be figuring out how to live with it.
You square your shoulders and do your best to smile. “How could I refuse that offer?” you ask as you step up close behind her.
“You can’t,” Rose tells you with a smirk. “Now get in there and smell my rosebud.”
You kneel behind Rose. You’re not thrilled with the idea of having your nose right in there if she decides to keep being gassy, but you’ve always loved going down on her. You lean in close and give her outer pussy lips a long, delicate lick. Rose moans softly and leans back against you. You give her a longer, firmer lick and end up with your nose nestled right against her rosebud. “Yes,” she moans. “Smell your Rose.”
You steel your nerves and start a long, slow sniff. Rose’s back door puckers up and releases a warm, silent jet of gas right up your nostrils. You gag on the sulfurous, acrid stink. The smell is so powerful you can taste it, and you gag. “Phew!” you complain. “That reeks!” You fall onto your butt with a thump.
Rose pouts through her legs at you. “I thought you said I’d smell as sweet,” she said. Then she giggles and wrinkles her nose. “But you’re right.” She stands and extends a hand to you. “Come on,” she says. “I’m already tired again, but I want you to cuddle me while I sleep this time.” She helps you to your feet and shoos you into bed. “I’ll join you in a few minutes,” she says. “I’m hungry.”
Rose disappears into the kitchen before you can offer to make her some food. You peel off your clothes and toss them out of the bed, then snuggle into the covers. A few minutes later, Rose comes into the bedroom, digging the last few bites out of an enormous can of baked beans. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” you ask.
Rose shrugs. “Even if it’s not, it’s too late now,” she says with a smile. She slips into bed beside you and snuggles up. The two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Several hours later, you wake up with Rose still snuggled against you. But now her entire body is covered in fur, with the exception of her face, her shoulders, her upper arms, and the very top of her chest and back. She opens her eyes and smirks at you. “I feel good,” she says. She pounces on top of you, pinning you to the bed. “You feel better,” she purrs.
<<set $Scene = "House 5_4">><<display $Scene>>
You come home to check on Rose. You pass through the kitchen to see if she’s been eating. An enormous can of baked beans stands empty on the counter, and you shudder a little. Rose certainly doesn’t need anything to make her more gassy right now, but at least she’s eating something. You head into the bedroom to check on her.
The bed is empty, and you turn to find Rose waiting behind the door. Now her entire body is covered in fur, with the exception of her face, her shoulders, her upper arms, and the very top of her chest and back. She grins and throws you to the bed, then climbs on top of you, pinning you down.
<<set $Scene = "House 5_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home, reeking of skunk. You’re surprised that Rose hasn’t complained about the smell yet. The stink clings to you, quickly filling every room you pass through and lingering there. Your entire home will probably smell like skunk for a long time. Maybe she hasn’t complained because she doesn’t want to dwell on her transformation. But after the way she acted last time you were home, you wonder if something else is going on. You gather your dwindling skunk spray cleanup supplies, frowning at the possibilities. You shake your head and hit the shower, cleaning up as best you can.
The musky aroma of skunk clings to you as you step out of the shower, but at least it’s no longer overpowering. You suspect people will at least tolerate your presence now. Of course, Rose might do more than just tolerate it.
You slip into bed next to Rose, being careful not to wake her. Several hours later, you wake up with Rose snuggled against you. But now her entire body is covered in fur, with the exception of her face, her shoulders, her upper arms, and the very top of her chest and back. She opens her eyes and smirks at you. “I feel good,” she says. She pounces on top of you, pinning you to the bed. “You feel better,” she purrs.<<set $skunked = false>>
<<set $Scene = "House 5_4">><<display $Scene>>
[>img[rosec5.png]]Rose’s furry body is striking. Bands of black and white accentuate her curves, the fur short but thick and velvety. She’s also surprisingly strong. You try to dislodge her, but she has you pinned quite handily. “You smell amazing,” she tells you. Her nostrils flare and she inhales deeply.
“I smell like the ass end of a skunk,” you complain.
Rose chuckles. “That’s what I said.” She leans down, sniffing at your face. “I can’t wait to be able to do that to you,” she purrs.
Your eyes grow wide. When Rose first applied the perfume with the nanites in it, you had no idea things would come to this. You thought you were mentally prepared for the possibility of her becoming a full-blown skunk girl, but you hadn’t even considered that she might actually want to spray you! You struggle harder, but Rose doesn’t let you up.
“Let’s find out if I can,” she teases. She starts to turn around, and you try to slide out of the side of the bed. Rose wrestles you back to the mattress and sits on your face, her furry buns engulfing you. Normally, you love having Rose sit on your face, but today it’s more than a little alarming. “It’s not nice to try to get away from your girlfriend, especially when she’s naked,” she chides you. “I guess I’ll have to punish you.”
You feel Rose’s asshole pucker outward. You hold your breath, but she just waits. “You have to take a breath sometime,” she reminds you. “You’re only making things worse.” She wriggles her rear, sitting hard on your mouth so that you can only breathe through your nose.
You know she’s right, but you can’t help yourself. You hold your breath for as long as you can. Intellectually, you know that doing so will only make you inhale more deeply when you finally do give in, and that she’s waiting for just that. But you just can’t bring yourself to sniff a skunk’s ass if she’s waiting to spray you.
Your lungs start to burn. Your vision starts to go red. Finally, you let out your breath in an explosive gasp. You try to avoid inhaling right away, but your body needs air. You take a long, hard sniff of Rose’s rosebud.
Rose lets loose with a long, hissing fart. Your eyes bulge in relief even as you snort her foul gas deep into your lungs. But then you gag, realizing your relief was premature. Even though Rose didn’t spray you, the smell of skunk permeates her gas. By now, you are all too familiar with the stench of skunk musk, and to your dismay, this is it. Your eyes water and you writhe in breathless agony under Rose’s ass.
“Phew!” your skunky girlfriend exclaims. “That was really ripe.” She wiggles her butt on your face. “Too bad I can’t actually spray, but this is the next best thing.” She grunts and lets another fart go. This one starts out high and squeaky and descends to a full-on, rippling blast. The reek of skunk fills your nostrils, and there is nothing you can do but sniff the foul scent from between her cheeks. Rose bobs in her seat several times, mashing your head against the pillow.
“I could do this all day,” the stinky little minx announces. “But if I’m going to do it right, I’m going to need more fuel.” She climbs off you and gives you a passionate kiss, her nostrils flaring. “Stay right here,” she tells you. “I’m going to go get more beans.”<<set $current_skunk = "Rose"; $current_mood = 2>>
[[Stay put, as she instructed|House 0][$stay = true]]
[[Slip out to the town square to continue your search for a cure|Town 0][$stay = false]]
<<nobr>>
<<if $stay is true>><<set $Scene = "House 6_1">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $Scene = "House 6_3">>
<<else>><<set $Scene = "House 6_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $Scene>>Rose comes back with a tray of food. There’s a can of beans with a spoon sticking out of it, a plate of deviled eggs, garlic cheese bread, and a beer. She sits down next to you. “This transformation has made me absolutely ravenous,” she says. She gestures to the tray, her green eyes sparkling. “I figured this stuff would be the best fuel I could get.” She digs in as you watch in amazement at how rapidly she eats. You have no idea where such a little woman is putting that much food, but you suspect she’s right about the ‘fuel’. Her little meal is bound to make her a walking atom bomb.
Rose sees the alarm on your face and laughs. “Why don’t you go take a shower?” she suggests. “Your face smells like skunk farts.”
You roll your eyes. “I wonder how that happened,” you gripe. You head to the bathroom, thinking furiously. You have no idea how to deal with your predicament. You absolutely adore Rose, but you don’t know if your sinuses can handle her skunky gas. You glance around at the empty containers of peroxide and baking soda. They remind you that Rose’s transformation might not be finished yet, and then how will you handle things? She’s already tried to spray you once, and she’s not likely to just give it up as a lost cause.
You step into the shower, pondering your fate. There’s no way you could leave Rose, no matter what. Maybe the nanite controller could still work. Maybe the strange effect the transformation is having on her brain is only temporary, and you won’t have to worry about her using your face as a stinky seat forever. Or maybe there’s some other solution that you’re just not seeing yet.
<<set $Scene = "House 6_4">><<display $Scene>>
You take a break from your investigations to check up on Rose. Every time you come home, her change seems to have progressed, and you suspect you’re running out of time. Still, you don’t want to just leave her wondering what you’re doing for too long. You return to the house you share with her, hoping there’s still something you can do to help.
There’s a tray on the kitchen table with the wreckage of her lunch. Another huge can of beans, bits of deviled egg, crusts of garlic bread and a couple empty beer bottles. You shudder, thinking about what must be percolating inside her.
Rose appears in the bedroom doorway, licking her fingers. “Oh good, you’re home,” she says. Her green eyes smolder as she looks you up and down. “Why don’t you go take a shower?” she suggests. “You seem like you’ve had a long day.” You nod and head for the bathroom.
You step into the shower, pondering your fate. The last time you were home, Rose was brutally gassy. There’s no way you could leave her, but you don’t know how to handle her new love for getting you stinky. Maybe the strange effect the transformation is having on her brain is only temporary, and you won’t have to worry about her using your face as a stinky seat forever. Or maybe there’s some other solution that you’re just not seeing yet.
<<set $Scene = "House 6_4">><<display $Scene>>
You return home, reeking of skunk. As you pass the kitchen on your way to the bathroom, you see a tray on the kitchen table with the wreckage of her lunch. Another huge can of beans, bits of deviled egg, crusts of garlic bread and a couple empty beer bottles. You shudder, thinking about what must be percolating inside her. But for now, your main concern is getting rid of the skunk spray that’s making you unfit for human company.
You step into the shower with the last of your cleanup supplies. You had hoped they would last longer, but you have to use a staggering amount of the stuff to counteract the way you’ve been hosed down. You had never really realized just how much spray a skunk girl could dish out. The scent starts to fade as you work, but you expect it’s going to be a long time before no one will notice that you’ve been on the receiving end of a skunk woman’s wrath.<<set $skunked = false>>
<<set $Scene = "House 6_4">><<display $Scene>>
[>img[rosed4.png]]You turn the shower off and slick your hair back with your hands, shedding water. The shower door slides open just as you’re about to reach for it, and Rose stands there in her naked, furry glory. She raises her tail, giving you a lopsided grin. Her emerald eyes roam up and down your naked body. She turns around slowly, the steam billowing around her. Then she bends over and looks back over her shoulder at you. You try to back away, but there’s nowhere to go, so you press yourself flat against the wall of the shower.
Rose stands there for few moments, letting you admire her gorgeous ass. Of course, she’s also letting your predicament sink in. “There’s nowhere for you to go,” she gloats. “You’re trapped behind the ass of a nasty, nasty skunk.” She reaches behind herself with both hands and spreads her cheeks wide. Her asshole is aimed right at your face. “Pucker up,” she teases. “I’m going to blow you a kiss.”
Rose’s back door swells outward, and she lets loose a long, rippling fart that echoes off the shower walls. The stench of skunk fills the confined space quickly, and you grimace at the intensity of the odor. Your eyes water, and the smell stings your nostrils. The air actually starts to feel thick as you inhale the miasma that surrounds you.
Rose stamps one foot angrily. “That’s not right!” she complains. But then she quickly breaks into a smile. “It does smell right, though.” She sniffs the air and laughs at the horror on your face. “Let me try this again,” she says. She digs her feet in, pointing her toes inward. The motion makes her buns wiggle invitingly, but you’re having a hard time appreciating the view. You know what she’s trying to do. You wince, bracing yourself for the worst.
Rose’s mouth forms a thin, tight line and her eyes narrow. Her belly tightens. Her ass puckers outward again. You watch, wondering if this is it. She pushes out a fart that’s so enormous you can actually feel the warmth of it puff against you as the rumbling sound fills your ears. A moment later, the foul odor of it fills your nose, making you start to cough.
“Dammit!” Rose snarls, stamping her foot several more times. The scent of her gas is horrible in the confines of the shower, but you begin to hope. Maybe this is the worst you’ll have to endure from your girlfriend’s transformation. Sure, her gas is foul enough to clear a stockyard, but if she can’t actually spray you, maybe you’ll learn to at least endure it.
Rose glares at you over her shoulder. “Why can’t I do this?” she gripes. “Using my tail is so simple,” she says, twitching said furry tail for emphasis. “I don’t even really have to think about it. The new muscles just…” Rose starts to smile again. “New muscles,” she says slowly. “Maybe that’s what I’m doing wrong. I’m trying to use the same old muscles, and then…” She gives a little grunt, and her asshole lets loose a noisy little puff of gas.
“Yeah, that must be it,” Rose says softly. She braces her hands on her knees and winks at you over her shoulder. “Let’s find out.” You glance from side to side, but there’s nowhere for you to run. The shower is too small to give you any place to take cover, and if you try to push your way past Rose you’ll only end up with an angry skunk girlfriend to deal with. You slowly raise your hands, fingers splayed wide, in an attempt to block her shot.
“Oh,” Rose gasps softly. “I’m getting dizzy again.” She wavers a little. “I think the fur is starting to fall off my toes. I’m starting to change back!”
[>img[rosed6.png]]You spread your hands enough to get a look at Rose’s feet. “Sucker!” she carols. At the same time, her asshole blooms outward and two dark pink nubs slide into view like cannons being run out on a sailing ship. You try to interpose your hands again, but you’re too slow. Twin fountains of golden droplets spurt from her ass and spatter all over your face.
An acrid, lung-burning stench instantly fills the enclosed space of the shower. You instinctively try to backpedal, but you just thump against the back wall. Your feet slide out from under you and you land on your butt with a thump, scattering water droplets from the wet floor. Your eyes sting and burn, leaking a steady stream of tears. You blink furiously, trying to keep the world in focus. But it’s the smell that demands your attention, like a smoldering, sulfurous swamp. You gag on the stink, fighting for air. Your arms tuck in toward your sides as your entire body clenches up.
“Bulls eye!” Rose crows triumphantly. “That brought your face down to booty level.” Your eyes bulge in horror and you start to lift your hands again. Your fully armed skunk girlfriend lets loose again, spraying a broad cone of fine mist that rains gently onto you from head to toe, coating you completely with her clingy, slippery stench. You try to lever yourself up, but the oily musk makes you slip and slide. Rose fires again, squirting thick, ropy streams of her anal perfume that splash all over your nose and mouth. Some of the bitter, greasy musk gets into your mouth and you retch, barely able to keep your lunch down. The acrid smell worms its way deep into your sinuses, burning and stinging. Your throat constricts and your lungs spasm as your body fights conflicting impulses to shut out the offending stench and to gulp down air. You bring your knees up close to your chest and hang your head between them, nearly suffocating on the stink your girlfriend has rained onto you.
Rose’s voice filters into your brain past the appalling smell. “I don’t know why I ever thought this would be a bad thing,” she gloats. “That Dr. Devious really did me a favor. I’m going to enjoy being one of the town’s resident skunks.” She chuckles. “It might be hard on you from time to time, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay.”
You don’t know what’s come over your sweet little Rose, but one thing is certain. Your life is never going to smell right again.<<set $girlfriend_skunked = 0>><<set $girlfriend_skunked += 1; $skunked=true; $skunked_now = true; $skunked_last = "girlfriend"; $game = "lost"; $current_skunk = "Rose"; $current_mood = 3>>
[[GAME OVER]]
!!<<set $skunked_now = false>>RESULTS:
*You got skunked in <<print $girlfriend_skunked + $stripper_skunked + $wrestler_skunked + $librarian_skunked + $dominatrix_skunked + $guard1_skunked + $guard2_skunked + $guard3_skunked + $guard4_skunked + $guard5_skunked + $guard6_skunked + $trainer_skunked + $gypsy_skunked>> separate encounters.
*You had sex <<print $girlfriend_sex + $stripper_sex + $wrestler_sex + $librarian_sex + $dominatrix_sex + $guard1_sex + $guard2_sex + $guard3_sex + $guard4_sex + $guard5_sex + $guard6_sex + $trainer_sex + $gypsy_sex>> times. (Sex, in this case, means //somebody// came.)
*You found <<print $clues>> out of 8 pieces of the puzzle.
*<<if $remote is "good">>You stole the nanite controller from Dr. Devious.<<elseif $remote is "bad">>Dr. Devious gave you a faulty nanite controller.<<else>>You failed to obtain the nanite controller.<<endif>>
*<<if $game is "won">>You defeated Dr. Devious and used the nanite controller to change Rose back to normal.<<else>>Rose is a full-fledged skunk girl. <<if $transformed is true>> For that matter, so are you.<<endif>> Your life will be much more fragrant from now on.<<endif>>
|!Skunk Girl |!Skunked |!Fucked |
|Rose| <<print $girlfriend_skunked>> | <<print $girlfriend_sex>> |
|Traci| <<print $stripper_skunked>> | <<print $stripper_sex>> |
|Heather| <<print $librarian_skunked>> | <<print $librarian_sex>> |
|Grapplin' Greta| <<print $wrestler_skunked>> | <<print $wrestler_sex>> |
|Betty Danger| <<print $dominatrix_skunked>> | <<print $dominatrix_sex>> |
|Yellow-eyed guard| <<print $guard1_skunked>> | <<print $guard1_sex>> |
|Green-eyed guard| <<print $guard2_skunked>> | <<print $guard2_sex>> |
|Red-eyed guard| <<print $guard3_skunked>> | <<print $guard3_sex>> |
|Two guards at once| <<print $guard4_skunked>> | <<print $guard4_sex>> |
|Three guards at once| <<print $guard5_skunked>> | <<print $guard5_sex>> |
|Experiment 69| <<print $guard6_skunked>> | <<print $guard6_sex>> |
|Clarice| <<print $trainer_skunked>> | <<print $trainer_sex>> |
|Madame Mouffette| <<print $gypsy_skunked>> | <<print $gypsy_sex>> |
!<<if $game is "won">>YOU WIN!<<else>>YOU LOSE!<<endif>>
You return home, the controller clutched triumphantly in your hand. You have no intention of letting go of it until you’ve had a chance to use it on Rose. <<if $skunked is true>>You reek to high heaven, but even that doesn’t bother you much now. <<endif>>You swing the front door wide open and call out “Rose! I got it!” You head to the bedroom, looking for her.
<<set $scene = "House 7_" + visited("House 0")>><<display $scene>>
<<display "Remote Buttons">>You press the button on the controller and Rose collapses onto the bed. She writhes and moans, her body rapidly changing before your eyes, her features fluctuating between more and less skunk-like. You stare as the change encompasses her body. Finally, the changes subside.
<<display $Scene>>
[>img[roseb3.png]]Rose is standing at the mirror, running her fingers lightly over furry ears that have sprouted near the top of her head. They peek up through her hair, black-furred and round. Rose hears you and turns, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “It’s started,” she says, her shaky voice hardly more than a whisper. “What are we going to do?”
You hold up the controller. “We’ll do this!” you announce. You point it at her and press a button.
[>img[roseb4.png]]Rose is standing naked in front of the mirror, twisting this way and that as she tries to get a good look behind her. She now has a long, bushy, black-and-white tail. You gape at the change, even as your eyes habitually linger on Rose’s gorgeous curves.
Rose catches a glimpse of you in the mirror and whirls to face you. “This is awful!” she wails. “The ears were kind of cute, at least. With this enormous thing nailed to my butt, everyone will see how much of a freak I am.”
“No they won’t,” you assure her. “I got this!” You brandish the controller, then aim it at her. “I’ll take care of this right now,” you say.
[>img[rose4.png]]Rose looks up from the loveseat near your bed. <<if $skunked is true>>She holds her nose and grimaces. “Did you have to wrestle that away from an angry skunk?” she gasps. <<endif>>The first thing you notice is that she has fur on her lower legs. Her fingernails and toenails have grown into blunt claws. Rose sees you staring and looks down. “Oh no!” she gasps, her eyes wide. “It’s spreading! I had hoped that at least I’d be one of the skunk girls who ended up without much fur.”[>img[rosec5.png]]The bed is empty, and you turn to find Rose waiting behind the door. Now her entire body is covered in fur, with the exception of her face, her shoulders, her upper arms, and the very top of her chest and back. She grins and throws you to the bed, then climbs on top of you, pinning you down.<<if $skunked >> “You should come home smelling like this more often.” Her nose wrinkles, but she sniffs deeply. “I like it.”<<endif>>
You manage to point the controller in her general direction and push a button.
[>img[rosed4.png]]As you pass the kitchen on your way to the bedroom, you see a tray on the kitchen table with the wreckage of her lunch. Another huge can of beans, bits of deviled egg, crusts of garlic bread and a couple empty beer bottles. You shudder, thinking about what must be percolating inside her. “I got it!” you announce as you stride into the bedroom.
You gape as you see Rose bent over with her back to you and her tail held high. She grins back at you over her shoulder.<<if $skunked is true>> “You know, a girl could get jealous when you come home reeking of some other skunk’s ass.” She wiggles her rear back and forth. “I think I should replace her smell with mine.”<<endif>> You raise the remote and hastily stab at a button.
[>img[rosec2.png]]Rose lies panting on the bed, entirely human again. The only remaining hint of her transformation is the single lock of white hair over her forehead. She gives you a weak smile. “You did it,” she gasps softly. “Thank you.”
You kneel beside her and gather her in your arms. “You would have done the same for me,” you tell her simply.
Rose pushes you away with a grimace. “You reek!” she complains. “How many skunk butts did you sniff, anyway?”
You chuckle ruefully. “You don’t want to know,” you assure her. You head toward the bathroom. “I’ll go clean up. You get some rest.” You manage to scrounge up enough cleaning supplies for one last de-skunking. You shower hastily and go back to check on Rose. She’s nestled under the covers, grinning mischievously at you. You bend down and give her a hug. “Better?” you ask.
Rose’s nose wrinkles, but she nods. “Much,” she says. “You still stink a little bit like skunk, but I think I like it.”
You eye Rose curiously, but you don't press her. You wonder if there are some lingering effects from her transformation. You kiss her and stand to leave and let her rest. But she grabs your hand. “Oh, no you don’t!” she says to you with a hungry smile. “You’re getting more than just a kiss for your reward.”
You smile and start to take off your clothes. “Are you sure?” you ask her. “You’ve been through a lot.”
“I have,” Rose agrees, “and now I’m horny as hell.” She flings off the covers, revealing that she is still stark naked. She gets up onto her hands and knees. You hastily discard your clothing and stand there for a long moment, admiring Rose’s ass. She frowns back over her shoulder. “Is something wrong?” she asks.
You shake your head. “Just the opposite,” you tell her. “I’m just enjoying the luxury of being able to stare at a beautiful woman’s ass without the risk of getting skunked.”
Rose laughs and wiggles her beautifully curved rear. “You’d better do more than just look,” she purrs.
“Oh, I will,” you assure her as you climb up behind her on the bed, your dick already stiff. “I most definitely will.”
“Good!” she answers with a grin. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
You run your fingers over Rose’s snatch and feel that she’s already soaking wet. It’s hard to say which of you is more turned on. You decide to skip the foreplay and get right to the main event. You take your hard-on in one hand and guide it to her pussy. Rose whimpers softly as you prod at her with your tip. Then you slide inside, and she moans in delight. “Yes!” she hisses. “Fuck me hard!”
You start riding your girlfriend with wild abandon, slamming into her ass as hard and fast as you can go. Her buns ripple with every slap of skin against skin, and you grip those soft, smooth globes happily. You spread her cheeks wide, admiring the pucker of her asshole. No tail waves above that wrinkled ring, a fact which relieves you mightily. Still, a part of you thinks that a tail would actually look good on her again.
You shake the thought away. Rose is slamming her butt back against you, meeting each stroke with at least as much vigor as you are showing. She screams and drops her shoulders to the bed, her entire body quaking. You slam into her a few more times, and then you cum too, spurting your load deep into her pussy.
You slide out, panting heavily. A sheen of sweat covers both of you. You bend down and kiss Rose’s upturned ass. “Careful back there,” she pants. “Could be dangerous.”
You laugh. “I don’t see any tail,” you tell her, giving her a playful swat on the butt. “How dangerous could it be?”
Rose’s asshole suddenly puckers up and releases a deep, rippling fart. The warm air washes over your face, and the rank smell fills your nostrils. You snap your head back, grimacing and waving your hand in front of your face. “That’s foul!” you complain. “Are you sure this thing worked?” You gesture at the nanite controller.
Rose laughs. “I’m sure,” she tells you. “It’s just a little ass gas, you whiner.”
You shake your head. You could swear you smell more than a hint of skunk in her fart, but it’s probably just your imagination. You take her into your arms and cuddle up in the bed, happy to have your Rose back to normal.<<set $game = "won"; $girlfriend_sex += 1>>
[[GAME OVER]]
[>img[rosec3.png]]At the end of the transformation, Rose is entirely human, except for a pair of decidedly skunk-like ears poking up through her hair at the top of her head. She lies panting on the bed. “That’s not it,” she gasps.<<set $rose_status = $transformation[1]>>
<<display "Remote Buttons">>[>img[rosec4.png]]At the end of the transformation, Rose is entirely human, except for a pair of decidedly skunk-like ears and a broad, fluffy skunk’s tail. She lies panting on the bed. “That’s not it,” she gasps.<<set $rose_status = $transformation[2]>>
<<if $remote is "bad">>You notice that button 6 is lit up. You frown, suspecting the remote has been tampered with. <<endif>>You aim the controller at her and press another button. There is a sharp pop, and smoke seeps out around the buttons. “Fuck!” you shout. “No! Fucking thing!”
Rose reaches over and pats your hand. “It’s okay,” she assures you. “Things could be a lot worse.”
“How?” you gripe, waving the ruined controller. “This hunk of junk is ruined.”
“Hey, at least you stopped that transformation from going any further, right?” she points out. “Sure, I’ve got a skunk’s ears and tail, but I guess I can live with that.” She gives you a wicked grin and adds, “Especially now that it’s safe to kiss my booty.”
You shake your head, amazed at how well Rose is taking things. You decide if she can be a good sport, so can you. “You mean like this?” you say, crouching down and getting your face right down behind her. [>img[rosef3.png]]The fact that she still has a skunk tail makes you more than a little nervous, but you’re determined not to let it show. Besides, you’ve always loved your girlfriend’s curvy rump, and the view from behind her is breathtaking.
“Just like that,” Rose purrs. “Pucker up, Tiger.”
You pucker up to give her a big kiss, already thinking about how you’ll follow up the kiss with a long, slow rim job, sliding your tongue deep into her ass. It will be a relief to be able to get nasty with her without worrying about her transformation.
But just as you’re about to plant a kiss on her back door, that wrinkled ring swells outward and two little pink nubs slide into view. You can only stare in shock as Rose sprays you right in the face!
You gasp in surprise, sucking a big breath of skunk stink deep into your lungs. Your eyes water from the intensity of the stink that clings wetly to your face, but at least Rose was merciful and didn’t spray you in the eyes. What she did was awful enough, though, and you collapse to the bed, gagging. “What—” you gasp out, but you can’t manage more than a single syllable. The rest of your stunned sentence catches in your throat as you choke on the skunk girl’s surprise.
“Oops!” Rose says, giggling. “I guess it’s not really that safe after all.” She takes a big sniff of the air, her cute little nose wrinkling. “Can you believe that nasty smell came from me?” she asks.
You shake your head, unable to figure out quite what happened. You had expected that she would have to be more transformed before she could fumigate you. Obviously, you were wrong. You are amazed at how freely Rose can breathe. The thought of intentionally taking a big whiff of the fouled air in your bedroom makes you shudder. The stink is burning the insides of your nose, and you wouldn’t breathe if you could avoid it. She doesn’t seem completely immune, but her enthusiasm makes you certain you’re in big trouble.
Rose clambers up onto all fours and looks back at you over her shoulder. “You’d better get used to the idea,” she tells you. “After all, that controller isn’t going to do anything but take up space now, and I don’t think you’ll be able to get another one.” She wiggles her curvy rear at you. “I guess you’re going to have to get used to smelling my stinky ass.”
[>img[rosee4.png]]“Wait!” you rasp, holding up a hand toward Rose in a plea for mercy. You pant hard, slumped against the mattress.
But Rose just winks at you and laughs. Her asshole blooms outward again and her artillery slips into view. She sprays again, raining thick streams of stinking droplets down onto your face and head. The vile stuff drenches you, plastering your hair to your head. A thick film of reeking oil coats your skin. The fumes penetrate every nook and cranny of your sinuses and saturate your lungs. You wheeze, your chest heaving, and every breath draws still more of her noxious perfume into your body.
“I could feel the change finish as you pressed the button,” Rose explains, admiring her handiwork over her shoulder. Her ass still looms over you, ready to dish out another dose of misery at a moment’s notice. “For just an instant, I was horrified. But then I realized how good it felt. I knew I had to try out my new talents as soon as possible. Your face seemed like the best possible target. And do you know what?” she asks.
You shake your head, blinking away tears.
“I absolutely loved it!” Rose gushes. “I love the way it feels, I love the way you reacted, and I adore the way it smells!” She takes another big sniff.
You groan. It would seem your skunk problems are only just beginning. <<set $girlfriend_skunked = $girlfriend_skunked +1; $skunked_last = "girlfriend"; $skunked=true; $skunked_now=true; $game = "lost">>
[[GAME OVER]]
[>img[rosec4.png]]At the end of the transformation, Rose is only partly human. She sports a pair of decidedly skunk-like ears and a broad, fluffy skunk’s tail. Her lower legs are covered in short black-and-white fur. She lies panting on the bed. “That’s not it,” she gasps.<<set $rose_status = $transformation[3]>>
<<display "Remote Buttons">>[>img[rosec5.png]]At the end of the transformation, Rose is only partly human. Her face is still hers, and she has smooth, pale skin on her upper arms, shoulders, and the very top of her chest and back. But the rest of her is covered in short black-and-white fur and she has a broad, fluffy skunk’s tail. She lies panting on the floor. “That’s not it,” she gasps.<<set $rose_status = $transformation[4]>>
<<display "Remote Buttons">>[>img[rosec5.png]]At the end of the transformation, Rose is only partly human. Her face is still hers, and she has smooth, pale skin on her upper arms, shoulders, and the very top of her chest and back. But the rest of her is covered in short black-and-white fur and she has a broad, fluffy skunk’s tail. She lies panting on the floor. “That’s not it,” she gasps.
<<if $remote is "bad">>You notice that button 6 is lit up. You frown, suspecting the remote has been tampered with. <<endif>>You aim the controller at her and press another button. There is a sharp pop, and smoke seeps out around the buttons. “Fuck!” you shout. “No! Fucking thing!”
Rose stands and pats your chest with a shaky hand. “It’s okay,” she assures you. “We’ll figure something out.”
“How?” you gripe, waving the ruined controller. “This hunk of junk is ruined.”
“Shhh,” she says. “Maybe we can go back to Dr. Devious’ lab together or something.” You start to answer, but she puts a finger to your lips. “We’ll figure it out later. You need to calm down. Why don’t you go take a nice, hot shower?” She gently chivvies you toward the bathroom.
You are perplexed by how well Rose is taking this. But then, you don’t really have a lot of choice. You’ll have to try something else. Maybe a shower will do you some good. You shoot Rose a quick smile and give in, heading for the bathroom. Rose smiles back, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Her expression looks more like a wicked grin than a reassuring smile, and you wonder what’s going on in her head. But you shrug and peel off your clothes, stepping into the shower. Hot water sluices over you, washing away some of the tension.<<set $rose_status = $transformation[6]>>
<<display "House 6_4">>
<<nobr>>
<<if $skunked is true>><<set $scene = "Library 0_3">>
<<elseif $library_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Library 0_1">>
<<elseif $librarian_skunked is 0>><<set $scene = "Library 0_2">>
<<elseif $librarian_skunked is 1>><<set $scene = "Library 0_4">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 0_5">>
<<endif>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Heather"; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Traci"; $current_mood = $stripper_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<if $skunked is true>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_3" >>
<<elseif $club_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_1" >>
<<elseif $stripper_skunked is 0 >><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_2" >>
<<elseif $stripper_skunked is 1 and $stripper_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_4" >>
<<elseif $stripper_skunked is 1 and $stripper_mood > -2>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_2">>
<<elseif $stripper_skunked > 1>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_5">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 0_2">><<endif>>
<<set $pole_position = random(1,3)>>
<<endnobr>>[>img[Traci_01.png]]<<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $skunked is true>><<set $scene = "Bar 0_3">>
<<elseif $bar_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Bar 0_1">>
<<elseif $wrestler_skunked is 0>><<set $scene = "Bar 0_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Bar 0_4">>
<<endif>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Greta"; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Betty Danger"; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<if $skunked is true and $skunked_last is "dominatrix">><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_3">>
<<elseif $skunked is true and $skunked_last is not "dominatrix" and $skunked_to_dungeon is true>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_4_2">>
<<elseif $skunked is true and $skunked_last is not "dominatrix" and $dungeon_intro is true>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_4">>
<<elseif $skunked is true and $skunked_last is not "dominatrix" and $dungeon_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_4_1">>
<<elseif $dungeon_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_1" >>
<<elseif $dominatrix_skunked is 0 >><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_2" >>
<<elseif $dominatrix_skunked is 1>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_5" >>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 0_6">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<if visited() is 1>><<set $scene = "Forest 0_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Forest 0_2">>
<<endif>>
<<set $lost = false; $destination = "Guard 1"; $current_skunk = ""; $skunked_now = false>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<if visited() is 0 and $skunked is true>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 0_3">>
<<elseif $skunked is true>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 0_4">>
<<elseif $gypsy_intro is false>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 0_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 0_2">>
<<endif>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Madame Mouffette"; $current_mood = 1; $skunked_now = false>>
<<endnobr>>[>img[Mme_M_01.png]]<<display $scene>>by SkunkChaser
Illustrations by:
Aerodynamics
Kujira
Tygger
Nancy Vaillancourt
<small>v 1.00</small><<if $skunked_now is true>>You've been skunked!<<elseif $skunked is true>>You reek of skunk<<endif>>
<<if $current_skunk is not "">><<print $current_skunk>> is <<print $moods[$current_mood+3]>><<endif>>
<<if $drinks is 0>>You are sober<<else>>You have had <<print $drinks>> drinks<<endif>>
You have found <<print $clues>> clues
<<if $lost is true>>You are lost<<endif>>
<<print $rose_status>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $drinks=0>>
<<set $scene = "House " + visited()>>
<<if $remote is "bad" or $remote is "good">><<set $scene = "House 7">><<endif>>
<<set $current_skunk = ""; $skunked_now = false>>
<<set $rose_status = $transformation[visited()-1]>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You approach Pole Cats, which has been a strip club for years but was recently renamed. The new signage is flanked by paintings of scantily clad skunk women draped around poles. You shake your head at the awful pun, but it seems like you might find some clues to help Rose in a place where skunk girls work.
The bouncer at the door looks bored, and takes your cover charge with a grunt. “Keep your hands to yourself,” he warns you.
You smile at him. “Right. Or I answer to you,” you say, letting him know you understand.
The bouncer chuckles. “Not to me,” he scoffs. “Not anymore.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the stage. “Girls like Traci take care of that themselves.” Colored spotlights play over a barely dressed woman who looks more skunk than human to you. She even has a skunk-like muzzle. Her long, straight, white hair is tipped in black. The fur on her back is black, except where two gleaming white stripes frame her spine, and her front is white. Where black meets white at her sides, small mottled patches blend from one color to the other.
Your eyes grow wide as you realize this dancer can probably deal with problem customers very effectively herself. “Gotcha,” you tell the bouncer. “Hands to myself.”
You find a seat at the stage easily. It’s early in the day, and the crowd is sparse. You spend a few minutes watching the dancer. She’s buxom, and you stare as she takes off her top and her ample breasts spill free. The music thumps loudly, making you wonder how you’ll manage to strike up a conversation about Rose’s problem. She wriggles her way over to you and looks down at you with a smirk on her face. She turns around and raises her tail, showing off her round, furry rump. A red g-string barely covers her pussy and asshole. She really does have a gorgeous ass, but you’re more than a little nervous about being right behind a skunk girl. She winks at you and smiles.<<set $pose=3; $g_string = "true"; $club_intro = true>>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
<<nobr>>
[[Raise your voice and try to start up a conversation|Strip Club 1]]<br>
[[Slip some money into her garter|Strip Club 2]]<br>
[[Reach out and grope her|Strip Club 3_1]]<br>
<<if $stripper_mood > 1>>[[Ask for a lap dance|Strip Club 5]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $pole_dance > 1>>[[Offer to take her to the VIP room|Strip Club 6]]<br><<endif>>
[[Leave and go to the town square|Town 0]]
<<endnobr>>
You can’t resist. Traci is just too gorgeous, and in your stressed-out state, you might not be making the best decisions. You dart out a hand and grope Traci’s <<if $pose < 3 >>breast<<else>>ass<<endif>>, giving it a good squeeze. She feels even better than she looks, and you give her a sly wink.
“Motherfucker!” Traci screeches, her face contorting with rage. She <<if $pose is 1>>spins in place and bends over<<elseif $pose is 2>>spins in place<<else>>sticks her ass right in your face<<endif>>. <<if $g_string is true>>She tears her g-string off and tosses it angrily aside, clearing her field of fire. <<endif>>Her tail shoots bolt upright, and she grabs you by the hair. “Hands off!” she snarls, and yanks hard, jamming your face right into her ass. Her asshole is poised directly beneath your nostrils, and you can feel it swell. Suddenly, a shockingly copious geyser of oily liquid shoots up your nose and gushes all over your face.
You choke and retch as the worst smell you have ever encountered floods into your nose and fills your lungs. You can’t even begin to describe the odor, but you are sure you will never forget it. The fumes make your eyes sting and water a little, and you can’t seem to take a breath. Even so, the stink seeps deep into your airways, polluting every feeble attempt to get some air.
Traci isn’t done with you yet, though. She grabs you by the shirt with both hands and hauls you up onto the stage. She tosses you roughly onto your butt, and the back of your head slams against the stage pole with a brassy ringing. Traci spins and thumps her curvy ass into your face, pinning you against the pole. You reach up to push her away, shoving against her furry buns, but that only enrages her more.
“I said hands off!” she yells. She sprays again, and the vile, slippery perfume floods over your face, spurting out between the cleft of her clenched buttocks. You gag on the stink, amazed that it has actually gotten stronger. Traci starts to gyrate her hips, grinding her ass against your face and working the noxious, oily musk deeper into your skin. You claw at her ass, trying to shove her away and get some fresh air, but the skunk spray makes her fur and your hands too slippery. All you manage to do is spread her butt cheeks wide.
Traci’s asshole erupts again, nearly drowning you in her stench. Then she leans back hard, cutting off your air. You have no idea how everything manages to stink so badly when you can’t even breathe, but the foul aroma is inescapable. The smell and the lack of oxygen start to make you dizzy, and you flail weakly, trying to escape. But it’s no use. Your vision slowly fades to black.
You wake up in the alley behind Pole Cats. You reek worse than you would ever have believed possible. Even the rats shy away from you. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
[>img[Traci_01.png]]You hold up a twenty-dollar bill as a new song begins. “How about a lap dance?” you suggest.
Traci beams at you. “I thought you’d never ask, sweetie,” she says.
<<display "Pole Dance 0">>
You return to Pole Cats. As you eye the skunks on the sign, your mood lifts. Even though you’re trying to get Rose out of a difficult situation, it’s hard to be disappointed about going to see Traci again.
The bouncer nods at you as you enter. You spy an open seat at the stage, and saunter over to it. Before long, Traci takes the stage, gyrating energetically to the music. She starts out in a sundress and a broad-brimmed straw hat, but over the course of a couple songs, her clothing disappears.
Traci spies you and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood > -2>>frowns<<else>>scowls<<endif>>. She dances over to you looks you in the eye. She turns around and raises her tail, showing off her round, furry rump. She’s wearing her red g-string, which doesn’t completely cover her pussy and asshole. It’s the same pose she struck the first time you visited, and you wonder if that’s her standard welcome. You gaze admiringly at her gorgeous ass, but you’re still nervous about being right behind a skunk girl. She looks back over her shoulder at you, catching your eye. <<if $stripper_mood > -1>> She winks at you and smiles.<<elseif $stripper_mood > -2>>She raises an eyebrow at you.<<else>>”Well?” she asks, raising her voice over the music.<<endif>> <<set $pose = 3; $g_string = true>>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
You walk up to the front door of Pole Cats, but the bouncer stops you at the door. “Whoah!” he says, holding up one hand to block you and the other to hold his nose. “You can’t come in here smelling like that!”
“But…” you start to say.
The bouncer shakes his head. “I don’t care what kind of skunk fetish you have,” he tells you. “You can’t come in. “That’s not the kind of club this is.”
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You go into Pole Cats, and the bouncer scowls at you. “I warned you to keep your hands to yourself,” he grumps. “It took the cleaning crew hours to get the smell out.” He wrinkles his nose. “Seems they had more success than you did.”
You grimace. “I’ve learned my lesson,” you assure him. “It won’t happen again.”
“Make sure it doesn’t,” he warns you. He charges you five times the cover you paid before. “Cleaning fee”, he explains. You grudgingly hand over the extra cash.
You head over and find a seat at the stage. A few minutes later, Traci takes the stage. She starts dancing, but as soon as she sees you, she scowls. She tries to hide her anger as she dances, taking off her sun dress and oversized straw hat. She pointedly ignores you until she has visited everyone else at the stage.
Then Traci locks eyes with you and sidles over. She turns around slowly, raises her tail straight up, and bends over. She peels down her g-string just far enough for her asshole to peek out over the fiery red fabric. She glares back over her shoulder at you, and says, slowly and loudly, “You have one chance to save your sinuses.”
With her business end aimed right at your face, you know she means every word she says. You swallow hard. <<set $g_string = true>>
[[Raise your voice and try to get some information|Strip Club 1_6]]
[[Apologize and slip some money into her garter|Strip Club 2_5]]
[[Reach out and grope her|Strip Club 3_2]]
You stand so it will be easier to make yourself heard, even though that brings you closer to the skunk girl’s toxic backside. “I just need some information,” you shout. “Then I’ll leave you alone.”
“Wrong answer!” Traci sneers. She leans back, sticking her ass right in your face. Before you can react, her asshole swells outward and her artillery showers you with a shocking quantity of gleaming, clinging droplets. The stench of skunk hammers at you, and you find that familiarity makes it no easier to bear. Some of it gets in your eyes, burning horribly and blinding you. But it’s the stink that really makes you suffer. You gag, your throat spasming on the awful smell.
“Don’t come back unless you learn how to be a decent customer,” Traci snarls.
You try to answer, but when you inhale to speak, the appalling scent that suffuses everything makes you start coughing uncontrollably. It feels like you’re going to hack up a lung. You nod jerkily and stagger toward the door, stumbling into chairs and tables all along the way.
Once outside, you blink away the tears that fill your eyes. You know you won’t be able to go anywhere until you’ve cleaned up, and you feel utterly wrung out. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You swallow nervously, all too aware of how much danger you’re in right now. You can’t you’re your eyes off her looming ass as you speak. “I’m sorry,” you tell the angry skunk girl. “I don’t know what came over me before. Here, let me make it up to you.” You slip a twenty-dollar bill into her garter.
Traci’s tail relaxes into a graceful arc, and she gives you a nod and a slight smile. “That’s more like it,” she says. “Apology accepted.”
You give her an answering nod and what you hope is an encouraging smile. Traci dances away, working the rest of the sparse crowd. She takes a brief turn around the pole and then comes back over to you. <<set $stripper_mood = -1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
This skunk girl is clearly too angry with you for you to get any worthwhile information out of her right now. You know you should probably turn and walk away, but there’s something about the surreal chain of events you’ve been through that makes you just want to say “fuck it”. You stand up behind her, admiring the curve of her hips and butt. Then you reach out with both hands, grab her ass, and squeeze.
Traci shrieks in wordless rage. Her asshole erupts right in your face, drenching you with a geyser of thick, oily spray. The stench practically explodes in your face, making you stagger backward, breathless. You gag and choke, gulping like a fish in the bottom of a boat. You fall back into your chair, landing with an awkward thump. Your eyes sting and stream tears, and the horrible scent of skunk fills your nostrils.
Traci grips the edge of the stage and extends one leg so that it’s resting on your shoulder. You grab it to push her away, but you feel like you’re moving through deep water. Before you can dislodge her, her other leg is on your opposite shoulder. She locks her ankles behind your neck and pulls hard, jamming your face between her round, fuzzy butt cheeks. Your nose is pressed right against her asshole, and you panic. You claw at her legs, but she dances for a living. She’s too strong for you to pry her loose.
You feel two fleshy nubs slide up your nose. You thrash wildly, trying to escape, but your efforts are futile. Jets of liquid fire spurt up your nose. It feels like she’s squirting her stink directly into your brain with a fire hose. You try to cry out, but all that escapes your lips is an agonized gurgle. Your head spins from the potency of the foul smell that fills your sinuses. You have never smelled anything so horrible, or so strong. You barely notice when the bouncer grabs you by the scruff of the neck and flings you out the back door into the alley.
You have no idea how long you lie on the rough concrete of the dirty alleyway. All you know is that the entire world reeks. Every breath is a struggle for oxygen, and every time you inhale, more of the nauseating smell fills your lungs.
But eventually, you manage to sit up, wheezing like an old man. You scrub at your face with your shirt as best you can, but skunk spray isn’t that easy to get rid of. Even after you clean up, every breath you take is going to reek of skunk, for days if not weeks. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You walk up to the front door of Pole Cats. The smell of Traci’s musk still lingers strongly in your nostrils, but for some reason, you just can’t stay way. Unfortunately, the bouncer stops you at the door. “Hold it, buddy,” he tells you. “You’re banned.”
“Banned?” you echo in dismay.
“Damn right,” the bouncer confirms. “I didn’t think anybody was stupid enough to piss Traci off not once but twice. Management says you don’t get a third chance.”
You sigh in disappointment.
[[Go home and check on Rose|House 0]]
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Shove your way past the bouncer|Strip Club 0_6]]
You elbow your way past the bouncer and try to dart through the door. You get two steps into the club before you feel burly arms slip under yours from behind. Two hands grip the back of your neck like a vice and you stop dead in your tracks, held securely in a full nelson. “I said you’re banned,” the bouncer growls in your ear.
Traci strides up, her steps forceful enough to make her breasts bounce and jiggle distractingly despite the pain of the bouncer’s hold. Her eyes blaze with raw fury and her tail bristles high in the air behind you.
“I got this,” the bouncer calls out to her. “He won’t be bothering you again.”
“I know he won’t,” the curvaceous skunk woman sneers. She stops a couple steps away, spins on the balls of her feet, and bends over. Her bare ass is pointed right at your face.
“No! Don’t!” the bouncer yells. But his plea goes unheeded. Traci’s asshole erupts in a plume of golden droplets that drench your head and chest. The bouncer shoves you away, mopping at his face and groaning in disgust, but you have no attention to spare for him. The now-familiar stench of skunk fills your lungs and burns your eyes. You stagger and reach out for a table to steady yourself.
The little table goes crashing to the side and you drop to your knees. You choke on the potent fumes, unable to draw a breath. Traci bares her frighteningly sharp, gleaming white teeth. Her buns clench and her asshole puckers. She fires again, squirting two focused streams of skunk spray right in your eyes. You fall to the carpet, clutching your blind, burning eyes. The stink hammers at your sinuses and wrings spasms from your chest. You try to draw a breath, but it’s a jerky, ragged, reeking ordeal. You curl into a ball and hope the wrathful skunk is satisfied.
A few minutes later, you feel yourself lifted and dumped unceremoniously on the ground outside the club. Even later, you finally catch your breath. You sit up, stinking unbearably.<<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You shout over the music. “Hi!” you say. “Traci, right?”
“That’s me!” she shouts back. She wiggles her rear at you.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” you shout.
Traci smiles and shakes her head. “I’m working honey,” she tells you. “No time to chat.” She stands and dances across the stage toward another customer. He slips a dollar into her garter, and she continues around the stage. As the next song begins, she dances her way over to you. <<set $stripper_mood -= 1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
<<nobr>>
<<set $Array_1 = ["Strip Club 1_5", "Strip Club 1_4", "Strip Club 1_3", "Strip Club 1_2", "Strip Club 1_1", "Strip Club 1_1", "Strip Club 1_1"]>>
<<set $scene = $Array_1[$stripper_mood+3]>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>><<nobr>>
<<set $Array_2 = ["Strip Club 2_1", "Strip Club 2_1", "Strip Club 2_1", "Strip Club 2_1", "Strip Club 2_2", "Strip Club 2_3", "Strip Club 2_4"]>>
<<set $scene = $Array_2[$stripper_mood+3]>>
<<endnobr>>[>img[Traci_02.png]]<<display $scene>><<if $cash is true>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 6_2">><<else>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 6_1">><<endif>>[>img[Traci_02.png]]<<display $scene>>You know what Traci’s looking for, but you don’t know how long Rose has and you don’t want to waste time. “I just want to ask about your transformation,” you tell her. “It won’t take long.”
Traci rolls her eyes. “What are you, a reporter?” she scoffs. “Find someone who isn’t on the clock to interview.” She turns away and dances toward another customer. She glances back over her shoulder as she goes and flicks the tip of her upraised tail. She <<if $g_string is true>>peels off her g-string, tossing it onto the stage, and <<endif>>writhes artfully from one person to another, collecting several bills in her garter. She glances back toward you and her smile falters. She dances back toward you, her eyes smoldering.<<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood; $g_string = false>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
“Listen!” you shout. “My girlfriend is starting to turn into a skunk!”
“That’s great!” Traci shouts back. “We could always use another dancer here.”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” you respond, frustrated. “I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Maybe she’ll like it!” Traci retorts. She raises her tail and its fur fans out ominously. “Or do you have something against skunks?”<<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
You have no idea how quickly Rose will turn into a skunk. Your anxiousness is making you impatient. “Look!” you shout. “My girlfriend is turning into a skunk! I can tip you later. Right now, I need answers!”
“Yeah, right,” Traci scoffs, scowling. “Tip me later – I’ve heard that one before. Maybe I can talk later… if you make it worth my while.”<<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
“Please!” you shout. “I just want to get some information from you. If you could just—”
Your words are cut off as Traci <<if $pose is 1>>spins in place and bends over<<elseif $pose is 2>>spins in place<<elseif $pose is 3>>sticks her ass right in your face<<endif>>. You stare in shock as her asshole puckers outward and two little pink nubs slide out of her ass. An instant later, those little nubs shower you with oily droplets that gleam golden in the stage lights. They spatter all over your face, clinging wetly. Your eyes burn horribly, but when you gasp in shock, that’s when the full impact of the skunk spray hits you. The stench is utterly horrifying. Your mind gropes for a comparison – garlic, onions, burning rubber, solvents, something rotting – but nothing in your memory compares to the nose-burning, lung-wrenching stink. You retch, almost losing your lunch. You stagger towards the door, your eyes streaming tears. You knock over tables and chairs in your haste to flee. You burst through the door and try to gulp in fresh air, but the scent of skunk clings to your face, and you end up inhaling even more of the wretched smell. There’s no way you can continue your investigation until you get cleaned up. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You slip a couple dollars into Traci’s garter. She wiggles her fuzzy rear in your face and blows you a kiss over her shoulder. You stare at her ass, your heart beating fast. You’re not sure how much of that is arousal and how much is nervousness. To your surprise – and relief – you don’t smell even a hint of skunk odor. At least if you can’t stop Rose’s transformation…
You cut that thought short and refocus your attention on the beautiful dancer onstage. Traci smiles and dances away, heading for another customer. He gives her a single dollar and shouts something that makes her roll her eyes and shake a finger at him. She dances her way back to you.<<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
You slip a couple more dollars into Traci’s garter and smile at her. She smiles back and winks at you. “Thank you, sweetie,” she purrs. She stands and dances away, working her way from one customer to the next, but she keeps glancing back in your direction.
A new song starts, and Traci spins around the pole a few times. Then she drops into a split so wide and quick the sight of it makes you wince a little. But Traci is clearly limber, and she bobs right back up. She turns away from you and bends over, <<if $g_string is true>>peeling her g-string down and discarding it, then <<endif>>wiggling her gorgeous rear. You are a little apprehensive to see the business end of a skunk girl pointed your way, but the view is definitely magnificent. Traci stands and starts dancing toward you. She reaches the edge of the stage and looks down at you. <<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood; $g_string = false>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>You slip a larger bill into Traci’s garter and she beams happily at you. “It’s nice to meet a man who knows how to show his appreciation,” she tells you during a quieter part of the current song.
“You’re worth every bit of attention I can give you,” you tell her as the music gets louder again. She seems to have heard you, though, or at least the general gist. She plants a kiss on your forehead before dancing away. She holds her tail high and wiggles her rear as she heads toward the other customers, stealing a glance back over her shoulder to make sure you’re watching. You are, of course. The sway of her buns is downright hypnotic. You’ve never seen anyone who moves so fluidly.
After a brief visit to one other customer, Traci comes sashaying back to you. “I just couldn’t stay away,” she teases. <<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
You slip another big bill into Traci’s garter. She grins and winks at you, then wriggles a little more for your viewing pleasure. She kneels on the edge of the stage in front of you and gives you a big hug, burying your face in her ample, furry breasts. She shimmies her shoulders, laughing, and then releases you. She leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek, but nips your earlobe instead. You cry out in surprise. Her teeth are disturbingly sharp. Traci she winks at you, then dances away across the stage again.
After a few spins around the pole, Traci comes dancing back over to you. “I get really worked up when I’m properly appreciated,” she purrs. “Know what I mean?”
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,8)>>
<<set $scene = "Pose " + $die_roll>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>Traci kneels down in front of you. She cups her breasts, squeezing them together. Then she dips her head and pulls one up them up toward her mouth. She gives her nipple a long, slow lick, looking at you with mischief in her eyes. She looks at you expectantly and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 1>>Traci gets down on all fours, facing you. She shimmies her shoulders, making her pendulous breasts jiggle deliciously. She raises her tail high and waggles her rear slowly from side to side. She looks at you expectantly and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 2>>Traci gets down on all fours and crawls around in a slow, sensual circle until she is facing away from you. She raises her tail slowly, revealing her gorgeous booty. She pauses, and you’re not sure if she’s letting you admire the view or reminding you of just how hazardous it could be to be where you’re sitting. <<if $g_string is true>>Her g-string seems like very little protection when you see her like this.<<else>>Even though her pussy is bare, you find yourself staring nervously at her asshole, which is aimed right at your face.<<endif>> She looks back over her shoulder and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 3>>Traci turns her back on you, the tip of her tail brushing the floor. She swings her hips from side to side in time with the music, and slowly raises her tail. Soon, her gorgeous booty comes into view, swaying in front of your eyes. She bends over, her tail held high in a graceful arc. <<if $g_string is true>>Her g-string seems like very little protection when you see her like this.<<else>>Even though her pussy is bare, you find yourself staring nervously at her asshole, which is aimed right at your face.<<endif>> She looks back over her shoulder <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 3>><<nobr>>
<<set $pole_position = ($pole_position + 1) % 3 + 1>>
<<set $scene = "Pole Dance " + $pole_position>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
She props a leg on your chair between your legs, letting you slide the bill into her garter. Then she pushes you gently back to lean against the chair back and climbs into your lap.
You grin from ear to ear as Traci wriggles in your lap. She grabs your head and buries your face between her soft, furry breasts, shimmying her shoulders. You barely remember to keep your hands to yourself, and you grip the sides of your chair until your knuckles turn white.
Traci leans back and lets you up for air. She sees your flustered expression and laughs. She wraps her calves around the legs of your chair and leans back, her belly undulating. She gradually sinks lower, her hips grinding against you. She eventually drops her head back and brushes the floor with her hair, making her breasts jut upward. You feel yourself starting to get hard, and you wonder what it would be like to take such a limber woman to bed.
Far too soon, the song ends. Traci gets back up onto the stage and whirls around the pole. She tumbles and twirls this way and that, flowing like a gymnast. <<if $pole_dance < 3>>You watch intently, memorizing the fascinating moves.<<endif>><<silently>>
<<if $pole_dance is 0>><<set $clues +=1>><<endif>>
<<if $stripper_mood < 3>><<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>><<endif>>
<<if $pole_dance<3>><<set $pole_dance += 1>><<endif>>
<</silently>>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
She props a leg on your chair between your legs, letting you slide the bill into her garter. Then she pushes you gently back to lean against the chair back and steps up onto the chair between your legs.
Traci writhes in front of you, her pussy mere inches from your nose. Slowly, she starts to turn in place as she dances, her curves wriggling hypnotically. She raises her tail as she turns, so that it just clears your head as she turns away.
Once she’s facing away from you, Traci stops pivoting, but she keeps dancing. Her buns undulate in front of you, so close you could lean forward and kiss her buns – if you dared. She bends over slowly as she dances, and your heart starts to beat faster. Soon, her pussy and asshole peek out between her buns. The sight makes you start to get hard, but it makes you more than a little apprehensive as well. Having a skunk girl’s back door hovering right in front of your nose does amazing things to focus your attention.
Traci reaches back and smacks her ass with one hand, making you jump. She laughs at your reaction. “What’s the matter?” she teases. “Nervous back there?”
“Just concentrating on keeping my hands to myself,” you confess. You ogle her ass appreciatively. “It’s hard.”
“I’m sure it is,” she laughs. To your regret, the song ends.
Traci leaps up onto the stage and practically attacks the brass pole. She whirls and twirls with abandon, her motions remarkably athletic. <<if $pole_dance < 3>>You watch intently, memorizing the fascinating moves.<<endif>><<silently>>
<<if $pole_dance is 0>><<set $clues +=1>><<endif>>
<<if $stripper_mood < 3>><<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>><<endif>>
<<if $pole_dance<3>><<set $pole_dance += 1>><<endif>>
<</silently>>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
She props a leg on your chair between your legs, letting you slide the bill into her garter. Then she pushes you gently back to lean against the chair back and circles around behind you.
Traci rests her hands on your shoulders and slowly runs them down your chest until her furry breasts are resting on top of your head. You look up between them to see her smirking down at you. “Remember,” she warns, “I can touch you, but you have to behave.” She grins wickedly. “I love my job.”
She starts to sway to the music, gently at first but gradually gaining enthusiasm. Her boobs wiggle and jiggle on your head. Then she stands and starts to dance around your chair in a tight circle, her curves undulating magnificently. She trails her tail as she circles you, and it brushes feather-light across your skin. She drags that furry plume across your chest, your arms, the back of your neck, and finally your face.
Your feel a tickle that might turn into a sneeze. You can’t see a thing, but you don’t dare grab her tail to move it out of the way. So you wrinkle your nose hard, fighting the sneeze. Suddenly, her tail whips away from your face.
Traci whirls in one fluid motion and sits in your lap, facing away from you. You grunt in surprise as her ass grinds against your crotch, making you immediately {hard/wet}. She leans back and rests her head on your shoulder, still writhing. You stare down her front, watching her breasts and reveling in the feel of her booty grinding against your lap. “I’m starting to think you really like skunk butt,” she purrs in your ear.
“I like yours, at least,” you grunt in response. “I really like yours.”
Unfortunately, the song comes to a close. Traci gives her butt one last wiggle, and then bounces up out of your lap. “Thanks, sweetie,” she says. She blows you a kiss, climbs up onto the stage, and begins and impressive display of pole-dancing prowess. Her whirling maneuvers are graceful and athletic, and you watch in fascination. <<if $pole_dance < 3>>You watch intently, memorizing the fascinating moves.<<endif>><<silently>>
<<if $pole_dance is 0>><<set $clues +=1>><<endif>>
<<if $stripper_mood < 3>><<set $stripper_mood +=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>><<endif>>
<<if $pole_dance<3>><<set $pole_dance += 1>><<endif>>
<</silently>>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
“Why don’t we go to the VIP room?” you suggest. You flash your remaining cash at her.
<<if $stripper_mood>-1>>Traci gives you a sad smile. “Sorry, hon,” she says. “You can’t afford it.” She gives you a peck on the cheek. “Maybe another time, when you’re feeling flush.”<<else>>Traci rolls her eyes. “Sorry,” she says. “You can’t afford it.” She shakes her head. “I’m not working a charity here. Come back another time, if you have the money.”<<endif>>
You sigh with disappointment. Traci dances at the edge of the stage for a moment.
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
“Why don’t we go to the VIP room?” you suggest. You show her the prize money from the wrestling match.
<<if $stripper_mood>-1>>Traci grins from ear to ear.<<else>>Traci forces a smile.<<endif>> “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” she tells you. She takes your arm and leads you up the stairs. The two of you enter a balcony overlooking the main floor of the club. A dark, gauzy curtain hides you from view and obscures much of what is going on below. Traci escorts you to a comfortable leather chair and coaxes you into it, then sits in your lap.
The curvaceous skunk girl swings a leg across you so that she’s facing you, and starts to grind her hips against your crotch. You are so hard that it’s difficult to focus on what you came for. She wriggles slowly to the music, and you start breathing a little harder.
[[Sit back and enjoy the VIP treatment|Strip Club 7_1]]
[[Fondle Traci as she rides your lap|Strip Club 7_2]]
[[Ask Traci to have sex with you|Strip Club 7_3]]
<<if $stripper_mood > 1>>[[Ask Traci if she knows anything that might help you|Strip Club 7_4]]<<endif>>
You can’t seem to think of a single reason to interrupt Traci’s lap dance. In fact, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else at the moment. You grip the arms of the chair to remind yourself not to interfere, no matter how tempting it is to touch her.
Traci undulates in your lap, then rises up a bit to engulf your face in her impressive cleavage. Her breasts are soft and fuzzy against your face. Her fur tickles a little, but it’s a pleasant sensation. The curvaceous skunk plants one foot between your legs and steps up onto the chair. You spread your legs to give her room to move. She writhes in place, swaying to the thrumming beat of the music. Her tail waves in the air behind her, making a counterpoint to her sinuous movements. Her pussy hovers just inches from your nose, and you can see her lips peeking out from the mound of downy fur.
“You’re almost close enough to smell me, aren’t you?” Traci teases. You nod absently, and she giggles. She spins abruptly in place, bends over, and leans back, pinning your head against the high back of the leather chair. Her round, furry buns are mashed against your face and you find your nose pressed right against her back door. Your heart races, but you force yourself to keep your grip on the chair’s arms.
“What do you smell now?” Traci asks. You hold your breath and hope fervently that she’s just teasing. She wriggles her ass to the music, burying your face even more firmly between her cheeks and rubbing your nose back and forth across her asshole. Your lungs ache, and you know you can’t hold your breath much longer.
Suddenly, the buxom stripper leans forward. You gasp for air as she gives a little hop and spreads her legs just enough to straddle yours. She descends swiftly into your lap, squeezing your legs with hers just enough to keep her landing from being painful. She wriggles her bubble butt against your crotch, drawing a moan from you. She looks back over her shoulder and grins. “You know what I think?” she asks.
“Bwa?” you answer, with all the articulation and suaveness you can muster.
“I think that anyone who wants to go to the VIP room with a skunk girl gets turned on by the danger,” she says. She wriggles her hazardous booty in your lap, making your hard-on twitch. “Does the threat of getting sprayed make you horny?” she purrs?
“I, uh…” you stammer. “I don’t really…”
Traci giggles and puts a finger to your lips. “It’s okay,” she tells you with a wink. “I won’t tell anyone.” She leans forward and arches her back, tilting her rump up toward you. Her tail is pressed firmly against her back, giving you an unobstructed view. She spreads her buns with both hands, and her brown eye peeks up at you. “I could nail you right in the face from here,” she says. “Isn’t that exciting?”
You open your mouth to answer, then shut it with a click. You can’t even begin to form a coherent response at the moment. Traci chuckles and grinds her ass against your crotch, keeping her cheeks spread the entire time. You can’t tear your eyes away from her business end, and your cock throbs against your pants beneath her. Her brown eye clenches and puckers, clenches and puckers, winking at you. Your heart is racing and your breathing is growing heavy.
Suddenly, you cum in your pants. You let out a strained grunt, followed by a long, slow moan. Your underwear clings wetly to you, and Traci’s movements slow to a halt. She releases her hold on her buns and leans back against you. “Looks like you’re the one who sprayed,” she whispers in your ear. <<set $stripper_sex +=1>><<if $stripper_mood > 0>><<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>><<endif>>
<<if $stripper_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 7_1_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 7_1_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>
The bouncer told you to keep your hands to yourself, but you suspect that rule is ignored in the VIP room. As Traci rubs her furry breasts against your face, you cup one in your hand and bring it to your mouth. You lick her nipple, then look up at her to see her reaction.
<<if $stripper_mood < 0>><<display "Strip Club 7_2_1">><<elseif $stripper_mood < 2>><<display "Strip Club 7_2_2">><<elseif $stripper_mood is 2>><<display "Strip Club 7_2_3">><<else>><<display "Strip Club 7_2_4">><<endif>>
You look around the balcony. “This is nice and private,” you comment.
Traci nods. “That’s the general idea,” she tells you. “VIP treatment wouldn’t be quite the same if everyone was watching.”
“Too true,” you agree. “But since I’m getting the VIP treatment, what do you say we really take advantage of this privacy?” You leer at her. “No one will ever know we’re fucking in here.”
<<if $stripper_mood < 1>><<display "Strip Club 7_3_1">><<elseif $stripper_mood < 3>><<display "Strip Club 7_3_2">><<else>><<display "Strip Club 7_3_3">><<endif>>
Having a gorgeous skunk woman writhing in your lap makes it extremely difficult to concentrate. But you manage to marshal your thoughts and ask, “Do you mind if we chat while we’re here?”
Traci smiles at you. “It’s your dime, sweetie,” she purrs. “What do you want to chat about?” She puts her hands on your shoulders and lifts herself up just high enough to brush her breasts lightly back and forth across your face.
“I’m, uh, hoping you can help me,” you explain. Traci is certainly making it difficult to concentrate, but you plow on doggedly. “My girlfriend, Rose, is starting to turn into a skunk girl.”
Traci leans back and frowns prettily. “And this is a bad thing?” she asks.
“Um…” you answer, caught off guard. “Don’t get me wrong – I think you’re gorgeous.” You lick your lips, fishing for the right words. “It’s just that my girlfriend doesn’t want to change.”
Traci rolls her eyes. “So a skunk girl is good enough to get naked for you, but you don’t want to be in a relationship with one of us.” She shakes her head. “Story of my life,” she mutters. She leans back in your lap, still writhing distractingly.
“It’s not like that,” you tell the lovely skunk. “I’m just trying to help my girlfriend.”
Traci sighs. “Even assuming I want to help you,” she says, “what can I do?” She gestures at her furry body, and your eyes rove up and down her curves. “You can see for yourself that I changed. I have no idea how to stop it.”
You shrug. “There this scientist, Dr. Devious, who’s controlling her change. He’ll stop if I get him a book he wants.”
Traci spins in your lap and wiggles her rear. Her tail flops against your face, making you splutter and shove it aside so you can see her. The skunk girl giggles. “Have you tried the library?” she asks.
You laugh, but Traci holds up a finger. “Not like that, silly,” she says. “Obviously, it’s not something he could just check out. But Heather, the librarian, must be the best person in town to locate a book.”
You nod. “That makes sense. But it’s a rare book, and Dr. Devious isn’t interested in sharing it with anyone. Do you know anything about this Heather person that might encourage her to help me take a rare book out of circulation?”
Traci continues grinding her ass in your lap for a few moments, then a sly smile crosses her face. “I just might,” she says. She stands and climbs up between your legs, still facing away. Her curvy rump sways back and forth right in front of your face. “But you’ve been more than a little insulting,” she continues. “You’re going to have to take a risk if you want my help.” Her tail brushes the top of your head and then raises high in the air.
You swallow nervously. “What kind of risk?” you ask.
Traci grins down at you. “Heather loves riddles,” she tells you, “and I know one she hasn’t heard that I think she’ll really like.” She shimmies her butt in your face, making her buns jiggle. “If you guess the answer correctly, you walk out of here with the best help I can give you.”
You nod, staring at Traci’s undulating buns. “And if I guess wrong?” you ask, not really wanting to know the answer.
Traci’s smile turns downright predatory. “I’ll still tell you the answer,” she says. She reaches around behind herself with both hands and spreads her cheeks wide. You find yourself staring right down the barrel of her artillery from point-blank range. “But only after I make you pay for being wrong.”
You stare at the wrinkled ring of her back door for a long moment. You wish you’d found a way to ask for Traci’s help that hadn’t sounded insulting. What she’s asking you to do is a horrible risk, but you can’t think of any other way to get her to tell you what you need to know. “Okay,” you sigh.
[[“Ask your riddle.”|Strip Club 7_4_0]]
Traci slaps you and leaps out of your lap. “What part of ‘don’t touch’ is so hard for you to understand?” she growls. Her lips pull back from her teeth, which gleam sharp and white in the dim light.
You hold up your hands and open your mouth to apologize, but it’s too late for that. The curvaceous skunk spins in place, bends over, and lets loose in one swift motion. A fountain of fine, gleaming droplets engulfs you from head to toe, misting gently against your skin. The smell that washes over you is anything but gentle, though. The stink claws at your lungs, snatching your breath away. Your eyes water and sting, blurring everything around you. But you can still make out her form, bent over in front of you. You shove yourself up out of your chair, intending to bolt for the exit.
You don’t make it. You don’t even turn away in time. As you stand, Traci squirts a pair of narrowly focused streams that hit you right in the eyes and travel down your face. The pain of the acrid musk in your eyes makes you gasp in pain, and as the streams of her anal perfume cross your lips, some of the vile stuff splashes into your mouth. You gag and stumble, falling to one knee. You feel another shower of skunk spray engulf your head, raining thick, gooey drops all over your face and hair. You struggle to regain your feet, but you just don’t have the breath for it. You reek horribly, and the fumes fill your nose, mouth, and lungs with every strangled breath.
A few moments later, strong hands haul you to your feet and drag you down the steps. You stumble and blink, barely able to keep from tripping down the stairs. You crash through a steel door and land roughly on the pavement outside.
When you finally manage to blink the world back into focus, you find yourself in the alley behind Pole Cats. You puff and wheeze, and every breath makes your nose wrinkle from the incredible stench. You haul yourself slowly to your feet and look around, but no one else is here. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Traci raises an eyebrow at you. “That’s not really what you want to kiss, is it?” she asks.
“Um… it isn’t?” you answer, confused.
Traci sighs, making her breasts heave distractingly in front of your face. “In my experience, it’s only the ass men who ask a skunk girl to come up here to the VIP room.” She climbs out of your lap and turns around slowly. She looks back at you over her shoulder and frowns. “I expect kissing my nipple was just a matter of opportunity, wasn’t it?”
You open your mouth to answer, but your words die on your lips as the curvy skunk bends over in front of you. She points her toes inward, making her buns spread and revealing her asshole and pussy. “Come on, then,” she says. “Kiss my ass.”
“I, uh…” you stammer.
Traci rolls her eyes. “Look, you’re paying for the privilege, so you might as well do it.” She wiggles her butt at you, her tail waving high in the air.
“Far be it from me to argue,” you say as you get up out of your chair. You stride over behind the gorgeous, furry stripper, and stare down at her backside. She’s insanely beautiful, but feel like you must be a little insane to actually kiss a skunk’s ass. Still, she did offer. You start to bend over, but quickly realize it’s going to be an awkward position. You’re not wild about the idea of kneeling behind her, but it seems like the best way to go about things. You decide to compromise and drop to one knee.
The skunk’s white, fuzzy rump hovers directly in front of your face. Her pussy lips peek out from her furry mound, but it’s the wrinkled star of her asshole that captures your attention. You reach up, put your hands tentatively on her furry buns, and lean forward to give her right cheek a kiss.
Traci sighs heavily. “That’s not what I meant,” she tells you. “Now kiss my ass, before I lose my patience.” You swallow nervously. You can’t imagine a good outcome if the skunk woman runs out of patience. At best, you’ll miss your opportunity to kiss such a magnificent ass. At worst… well, the worst doesn’t bear thinking about. Your heart is in your throat, but you lean in close and plant a big kiss right on her asshole. That dire ring of flesh puckers and swells, almost as if she’s kissing you back. Your heart hammers against your breastbone, but you keep kissing. You screw up your courage and give her a tentative lick.
Two little fleshy nubs dart along the sides of your tongue and erupt, gushing skunk spray into your mouth. You shove yourself away from Traci’s ass, retching uncontrollably. You collapse to your hands and knees, your stomach heaving and clenching. The skunk’s anal perfume drools off your tongue and onto the carpet. The vile stuff clings to everything in your mouth. The stench is horrific, filling your nose with a burning, garlicky, rubbery smell. The taste is even worse, bitter and acrid and foul. It takes every bit of willpower you can muster to hang onto your breakfast.
“And now you’ve paid for the privilege,” Traci sneers. She whistles sharply and then stands over you, glaring. “I don’t think anyone will be kissing you for quite some time,” she declares. “Maybe that will teach you to keep your tongue to yourself.”
Moments later, the bouncer comes storming into the room. He hauls you to your feet, then snaps his head away from you with a grimace. “Stupid fucker,” he mutters. He escorts you unceremoniously down the stairs and shoves you out the door. “If you’re smart, you’ll stay away,” he says. “But I guess we know you ain’t smart.” He turns and re-enters the club, closing the door behind him. The stench of skunk fills your nose and the taste of skunk makes you gag every time you try to swallow. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Traci leans back and shakes a chiding finger at you. “No touchy,” she reminds you, but she doesn’t seem too upset. “And just in case you’re wondering, that includes your tongue.” She shakes her head. “Did you really think that wouldn’t be against the rules?” she asks. She seems to be fighting a smile.
You shrug. “I had to try,” you tell her. “Can you blame me?” You smile at her.
Traci laughs. “I could,” she points out, “but luckily for you, I don’t.”
The current song winds down and Traci gives an exaggerated sigh, drawing your eyes to her ample breasts. "Time's up, sweetie," she tells you. She takes you by the arm and escorts you downstairs. "I'm due for another turn on the stage," she tells you as you reach your table. She climbs up onstage and takes a few turns around the pole. Then she smiles and dances her way over to you.
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
Traci gasps in surprise, but then she wraps her arms around your head and mashes your face into her breasts. She writhes even harder in your lap, and you curse the fact that your pants are between your cock and her magnificent body.
Encouraged, you suck her nipple into your mouth, nibbling and sucking eagerly. Traci moans softly and rides your lap with a vigor that amazes you. You kiss and lick, suck and nibble, your face mashed into her furry, pillowy breasts. You manage to switch nipples at one point, but it isn’t easy. Traci has your head in a surprisingly strong grip. All the while, her crotch rubs against yours, hot and almost painfully hard. You can feel your heart racing and you pant heavily into her bosom. She rubs insistently along the length of your cock, the friction and her body heat building an intense heat in the fabric of your pants.
Before long, your dick erupts, spewing your spunk into your underwear. Traci gives a little gasp and her hips stop moving. She settles into your lap and nibbles on your ear. “Naughty boy,” she whispers in your ear. She gives her hips a little wiggle. “Guess your time’s up.” She gets up and heads for the stairs. “I’m due back onstage soon,” she tells you. “You can stay here until you’re recovered.” <<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood; $stripper_sex +=1>>
You watch her receding form and give a contented sigh. After a minute, you haul yourself to your feet and head for the restroom. You clean up as best you can, and when you re-emerge you see that Traci has taken the stage again. She spies you, smiles, and dances her way over to you.
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
Traci’s lips form a thin, flat line. Then she sighs. “Sure,” she says. “What the hell.” She climbs up out of your lap, and turns away from you. She drops down to the floor, getting onto her hands and knees with her tail held high. She looks back over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow at you. “Hurry up before I change my mind,” she gripes.
It’s not exactly the enthusiasm you had hoped for, but you’re not going to complain to her about it. You scramble out of your chair in haste, then get down behind her on your knees. You ogle her gorgeous curves as you unbuckle your belt. Her ample breasts hang down and sway invitingly, but your eyes keep coming back to the round bubble of her rear. It’s more than a little unnerving to have a skunk’s business end pointed at you, especially when she doesn’t seem entirely happy with the situation, but you can’t help but admire the view. You unfasten your fly and pull out your cock, which is stiff and eager to go. “Are you ready?” you ask her.
Traci’s eyes narrow and she gives you a wicked-looking grin. “Are you?” she asks. Her tail fur fans out and her asshole puckers outward.
“No! Wait!” you blurt. You simultaneously try to put your dick away and put up your hands, with the result that you don’t manage to accomplish either one. You watch helplessly as the red nubs of Traci’s artillery slide into view and shower your entire front with skunk spray. A fine, reeking mist engulfs you, making you choke and cough. The smell is unbearable, and you freeze for just an instant in shock.
It’s an instant too long. Traci’s asshole erupts again, spewing a geyser of thick, gooey droplets that drench your face. The stench intensifies, making you dizzy. Your breath catches in your throat and your lungs spasm. The acrid fumes seep deep into your airways, despite your body’s attempts to keep the stink at bay. You raise your hands to shield your face, belatedly trying to spare your sinuses further torture.
Traci sprays again, this time squirting a pair of sloppy streams of her anal perfume all over your exposed cock. The sensitive skin of your dick burns and stings, and you gasp in surprise, sucking in a lungful of her vile aroma. That sets you to coughing uncontrollably, and you fling yourself away from her, tumbling to the carpet.
Traci stands and glares down at you. “Maybe that’ll teach you to keep you dick in your pants,” she growls. She storms out, leaving you to gasp and writhe in misery on the floor.
A minute later, the bouncer enters the VIP area and prods you with his foot. “Get up,” he growls, holding his nose. “And get out.” You haul yourself breathlessly to your feet and he chivvies you down the stairs. He shoves you unceremoniously out into the street and mutters, “Dumbass.”
You stand in the street, panting and wheezing. A haze of stink hangs around you, and your dick stings. You quickly realize it’s hanging out, and stuff it back into your pants, wincing painfully. <<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood = -3; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Traci frowns prettily. “I like you, sweetie,” she says. “But this is a strip club, not a brothel.” She raises her tail behind her. “If you forget that, you’re likely to get yourself into trouble.”
Your eyes grow wide. “My mistake,” you say hastily. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”
Traci shakes a finger at you. “No, you shouldn’t have,” she says. “Now pay attention and let me finish your lap dance.”
Traci writhes and wriggles in your lap, rubbing her crotch repeatedly along the length of your cock. Then she turns and grinds her ass in your lap, watching you over her shoulder. “Do you like that?” she purrs as she rubs against your shaft.
“Buh,” you answer, wide-eyed.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she says. “Most guys get nervous being behind a skunk,” she tells you. She swivels her hips and rubs up and down, mashing her ass against your raging hard-on. “But not you,” she continues. She leans forward. “You seem to get off on the danger.” Her tail fur bristles. “Or maybe you get off on getting skunked.” Her asshole starts to pucker outward slowly.
You shake your head vigorously, but Traci ignores your denial. “I’ll make you a deal,” she says. “If you squirt, then I’ll squirt.” The red nubs of her artillery slide into view. “Know what I mean?”
You stare down at the skunk’s weaponry and bite your lip. The way she’s grinding in your lap is bringing you closer to climax alarmingly quickly. She starts gyrating her hips even more vigorously, and yet her aim never wavers. The nozzles of her stench guns stay aimed at your face even as her back door changes angles with the motion of her ass. You feel the head of your cock throb, feel your balls start to tighten. You grit your teeth and brace yourself.
And then Traci stops moving. She holds perfectly still in your lap, her artillery aimed up at your face. She lifts her ass slightly and slams it down onto your cock. Once. Your dick throbs. Twice. It twitches, ready to erupt. Three times. You grip the arms of the chair tightly.
Traci chuckles softly. “Maybe that will help you remember the difference between a strip club and a brothel,” she observes. Her artillery slowly slides back into her asshole and you let out an explosive sigh of relief. She gives you a wink over her shoulder. “And that concludes our time her in the VIP room.” She gets up out of your lap. “I’m due back onstage,” she tells you. She helps you to your feet and escorts you downstairs. You walk slowly and awkwardly, still trembling from being so close to orgasm – and disaster.
The music shifts and Traci climbs up onstage. She whirls around the pole a few times and then dances over to you. <<set $stripper_mood -= 1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
Traci grins at you. “Normally, I’d turn tail and blast a guy in the face for asking that in the club,” she tells you. She gets up out of your lap, turns away from you, and bends over. “But luckily for you, I like you.” She extends her tail so that most of it stands straight up, but the last foot or so still hangs down.
You smile nervously back at her. “That is lucky,” you agree. You eye her rear end nervously, wondering if your luck will hold.
Traci leers at you. “Take off your pants.”
“What?” you gasp.
Traci laughs. “Take. Off. Your. Pants.” She flicks the tip of her tail. “Now.”
You scramble to unfasten your pants and shove them down around your ankles. You kick them away them awkwardly, keeping your eyes on the skunk’s business end. “Like I said,” she tells you, “I like you.” She slowly sinks into your lap.
You realize almost too late what she’s doing. You grab your hard-on with one hand and guide it frantically toward her pussy lips. Traci bites her lower lip as the two of you come into contact, and you feel a thrill run up your spine. You can feel that she’s already wet, and she sinks down onto you bit by bit. You groan as she finally impales herself all the way to your hilt.
Traci leans back and murmurs in your ear, “This is the good part about being behind a skunk.”
You nod jerkily. “Damn right,” you grunt. You put your arms on her waist and help her raise and lower herself. The curvaceous skunk moves slowly for several strokes, but soon begins picking up the pace. You moan in pleasure, relishing the hot, tight warmth of her pussy sliding up and down your shaft.
Traci rides you harder and harder, and soon she is slamming her ass down into your lap so hard it almost hurts. She starts to moan louder, then raises a knuckle to her mouth and bites it. You bury your face in her hair and do your best to meet her thrusts, but really, Traci is the one riding you. All too soon, you erupt into her, spewing jet after jet of your cum.
Traci keeps bobbing on your cock for several hard strokes. Cumming has made you so sensitive you can barely stand it, but you grit your teeth against any possible objection. Moments later, Traci impales herself one last time, and then turns into a quivering puddle of skunk in your lap, mewling around the knuckle clenched in her teeth.
Traci slides off your cock and turns to look down at you with shining eyes. “Sorry to rush that,” she says, “but I have to duck backstage and get ready for my next set.” She leans down and gives you a peck on the cheek. “Ta-ta.” Then she breezes out of the room and down the stairs. <<set $stripper_mood -=1; $current_mood = $stripper_mood; $stripper_sex +=1>>
A few minutes later, you retrieve your pants and put them back on. You lean on the rail as you descend the stairs on wobbly legs. When you arrive near the stage, Traci spies you and smiles. She dances over to you.
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
Traci leans back and presses her ass against your face. Your nose is planted firmly on her asshole. She releases her grip on her buns, and they engulf your face in fuzzy warmth. “Give me your hands,” she tells you. You raise your hands hesitantly, and Traci guides them to her hips. “Hang on tight,” she says. “This could be a hell of a ride.” She chuckles. “Are you ready?”
You nod, rubbing your face against her magnificent booty. Your heart thumps hard against your breastbone. You squeeze her hips tightly, tense with anticipation.
“Then answer me this,” the buxom skunk says. “Smell me, buy me, and deliver me; I won’t change. What am I?”
[[Click here to answer|Strip Club 7_4_0_1]]
“<<print $answer>>,” you say as confidently as you can. Your voice is muffled by the skunk’s fuzzy booty, but you’re pretty sure she can hear you clearly enough.
“Are you sure about that?” Traci asks.
You nod, which makes the tip of your nose prod her back door several times. You grip her hips and hang on tight.
The skunk girl’s asshole starts to pucker outward. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she tells you. You brace yourself, and you hardly hear her when she says, “That’s the right answer.” Traci steps down off your chair and you slump forward in relief. She turns and kisses you on the forehead. “Maybe you’re not as dumb as I thought,” she tells you. “Just don’t go insulting skunk girls in the future.”
You nod vigorously. “Understood,” you gasp, your body trembling a little as the adrenaline starts to bleed off. You smile at her. “And thank you,” you add.
Traci escorts you out of the VIP room and down the stairs. She climbs back onto the stage and dances across it several times, collecting tips from the other customers. Then she dances over toward you. <<if $riddle is false>><<set $riddle = true; $clues +=1>><<endif>>
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>
“<<print $answer>>,” you say as confidently as you can. Your voice is muffled by the skunk’s fuzzy booty, but you’re pretty sure she can hear you clearly enough.
“Are you sure about that?” Traci asks.
You nod, which makes the tip of your nose prod her back door several times. You grip her hips and hang on tight.
The skunk girl’s asshole starts to pucker outward. “You’re lucky,” she tells you. You slump in relief, and it takes you a moment to register what she says next. “You get to smell the answer.” The skunk’s asshole swells against your nose, and her artillery erupts, gushing a horrifying quantity of skunk spray. The slippery stuff coats your face and spurts out along the cleft of her buns, both above and below. Traci wriggles her rear, rubbing the noxious stuff into your skin. You expect she’ll end up smelling just as bad as you do, but that’s no consolation at the moment. The stink of skunk seeps deep into your lungs, making you gag and gasp. You try to push Traci away, but she grabs your wrists and yanks, jamming your face even harder against her ass.
“The answer,” she announces, “is ‘scent’. Just like mine!” She wiggles her rear vigorously and lets loose again. Skunk musk jets messily all over your face, her motions sending the vile-smelling oil everywhere. You try to pull away, but Traci is surprisingly strong. You feel like you nearly wrench your shoulders out of their sockets. The stench is overwhelming, making you dizzy and nauseated. Traci gyrates her butt slowly against your face, grinding the noxious perfume in. You have to fight to steal gulps of air when her motion permits, and each desperate breath reeks like hell. You cough into the cleft of her ass, scattering thick droplets of musk.
Finally, Traci releases your wrists and steps down off the chair. You slump bonelessly and your head lolls against your chest. Your breath rattles weakly, drawing in breath after shallow breath of pungent, tainted air. Your eyes sting and water, and the skin of your face burns and itches. It feels like the skunk girl managed to grind her anal perfume deep into your pores. You wonder if you’ll ever smell right again.
Traci smiles mischievously at you. “That’s two valuable pieces of information for the price of one,” she tells you. You look quizzically at her, but you’re too breathless to actually ask what she means. “First, you get the riddle to ask the librarian,” she says. “Who knows? Playing a riddle game with Heather might even be safer than with me.” She holds up a finger. “But more importantly,” she adds, “you’ve learned what happens when you insult a skunk. I’d suggest you be more careful in the future.” She turns on her heel and sashays away. Despite the torture you’ve just suffered behind her, you can’t help but watch her buns sway as she walks.
After a few minutes, you manage to catch your breath. You stagger down the stairs, your legs wobbling, and haul yourself out the front door. <<if $riddle is false>><<set $riddle = true; $clues +=1>><<endif>><<set $stripper_skunked += 1; $skunked_last = "stripper"; $stripper_mood -=1; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = $stripper_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<nobr>>
<<set $flirt_value = random(0,6); $flirt_increment = random(1,2); $riddle_value = random(0,12); $riddle_increment = random(1,2); $fail_value = random(0,6)>>
<<set $direction = random(1,2)>><<if $direction is 1>><<set $flirt_increment = $flirt_increment * -1>><<endif>>
<<set $direction = random(1,2)>><<if $direction is 1>><<set $riddle_increment = $riddle_increment * -1>><<endif>>
<<set $mad_science_asked = 0; $riddle_botched = false; $riddle_asked = false>>
<<endnobr>>You approach a large stone building whose door is flanked by a pair of life-sized concrete lions. The lintel proclaims it to be the Hereford Public Library, est. 1869. You climb the broad stone steps, pass between the lions, and go through the revolving door. A bored-looking young woman sits at the circulation desk, reading a book. She glances up as you enter, then goes back to reading.
You enter the main hall of the library and spot a full-figured skunk woman behind the reference desk. She wears a white button-up shirt and a form-fitting skirt that is a bit shorter than you would have expected. Her clothes cling distractingly to her ample curves, and you have a hard time meeting her eyes right away. Her hair is pulled up, but that only seems to emphasize her striking beauty. Because of her skunk features, it’s hard to judge how old she is, but she has enough padding on her belly and thighs that you suspect she’s worked a desk job for at least ten years. The curves look remarkably good on her, and you suspect she has noticed your eyes lingering over her chubby figure. Her dark eyes sparkle behind square-rimmed glasses, and she tilts her head expectantly at you.
You assume that the reference librarian is most likely to know about rare books, and that a skunk woman is more likely to know something about Dr. Devious than anyone else. You approach the reference desk and give her your best smile. You notice her nametag, and say, “Hi… Heather. I’m hoping you can help me.”<<set $library_intro = true>>
<<display "Library Options">>
[[Ask her about "Mad Science, The Advanced Course"|Library 1]]
[[Ask her about rare books in general|Library 2]]
[[Flirt with her|Library 3]]
[[Play a riddle game with her|Library 4]]
[[Attempt to talk her out of her clothes|Library 5]]
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
<<nobr>>
<<if $mad_science_asked is 0>><<set $scene = "Library 1_1">>
<<elseif $mad_science_asked is 1>><<set $scene = "Library 1_2">>
<<elseif $mad_science_asked is 2>><<set $scene = "Library 1_3">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 1_4">><<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<if $mad_science_asked is 0 and visited() is 0>><<set $scene = "Library 2_1">>
<<elseif $mad_science_asked is 0 and visited() > 0>><<set $scene = "Library 2_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 2_3">>
<<endif>><<display $scene>><<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll>$target>>
<<set $scene = "Flirt " + $flirt_value; $flirt_value = ($flirt_value + $flirt_increment)%7>>
<<if $flirt_value < 0>><<set $flirt_value = $flirt_value+7>>
<<endif>>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Flirt Fail " + $fail_value; $fail_value = ($fail_value + $flirt_increment)%7>>
<<if $fail_value < 0>><<set $fail_value = $fail_value+7>>
<<endif>>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $die_roll>$target>><<set $scene = "Library 3_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 3_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You nod at a book on the reference desk titled //Riddles in Myth and Folklore//. “Tell you what,” you suggest. “I’ve always enjoyed riddles, and I’m really good at them. Why don’t you ask me one? If I get it right, maybe you can help me out.”
Heather <<if $librarian_mood > -1>>gives you a lop-sided grin<<else>>frowns<<endif>>. “Maybe I can,” she says. “We’ll see.” She pouts in thought for a moment, looking very pretty. Then she asks her riddle:
<<set $scene = "Riddle " + $riddle_value>><<set $riddle_value = ($riddle_value + $riddle_increment)%13>><<if $riddle_value < 0>><<set $riddle_value = $riddle_value+13>><<endif>><<display $scene>>
You look past Heather’s shoulder toward the stacks. “It seems to me there are a lot of little corners around here where a couple of consenting adults could have a lot of fun,” you observe. “Want to explore one of them?”
<<nobr>>
<<if $librarian_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Library 5_1">>
<<elseif $librarian_mood is -1>><<set $scene = "Library 5_2">>
<<elseif $librarian_mood is 0>><<set $scene = "Library 5_3">>
<<elseif $librarian_mood is 1>><<set $scene = "Library 5_4">>
<<elseif $librarian_mood is 2>><<set $scene = "Library 5_5">>
<<elseif $librarian_mood is 3>><<set $scene = "Library 5_6">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You pass between the lions flanking the library door and past the girl who works at the circulation desk. You stride toward the reference desk, trying to look businesslike and friendly at the same time.
Heather, the reference librarian, <<if $librarian_mood is 3>><<grins happily>><<elseif $librarian_mood > 0>>smiles<<elseif $librarian_mood is 0>>nods<<elseif $librarian_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>scowls<<endif>> at you as you approach. “What can I do for you today?” she asks.
<<display "Library Options">>
You pass between the lions flanking the library door, but when you go to use the revolving door, you find that it won’t budge. You see the girl from the circulation desk staring at you from the other side of the glass, holding her nose.
You go to the after-hours book drop and raise the flap. “Hello?” you call out hopefully.
“Go away,” the clerk’s voice comes back, sounding muffled. “You can’t come in here smelling like that.”
“But I just want—” you begin.
“No!” she interrupts. “You reek! No way you’re getting in here.”
You sigh and turn around, walking slowly back down the steps.
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You enter the library, and as you pass the circulation desk, the clerk’s nose wrinkles. She looks up from her book and frowns at you. You know you haven’t managed to get the smell of skunk off you completely, and you shrug an apology to her.
You head for the reference desk, and see Heather <<if $librarian_mood>0>>grinning<<elseif $librarian_mood is 0>>staring<<elseif $librarian_mood is -1>>frowning<<else>>scowling<<endif>> at you. Her tail is raised high in the air behind her, and its tip flicks in time with your footsteps. <<if $librarian_mood<1>>“What do you want?” she asks gruffly.<<else>>”Back for more?” she asks with a small smile.<<endif>>
<<display "Library Options">>
You enter the library, and as you pass the circulation desk, the clerk’s nose wrinkles. She scampers out from behind her desk and blocks your way. “Hold it!” she says. “You can’t come in here.”
“What?” you ask her. “Why not?” You suspect you already know, but you want to hear it from her.
“You’ve pissed off my boss more than once,” she complains. “If you do it again, I think I’ll be violently sick – along with everyone else in here. Beat it, or I’m calling the cops.”<<if $librarian_mood<1>><<set $scene = "Library 0_6">><<else>><<set $scene = "Library 0_7">><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and check on Rose|House 0]]
[[Shove your way past her|$scene]]
The circulation clerk isn’t exactly an imposing person. You shove her aside, and she falls over a chair. You go striding into the library, intent on reaching the reference desk. But Heather intercepts you partway, appearing from a narrow aisle of shelves. “That was uncalled for,” she snarls, her voice louder than you’ve heard it before. “In fact, that was assault!”
You turn to her, your hands up. “Now, just hold on a minute,” you say, trying to sound calm and reasonable.
The fur of Heather’s tail fans out. “I can defend myself – and my staff!” she hisses through clenched teeth. She whirls around, bends over a little, and lifts her skirt. She grabs her plump butt cheeks with both hands and spreads them. Her eyes are fiery as she glares back at you, but it’s her brown eye that really has you worried. That dire pucker swells outward and you catch just the briefest glimpse of the little red nubs of her artillery. Heather sprays, engulfing you from head to toe in fine, clinging, golden mist.
The smell hits you like a physical blow, making you stagger back a step. You open your mouth to plead with the furious librarian, but all that comes out is a strangled gurgle. Heather’s eyes narrow, watching your lips work futilely, trying to form words. Then she sprays again, squirting a pair of thick, ropy streams right in your open mouth.
You drop to your hands and knees, retching uncontrollably. The taste of skunk musk is shockingly foul, making your gut spasm and heave. The stench worms its way up the back of your sinuses, bringing tears to your eyes. You spit over and over, but a thick coating of the vile oil clings to everything in your mouth. Your head spins, dizzy from the horrifyingly pungent scent and your inability to draw a breath.
You feel yourself dragged out the door and flung down the concrete steps. You tumble into a heap at the foot of the stairs, drooling a combination of spit and skunk spray.
You have no idea how long it takes you to catch your breath, but it smells like forever. Finally, though, you sit up and mop futilely at your musk-soaked face.<<set $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“Okay,” you say. “I don’t want any trouble.” You turn to go, but when the circulation clerk starts to relax, you keep turning and dart past her, into the library. You head for the reference desk as fast as you can. <<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
Heather sees you coming and <<if $librarian_mood is 3>>grins happily<<elseif $librarian_mood > 0>>smiles<<elseif $librarian_mood is 0>>nods<<else>>frowns<<endif>>. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asks.
<<display "Library Options">>
You scratch your head just above your ear, trying to think of how best to phrase your request. “My girlfriend has a problem I’m hoping you can help with,” you say.
Heather nods. “What sort of problem?” she asks, getting a pen and preparing to write in a notebook she keeps on her desk.
You shrug. “She’s turning into a skunk woman,” you say.
Heather looks away and her shoulders slump. Her eyes grow distant for a long moment. “That can be difficult to deal with,” she says very softly. She lowers her pen and goes very still.
You sigh. “It is,” you agree. “Someone named Dr. Devious infected her with nanites, and he wants something called //Mad Science, The Advanced Course// in exchange for turning her back.”
Heather frowns. “Even if we did have such a book in our collection, there’s no way I could let you have it,” she tells you firmly. “It’s far too dangerous to be running loose in the world. It could get into the wrong hands – like, for instance, someone who calls himself Dr. Devious.”
“So you won’t help me?” you ask.
Heather shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry,” she tells you. “I just can’t.”<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $mad_science_asked +=1>>
<<display "Library Options">>You sigh. “I know it’s dangerous, but I really need to get my hands on a copy of Mad Science, The Advanced Course,” you tell Heather.
Heather scowls at you. “We’ve been over this,” she reminds you needlessly. “I can’t help you. It would be irresponsible of me to provide information that would further the goals of this ‘Dr. Devious’ person.”<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $mad_science_asked +=1>>
<<display "Library Options">>
“Please,” you plead. “You have to help me. My girlfriend is frantic. I just have to get a copy of //Mad Science, The Advanced Course//.”
Heather sighs heavily. “Very well,” she says, rolling her eyes. She looks around the room as if checking to see if anyone is looking. “Come around here behind the reference desk. There’s a volume that might help you on the bottom shelf behind me.”
You beam a smile at the librarian and scamper around behind the counter before she has a chance to change her mind. “Thank you so much!” you tell her. “I really appreciate this.”
Heather looks sad for a moment, but then her expression becomes businesslike. “It’s that one down there,” she indicates with a jerk of her thumb.
You kneel down behind the librarian and grab a large, heavy volume. “What is it?” you ask as you turn back toward her.
To your dismay, you see that the skunk woman’s tail is bolt upright and her skirt is hitched up over her hips. Her ample, furry rear is bare, and she’s bent over with her hands braced on the reference desk. Her asshole peeks out between her buns, right in front of your face. Before you can react, that sinister pucker swells and she lets loose. She sprays two tightly focused streams of skunk musk right in your eyes, and they travel down your face to your chin.
You clutch at your burning eyes, blinded by the acrid spray. You try to cry out, but all you can manage is a strangled choking noise as the stench of skunk fills your nose. You try breathing through your mouth, but that only makes things worse. Now you can taste the vile aroma, and you gag, your stomach churning. The scent seeps into your throat, and you struggle to draw a breath. Unfortunately for you, you succeed. Skunk stink fills your lungs, making you cough and hack like a lifelong smoker. You collapse to the floor, eyes streaming and chest heaving painfully.
“I really didn’t want to do that,” Heather tells you, shaking her head. “But it seemed like the only way to get you to stop asking about that horrid book.” She looks you up and down, her eyes sad. Her nose wrinkles. “Go on home,” she says, “and don’t ask about it again.”<<nobr>><<set $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $mad_science_asked +=1; $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<endnobr>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“I know we’ve talked about this before,” you say carefully. “Last time, you made your views abundantly clear.” You shiver a little at the memory of kneeling behind Heather while she made her displeasure known. “But my girlfriend really needs my help. Please,” you plead, “isn’t there some way you can help me get a copy of Mad Science, the Advanced Course?”
Heather looks around the room for several long moments, not meeting your eyes. She seems mostly relaxed, but the tip of her tail flicks back and forth, metronome-steady. “You certainly are persistent,” she tells you. Her voice is so soft you have to lean in to hear her. She heaves a sigh. “I guess there’s only one way to shut you up about this. Come with me.” She turns and walks toward the back of the library.
You follow wordlessly, not wanting to say anything that might change Heather’s mind. You catch yourself watching the sway of the librarian’s broad hips under her form-fitting skirt, and your eyes slide down over her thick, furry thighs. You shake your head. As attractive as she is, you know how dangerous that end of the curvaceous skunk woman can be. Besides, you remind yourself, you have to focus on helping Rose.
Heather leads you to a narrow steel door. She unlocks it with one of the many keys on her ring, and turns on a light. You see a small room, crowded with filing cabinets. They are locked, and look tightly sealed. “This is the restricted collection,” she tells you. She gestures for you to precede her. The aisle between the cabinets is cramped and short.
You step into the room, looking around curiously. “So it’s in one of these?” you ask, your heart beating fast.
“No,” Heather answers softly. “This is just a filing room.” You look up in surprise at her answer, and you see that she is standing in the doorway with her back turned. She looks back at you over her shoulder and shakes her head. “I’ve told you before, that book is too dangerous. Even if we had a copy, I wouldn’t give it to you.”
You glance from side to side. You feel a trickle of sweat roll down your temple. “So why are we here?” you ask nervously, not really sure you want to know the answer.
Heather bends over, hitches up her skirt, and raises her tail. You find yourself looking right down the barrel of her anal artillery. “It’s clear to me that I need to impress upon you what a terrible idea it is to keep asking after that book,” she says softly. “I don’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
There’s nowhere for you to go. Heather is blocking the only doorway. The aisle between the cabinets leaves only a confined space between them, and the cabinets are too tall for you to get up onto. “Wait,” you plead. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I wish I didn’t,” she answers. Her asshole puckers and her artillery slides into view. She sprays, coating you from head to toe in a fine, clinging mist that shimmers under the fluorescent lights.
You choke on the sudden stench, which seems intensified in the tiny space. You turn away and hide your face in the corner, realizing too late you should have done that in the first place instead of trying to talk Heather out of spraying you.
You feel another billowing cloud of reeking fog wash over you, coating your back. Your eyes sting from the fumes, but you hardly even notice that discomfort. The overwhelming smell commands your full attention, squeezing the air from your lungs and filling them with the most horrid stink you’ve ever encountered. The acrid, chemical miasma is so intense that it makes you start to gag, your throat spasming uncontrollably.
“That should be enough to teach you a lesson,” Heather says. Your shoulders slump in relief and you turn to face her, blinking rapidly to clear a few stray tears from your stinging eyes. But when you look her way, the skunk woman sprays again, squirting two narrow streams of her musk right into your eyes.
You sink to the floor, clutching at your blind eyes, shocked at the searing pain. You feel yet another wall of fine, clinging, reeking mist wash over you. “It should be enough, but I know it isn’t,” she sighs. “You need to understand just how bad an idea it is to try to get that book.” A final wave of skunk spray billows over you, saturating your entire body with the librarian’s anal perfume. The stink makes your nostrils burn and your throat feel raw, worming its way deep into your lungs.
You feel yourself hauled to your feet and led down a hallway. A door opens, accompanied by the sound of a fire alarm, and you are pushed through it. The door shuts again and the alarm cuts off abruptly. You lie on the pavement, wheezing for breath.
Some time later, you blink the world back into focus. Your breathing is still raspy, but at least it’s even now. You are sitting in the alley behind the library, and you reek horribly.<<nobr>><<set $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $mad_science_asked +=1; $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<endnobr>>
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“I’m looking for a rare book,” you tell the librarian.
Heather chuckles softly. “Well, you’re in the right place,” she tells you. “We have quite a variety of rare books in our Special Collections. Is there something in particular you’re looking for?”
You hesitate for a moment. “I’m looking for a rare book about science,” you admit, hoping that’s enough to get her to help you.
“Certainly,” the librarian answers with a small nod. “Come this way.” She brings you across the library to a locked room. She opens the door and escorts you through. “Here is our science section,” she says, indicating an entire wall of books. “Are you sure I can’t help you narrow things down?”
You shake your head. “I’m fine,” you answer. You start to browse the titles.
Heather gives a small shrug. “You can push that button when you’re done,” she says, pointing to what looks like a doorbell. “I’ll come get you and escort you out.”
“Thank you,” you say absently, absorbed in your search. You hardly notice the door click softly shut behind you.
Hours later, your eyes are bleary from scanning titles and checking contents to make sure the book you’re looking for doesn’t have an alternate title or a fake cover. Your search has been fruitless. You sigh in frustrations.
You press the button, and a few moments later, Heather re-enters the room. “Any luck?” she asks.
“None,” you admit.
<<display "Library Options">>
“I’d like to explore the Special Collections some more,” you tell Heather. “It’s possible that the book I’m looking for isn’t actually listed under Science.”
The librarian raises an eyebrow. “If you tell me what you’re looking for, I might be able to help you locate it.”
You shake your head. “That’s okay,” you say with a forced smile. “I’m having fun browsing through this collection.”
Heather gives you a little nod. “Okay, then,” she says. “You know what to do.” She leaves you to your search.
After hours of searching another section of the Special Collections, you’ve still found nothing useful. You push the button, and Heather escorts you back out.
<<display "Library Options">>
You smile confidently at Heather. “I’d like to browse around in Special Collections,” you tell her. “Do a little research of my own.”
Heather shrugs. “Knock yourself out,” she says. “It’s not in there.” She escorts you to the Special Collections and unlocks the door.
“I know,” you answer. “But maybe I can find a clue.”
Hours later, you’ve searched an entire section, but you haven’t found anything helpful. There isn’t so much as a whisper about the book you’re looking for in any of the volumes you’ve explored.
<<display "Library Options">><<if $librarian_mood <3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>She smiles and lets out a gentle sigh. “So what else can I do for you?” You can’t help but wonder if she’s talking about more than just library services.
<<display "Library Options">>
<<nobr>>
<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
<<endif>>
<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
<<set $scene = "Library 3_3">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 3_4">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
“Do you have an actual reference question for me?” <<if $librarian_mood is -2>>She raises her tail up straighter, and its tip flicks back and forth a few times.<<endif>>
<<display "Library Options">>
“Creep!” Heather screeches. She moves so suddenly that all you can do is gape at her in surprise. She spins in place, bends over, flips up the hem of her skirt, and perches her ample rump on the edge of the reference counter. You can’t help but notice that she isn’t wearing any panties. Normally, that would excite you, but right now it makes your heart leap into your throat. The chubby skunk woman’s asshole puckers up and she sprays. Thick gobbets of gooey yellow musk spurt from her artillery and spatter your entire face.
You stagger backward, stunned by the stink that explodes in your face. You hold up your hands in front of you to ward off another shot, but so far, the angry librarian spares you a second barrage. You blink furiously, trying to clear the tears from your burning eyes. Heather’s form is just a blur, but you can tell that she’s still perched on the desk. You try to choke out an apology, but the horrifying smell strangles the words in your throat. You sink to your knees and cover your face with your forearms, hoping desperately that your assailant will decide you’ve suffered enough.
“Get out,” Heather growls. “And don’t come back until you learn some manners.”
You nod jerkily and haul yourself to your feet. You stagger toward the door. The circulation clerk holds the door for you, pinching her nose with her free hand. You stumble down the steps and into the street.<<set $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
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You lean over the reference desk and smile. “You know, I’ve always found a woman’s mind to be the most attractive thing about her,” you say. “You must have a truly fascinating mind, working with all this knowledge day after day.”
Heather smiles and glances away, looking bashful. She meets your eyes again <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “Thank you,” she says softly. “Far too few people look past the physical and realize just how attractive a good mind can be.”
She smiles and lets out a gentle sigh. “So what else can I do for you?” You can’t help but wonder if she’s talking about more than just library services.You look deeply into <<print $current_skunk>>’s eyes. “You have such beautiful eyes,” you tell her. “I could get lost gazing into them.”
Heather smiles and glances away, looking bashful. She meets your eyes again <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “Thank you,” she says softly. “Most people don’t notice my eyes. They’re too busy focusing on my tail.”You spy a copy of Shakespeare on the desk and turn it toward you. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” you quote. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
Heather smothers a giggle and glances away, looking bashful. She meets your eyes again <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “That’s sweet, even if you are laying it on a little thick.” Her nose wrinkles. “No one is writing sonnets to me,” she says ruefully.“Say, I’ve been wondering if there’s a place around here for a quiet glass of wine and good conversation,” you tell <<print $current_skunk>>. “Is there somewhere like that you could introduce me to?”
Heather’s eyes grow wide for a moment before she glances away, looking bashful. She meets your eyes again<<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “I’m flattered,” she says softly, “But I really don’t think it would be appropriate for me to date a patron.” “I hope this doesn’t sound too strange,” you say, “but may I touch your tail?” <<print $current_skunk>> raises an eyebrow and turns sideways, her tail in the air. You reach out and stroke the fur gently, almost tentatively. “Your fur is so soft,” you say. “I can’t imagine I’d ever get tired of touching it.”
Heather ducks her head and turns away. After a moment, she meets your eyes again <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “Thank you,” she says softly. “Most people are so worried about what a skunk woman might do that they don’t take the time to appreciate that there are actually a few advantages to my new self.”“I’ve always admired librarians,” you say. “Being able to take in all this,” you gesture around the room, “and help people find exactly what they need is really impressive. I’ll bet you find it really rewarding.”
Heather smiles and looks around the room fondly. She meets your eyes again <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “I really do,” she says softly. “I can’t imagine any place I’d rather be, really.” You give <<print $current_skunk>> a wink. “I’m looking for a copy of the Kama Sutra,” you tell her. “One with good illustrations. Maybe even one with librarians in it.”
Heather ducks her head and covers her mouth. She looks away and brushes her hair back behind her ear. After a few moments, she meets your eyes <<if $librarian_mood>-1>> and flashes you a brief smile<<endif>>. “We do have several copies,” she tells you, her voice trembling slightly. “But I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a library-specific edition.” She scribbles down a shelf reference and hands it to you.You gesture at <<print $current_skunk>>’s tail. “Are those racing stripes?” you ask her. “Because I’m hoping you’re a fast woman.”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “This is a library, not a nightclub,” she informs you matter-of-factly.<<endif>>You eye <<print $current_skunk>>’s figure appreciatively. “I’ve always had a thing for heavier women,” you tell her. “Especially women with big butts,” you add with a wink.<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “Did you really just have the gall to call me fat and try to pick me up in the same sentence?” She shakes her head. “You must associate with some truly classy women if you expected that lame line to work.” Her eyes narrow and she looks you slowly up and down.<<endif>>“So what do you do for fun?” you ask. “Do you go over to Grapplin’ Greta’s, knock back a couple tequila shots, and then jump into the wrestling ring?”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “The whole ‘sexy librarian’ stereotype from the movies, where a wild woman is lurking just below the conservative exterior, is a really annoying one,” she tells you.<<endif>>“So what’s it like being a skunk?” you ask <<print $current_skunk>>. “I’ll bet it’s a lot harder to blame the dog now.”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “I do not ‘blame the dog’, sir. Nor do I appreciate people who see a skunk woman and find themselves compelled to make some sort of reference to bad smells.” She lets out a quiet little snort.<<endif>>You look pointedly at <<print $current_skunk>>’s cleavage. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m having a really hard time meeting your eyes. But I’ll bet you’re used to that, aren’t you?”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “Actually, most people are mature enough to carry on an adult conversation with me, even though I am well-endowed.” She gives a little sniff.<<endif>>“I’ll bet this conservative look you have going on is just a front,” you say, eyeing <<print $current_skunk>> up and down. “You probably moonlight over at Betty Danger’s, whipping people who have late fines, don’t you?”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather frowns. “I suspect you watch too much pornography,” she huffs. “Most people, librarians included, are exactly who they seem to be.”<<endif>>“I’ve always wondered what sex with a skunk girl is like,” you tell <<print $current_skunk>>. “Do you ever get so excited that you accidentally… you know… let go?”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
Heather scowls. “I am not a wild animal,” she says softly. “And I do not appreciate people who see a skunk woman and focus solely on the potential for her to raise a stink.” Her nose wrinkles.<<endif>><<nobr>>
<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
<<endif>>
<<if $librarian_mood > -3>>
<<set $scene = "Library 4_1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 4_1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
Heather sighs heavily. “No,” she says, “that’s not right. I had hoped you’d be a little more intellectually stimulating.” She eyes you dubiously. “I thought you said you were good at this.”
You shrug and give her a sheepish grin.
<<display "Library Options">>
Heather throws her hands in the air. “No, no, NO!” she snaps. “You told me you’re good at riddles, but you lied! I can’t stand liars!” She comes storming out from behind the reference desk, fire in her eyes. Her tail bristles high in the air behind her. You back up a couple steps, surprised by her sudden fury. “What else have you been lying to me about? Is your girlfriend really infected by nanites, or are you just cruising for a piece of skunk-woman ass?” she accuses. She whirls around and starts to stomp away. You reach for her hand to stop her, but as she turns, you end up grabbing her ample rear instead. Heather glares back over her shoulder at you. “That’s what I thought,” she growls softly. She flips up the hem of her skirt and bends over. “You want my ass?” she snarls. “You got it!”
Normally, you would appreciate seeing a broad, curvy ass bared for you. But right now, you find yourself wishing that this particular woman wore panties under her skirt. Her buns clench and her back door puckers. You try to dive out of the way, but you’re too slow. The skunk woman sprays, engulfing you in a cloud of fine, clinging mist. You tumble to the floor, your frantic dive turning into a crash-landing. A horrifying, acrid stink fills your lungs and makes you cough violently. The mist slowly settles onto you, the oily, golden dew clinging to you and soaking into your clothes and skin. Your eyes sting and water, blurring your vision slightly.
Unfortunately, you can still see clearly enough. Heather stomps over to you, then turns her back again, standing over you in a half-squat. You cover your head with your arms, but you can feel another barrage of skunk spray rain down onto your head, arms, and shoulders. This time, the spray is thicker, the droplets bigger. Your head and forearms are utterly drenched, your hair soggy with slippery stench. You saved your face from the worst of it, but the smell still rips your breath away, making you gag and retch.
Heather stands and tugs her skirt down. She turns to glare down at you. “I can’t stand liars,” she repeats with a sneer. “Don’t come back unless you have something genuine you want to ask me.” <<set $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
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<<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>> “That’s right,” Heather says. “Most people don’t read enough to be familiar with old riddles.” She twirls a lock of her hair around one finger and gives you a shy smile. “I like a well-read man,” she adds, so softly you can barely hear her.
<<display "Library Options">>
“That’s right,” Heather says. “Most people don’t read enough to be familiar with old riddles.” She twirls a lock of her hair around one finger and gives you a shy smile. “I like a well-read man,” she adds, so softly you can barely hear her.
<<if $riddle_asked is false>><<display "Library 4_3_0">><<elseif $riddle_botched is false>><<display "Library 4_3_5">><<elseif $librarian_mood > -1>><<display "Library 4_3_3">><<else>><<display "Library 4_3_4">><<endif>>
“I don’t know!” Heather crows loudly. “That’s wonderful! Tell me what it is.” She beams happily at you.
You shrug and give her a smile of your own. “Scent,” you tell her.
“Oh! That’s a wonderfully awful pun!” she gushes. “That deserves a reward.” You look at her with sudden hope in your eyes, and she holds up a hand. “I don’t have the book you’re looking for,” she says. “But I also happen to know that the library isn’t the only place in town to get information. Betty Danger knows all kinds of secrets, but if you go to see her, you’d better know this week’s safe word.” She leans close and whispers it in your ear, and you concentrate hard, committing it to memory.
“3-methyl-1-butanethiol?” you echo, puzzling over the unfamiliar term. “What’s that?”
Heather giggles. “That’s something you’ll become all too familiar with if you don’t remember the safe word,” she teases. “Betty’s a nasty girl.” Heather hunches her shoulders and ducks her head. If her face weren’t furry, you suspect she would be blushing furiously.<<nobr>><<if $safe_word is false>><<set $clues +=1; $safe_word = true>><<endif>><<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Library Options">>
“So fess up,” Heather says. “What’s the answer?”
You smirk at her. “What’s it worth to you?” you counter.
Heather glares at you. “Fine. The library isn’t the only place in town to get information. Betty Danger knows all kinds of secrets, but if you go to see her, you’d better know this week’s safe word.” She leans close and whispers it in your ear, and you concentrate hard, committing it to memory.
Heather just sniffs, as if the whole affair is beneath her. “The answer?” she prompts you.
“Scent,” you tell her.
“What?!” Heather shrieks. “You actually have the gall to make a joke about my smell?” Her eyes blaze with fury. “Do you have any idea how many rude comments about stinking I have to put up with from jerks like you?”
“No, wait,” you start to say, but Heather cuts you off.
“Fine!” she snaps. “You want to laugh at the way I smell?” She charges out from behind the reference desk and over to you. You can see where this is leading, and you turn to run, but Heather trips you. You wind up on your back, and you start to scramble to get up, but you freeze when the skunk woman squats over your face. Her big, broad rear looms far too close, her back door aimed right between your eyes. “Who’s laughing now?” she sneers. Her asshole flares outward and the dark pink nubs of her weaponry slide into view. She sprays three times in rapid succession, each shot a pair of narrow streams that hit you in the eyes, the nose, and the mouth.
You retch, barely able to hang onto your breakfast. The acrid musk sears your eyes horribly, but it’s the stink that really tortures you. The smell clogs your nostrils and clings to your mouth, nearly suffocating you. You gasp and gag repeatedly, trying to gulp precious air. Your lips are coated with the vile stuff, and a bitter film clings to the inside of your mouth. You snort, trying to clear the goopy stink from your nostrils, but you’re only partly successful. You are forced to gasp raggedly through your mouth to breathe.
When you finally become aware of the world around you again, you find yourself sitting on the steps of the library, between the lions. You pick yourself up and look around. <<silently>><<if $safe_word is false>><<set $clues +=1; $safe_word = true>><<endif>><<set $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $riddle_botched = true; $riddle_asked = true>><</silently>>
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Heather glowers at you, but then her frown slowly turns into a sly smile. “Sure,” she says. “I know just the spot. Come with me.” She steps out from behind the reference desk and beckons you to follow.
You follow the curvy librarian back into the deep recesses of the library. Her tail is held in a graceful arc behind her, letting you watch the sway of her skirt as it moves with the rhythm of her broad hips. She stops at a steel door next to the loading dock and turns to face you. “Are you ready to make a delivery in the rear?” she purrs.
You grin broadly at her. “Absolutely!” you say. “Just let me pull up to your loading dock.”
Heather rolls her eyes and turns away from you. She bends over and slowly hitches up her skirt over her rear. She wears no panties underneath, and she waggles her broad, furry rear at you. “Come and get it,” she purrs.
Standing behind a skunk isn’t the safest place to be, but you’re not about to complain. Her pussy and asshole look magnificent, and you’re not one to make her ask twice. “Yes, ma’am,” you say with a crooked smile. You start to take your pants off. You bend over, pulling them down, and pause to admire her ass from up close.
Suddenly, Heather sprays you right in the face. Your brain doesn’t even have time to register the sight of her anal weaponry before the deed is done. She drenches your head with a point-blank shower of thick, gooey, reeking droplets. You gasp in surprise, which is exactly the wrong thing to do. You suck in a horrifying amount of her foul aroma, which sets you immediately to coughing. You hack so hard your face starts to turn red. You try to stand, but your coughing prevents it. So you’re still bent over when her asshole puckers outward a second time. Her artillery slides into view and blasts you with another messy gusher that coats your face with a second layer of viscous, reeking musk.
You fall to all fours with your pants around your ankles, choking and gasping for air. The stench is so powerful it makes your limbs tremble and your head spin. Heather stands and glares down at you. “I’m not that easy,” she snarls. She opens the door, grabs you by the collar, and pushes you out into the alley.
For a long while, all you can do is struggle for air. The awful smell of skunk seeps deep into your lungs, refreshed every time you take a breath. You mop at your face with your hands, but all you seem to be doing is rubbing the noxious, slippery stuff deeper into your skin.
Eventually, your breathing starts to even out and you can stand up.<<if $librarian_mood > -3>><<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>><<set $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
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Heather raises her tail very slowly until it sticks up perfectly straight behind her, her eyes locked on yours the entire time. Her tail fur fans out, and you suppress the urge to flee. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” the skunk woman says, very softly. “This time.”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>><<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Library Options">>Heather sighs and shakes her head. “What’s the deal with people and this whole ‘sexy librarian’ stereotype, anyway? Do you just expect me to drag you back into the stacks and fling my clothes off?”
You open your mouth to answer, but she just holds up a hand. “Never mind,” she says. “I suppose I should take it as a compliment.” She looks down at her hands and straightens one of the pencils on the desk, then looks back up at you. “Is there something you actually need a real librarian for?”<<if $librarian_mood > -3>><<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Library Options">>
Heather gives you a shy smile. “I’m flattered,” she says, “and you are kind of cute.” She looks around and shrugs. “But I am working,” she adds, “and there’s no one else to watch the desk. Maybe another time.”
<<display "Library Options">>
Heather flashes you a broad grin, but then immediately covers it with her hand, looking around to see if anyone is watching. “That sounds like a lot of fun,” she admits quietly. She bites her lower lip. “I’ve never done anything like that at work before. But…” she trails off, looking around wistfully. Then she sighs. “There really isn’t anyone who can cover the reference desk. I can’t.”
<<display "Library Options">>Heather ducks her head. “I shouldn’t,” she says. She bites her lip and looks back up at you. “But I will,” she whispers, then giggles into her hand. She bends down behind the desk and pulls out a clock with movable hands that says, “Back at…” She sets the clock for an hour from now and gives you a brilliant smile. “People can manage without me for a little while,” she says breathlessly. She steps out from behind the reference desk and takes your hand. “Come on,” she says. “I know just the place.” She heads toward the back of the library, checking all around to see if anyone is watching.
You smile broadly at Heather and follow along at her side. She leads you to her office and closes the door. She unbuttons her shirt, then turns to face you. Her lacy white bra has cups that look bigger than your hand, and downy black-and-white fur peeks over its upper edges. You find yourself staring at her massive cleavage, and Heather giggles. The girlish sound contrasts with her conservative clothing, and you grin at her. She starts unbuttoning your shirt. “Fair’s fair,” she says, and runs her hands briefly along your bare sides. After she unbuttons your shirt, she peels it off you and tosses it to the side. Then she takes a step back, unhooks the front of her bra, and lets her enormous breasts spill free. You gawk at those furry globes, tipped with large, dark nipples. She slides her bra off without removing her unbuttoned shirt, then tosses it carelessly over the back of her chair.
“So,” Heather says, looking into your eyes, “what did you have in mind?”
<<display "Library Foreplay Options">><<if visited()>1>><<display "Library 6_1_1">><<else>>You step close to Heather and kiss her, slowly and deeply. Your hands start to roam over her curves, caressing her furry form. You run your hands over her plump, furry belly, marveling at the softness of her. You cup one of her weighty breasts in your hand and tweak her nipple with your thumb. Heather shivers, and her nipple immediately gets hard. You lean down, and lick and suck it eagerly. The librarian moans softly, running her fingers through your hair. You let your hand fall from her breast and wrap it around her thick waist, holding her tightly against you and mashing your face into her breast.
You let your other hand roam down her waist to her thick, fuzzy thigh. You tug upward, and she bends her leg, raising it into easier reach. You slide your hand up under the hem of her skirt and along her thigh, caressing her all the way up to her hip. Then you let your hand roam down around behind her. You slide the hand around her waist down, too, and give her ample rump a hard, two-handed squeeze. Heather squeaks and then lets out a long, throaty laugh. She grabs your head with both hands and kisses you fiercely.
You are both a little breathless by the time the skunk woman releases the kiss. She looks at you, eyes sparkling, and bites her lower lip. <<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Library Foreplay Options">><<endif>>
You smile at Heather. “I think you’re wearing way too many clothes,” you tell her. “I’d really like to see those magnificent curves of yours without anything in the way.”
The librarian cocks an eyebrow at you. “And do you intend just to look?” she asks.
You start unbuttoning your shirt. “Not at all,” you assure her. “I think we both have far too much clothing for what I have in mind.” You wink at her. “But I do definitely intend to look. You’re too gorgeous for me not to.”
Heather’s face brightens. “Flatterer,” she accuses, but she doesn’t argue. She steps forward and helps you out of your shirt. “I do agree that these clothes are in the way, though.”
You kiss Heather as you eagerly help each other out of your clothes. You have to kneel in front of her to get her out of her skirt. She shimmies her hips from side to side as you peel it down. “The damn thing’s too tight,” she complains. “My ass is too fat.”
“No way!” you insist. “Your ass is gorgeous. And believe me, I’ve looked.”
Heather scoffs. “Maybe you just didn’t get a good enough view,” she tells you. She turns around slowly, her tail held high. You find yourself with your face right behind the skunk’s big, furry buns. “See?” she says.
You reach up and put your hands on her meaty buns, turning her gently one way and then the other. “Hold on,” you tell her. “I wouldn’t want to be hasty.”
Heather swats at your hand. “Brat,” she accuses.
“Nope,” you finally say. “Still gorgeous.” You lean forward and give her fuzzy buns a kiss. “Gorgeous rear,” you say, then twist her back to face you. “Gorgeous belly,” you continue, kissing her plump, furry tummy. You work your way upward. “Definitely gorgeous breasts,” you confirm, nuzzling between them.
“Okay, okay,” Heather says, laughing as she pushes you away. “I get the idea.” She poses with one hand on her hip. “The clothes are gone,” she reminds you. “So now what?”<<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Library Sex Options">>[[Eat her out|Library 7_1]]
[[Sixty-nine her|Library 7_2]]
[[Have sex with her|Library 7_3]]
[[Fuck her in the ass|Library 7_4]]
[[Get dressed again|Library 7_5]]You grin at Heather. “I’d really like to taste your pussy,” you tell her.
The skunk’s mouth forms an ‘O’ of surprise. That slowly gives way to a smile, and she says, “Such language!”
You shrug. “What can I say? My tongue has a mind of its own.”
Heather laughs. “I guess we’ll see about that.” She sits on the edge of her desk and spreads her legs. “Won’t we?” she adds, her eyes sparkling.
“We certainly will,” you assure her.
<<if $fetish is true>><<set $scene = "Library 7_1_2">><<else>><<set $scene = "Library 7_1_1">><<endif>><<display $scene>>You eye Heather appreciatively. “What do you say we taste each other?” you ask her.
Heather tilts her head and narrows her eyes. “You mean you want to 69 me?” she asks, sounding skeptical.
You nod. “That would be the best way to do it,” you say.
Heather snorts softly. “Most people aren’t too eager to go sticking their face in a skunk’s rear end,” she says. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
You smile at her. “Your body is worth the risk,” you assure her. “I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to have my face in your ass ever since the first time I saw you walking away.”
Heather smiles. “Well, all right then,” she says, her voice much warmer. “Lie down on the rug.” She indicates a thick, plush rug in front of her desk.
You comply happily. “Yes, ma’am,” you say.
Heather raises an eyebrow at you. “Ma’am?” she echoes. “You’d better watch it, buster.” She swings a leg across your shoulders and kneels. “That sounds perilously close to calling me old, and I shouldn’t have to remind you where your face is about to be.” She giggles softly.
You look up at her broad, round rear, looming over your face. “Got it,” you assure her. She doesn’t strike you as the sort who would spray you over such a little thing, but some people have odd hot buttons.
Heather lays down across your body and wiggles her ass as she scoots backward to let you reach her better. Her buns undulate magnificently, and you feel yourself getting harder as you watch. You groan as you feel her engulf your dick with her hot mouth, your full length sliding easily into her muzzle. She licks and sucks until you’re fully erect, then releases you with a slurp. “Are you having second thoughts?” she asks. Her voice sounds anxious.
“Sorry,” you say. You skip any more elaborate apology and lean forward, lapping at her pussy.
Heather is already wet, and she hums softly. “Oh, that’s nice,” she says. Then she takes you into her mouth once more.
You lick eagerly, relishing the taste of the skunk woman’s juices. Heather slides back bit by bit as she sucks your cock energetically, until finally she is practically sitting on your face. Your nose prods at her back door as you lick, and her tail waves in the air.
<<if $fetish is false>><<display "Library 7_2_2">><<else>>Do you sniff her ass while you eat her?
[[Yes|Library 7_2_1]]
[[No|Library 7_2_2]]<<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $scene = "Library 7_3_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 7_3_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You put your hands on Heather’s hips and look deep into her eyes. “I need you,” you tell her. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on that magnificent behind of yours.”
Heather grins. “This behind?” she says, turning around with her tail high.
You caress her chunky, fuzzy buns with both hands. “Absolutely,” you tell her. “I want your ass. Why don’t you bend over your desk for me?”
Heather’s grin broadens and she steps to her desk. She bends over it slowly, waving her tail in the air. “Like this?” she asks, looking back at you over her shoulder. Her rump is broad and round, and the treasures between her cheeks are on brazen display. You realize that most people wouldn’t want to be behind a bent-over skunk woman, but the sight makes you even harder than you were.
“Just like that,” you answer. You step close behind her and reach down to stroke her pussy. She’s sopping wet, and you rub several fingers between her lips, coating them liberally with her juices. Then you rub her nectar on your stiff dick, getting it good and slippery. You grip Heather’s rump with one hand and your shaft with the other. Her pussy is extremely tempting, but your eyes keep coming back to her back door. You want her ass, all right, and she certainly seems willing. “Here it comes,” you warn her. You guide your tip to her wrinkled brown eye and thrust your hips forward, plunging into her in one long, steady stroke.
Heather’s eyes bulge and she lets out an incoherent shriek. You feel her asshole flex around your cock, and then slippery fire shoots all along the length of your shaft. The reek of skunk reaches your nostrils, and you realize with horror that she has sprayed with your dick up her ass. The slippery stench stings the sensitive skin of your hard-on. You slide out of her immediately, fleeing the startling discomfort on your cock. The stench of skunk makes you gag, and you stagger back a couple steps.
“I am not that kind of girl!” Heather snarls. Her asshole blooms outward and she sprays two thick, ropy streams of musk right in your eyes. The acrid musk makes it feel like she has just set fire to your eyeballs, and you clutch at them in pain and shock. You try to cry out, but the stink that was powerful before is overwhelming now, making you choke and cough. You feel thick, gooey droplets spatter your face and the backs of your hands, and you realize that Heather has just sprayed you again. Another wave of the skunk’s vile aroma washes over you, ripping your breath away. You turn and stagger blindly away from Heather, trying to escape her wrath.
You feel blunt claws on the back of your neck and one bicep, squeezing roughly as Heather guides you through the door. You are so breathless that you have a hard time keeping one foot in front of the other as she rushes you forward. You don’t even think of sparing the energy to try to break free of her grip. You feel yourself tumble through another door, and you crumple to the concrete, naked.
A minute later, you hear the door open again and you feel your clothes land on you. “And stay out!” Heather snarls. The door slams again, leaving you in the stench and the quiet.
You gradually blink the world back into focus, but it’s several more minutes before you can breathe well enough to get dressed. The stink hangs around you like a moist, smelly blanket, making each breath laborious. But you eventually catch your breath and get dressed. You pull your underwear on gingerly, being careful of your abused dick.<<set $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“This has been fun,” you tell Heather, “but I really can’t stay longer right now.”
Heather nods and shrugs. “I understand,” she says, pulling her clothes back on. “I really should get back to work, too.” The two of you dress quickly and leave her office. <<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
<<display "Library Options">>
You kneel between Heather’s legs and bury your face between her meaty thighs. You run your tongue slowly up and down her outer lips, making her shiver in anticipation. Heather rests her hands on your head, twining her fingers into your hair. You reach up and wrap your fingers around her fuzzy thighs, squeezing and caressing gently.
You slide your tongue between her nether lips and start to lick in earnest. Heather moans softly, and her juices start to flow. You lap up her tangy nectar eagerly, moving your tongue in lazy, tangled patterns.
Slowly, you work your way up to her clit. You spread her lips with your fingers so you can get at it more easily. You breathe on it gently, teasing her with the heat of your breath. Then you dart your tongue out and flutter it across her nub.
Heather squeals and grips your head tightly with her hands and her thighs. You let out a muffled exclamation of surprise. The librarian slowly relaxes her legs, but she holds your head firmly in place. You lap eagerly at her clit, your tongue working frantically. You flutter up and down, side to side, every which way you can manage. You wrap your lips around her clit and suck, making Heather buck in pleasure.
Before long, Heather shrieks loudly, her entire body quivering. Her shaking legs clamp around your head once again, squeezing almost painfully. But before it gets too uncomfortable, she relaxes, slumping back onto her desk.
You stand, and Heather looks up at you with gleaming eyes. “Wow!” she pants. “That felt amazing!” <<set $librarian_sex +=1>>
[[Have sex with her|Library 7_3]]
[[Fuck her in the ass|Library 7_4]]
[[Get dressed again|Library 7_5]]“But not that way.” Heather looks at you questioningly, and you grin at her. You make a little circling motion with your finger. “Turn around,” you tell her, “and bend over your desk.” You lean in and whisper in her ear, “I want to eat you from behind.”
Heather gives you a broad, eager grin. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” she purrs. She turns around and leans against her desk, raising her tail high. Then she bends deeper and lays across the desktop. She looks back at you with a leer. “You know, most people try their best to keep their face out of a skunk’s backside.” She giggles. “I’ve heard it’s dangerous back there.”
You wonder if that’s a veiled threat, but Heather keeps talking. “It’s really too bad,” she muses. “I just adore getting eaten out from behind, and I haven’t had the chance since I’ve been transformed.” She reaches behind herself and spreads her chunky buns wide. “I’m so glad you suggested it.”
You kneel behind Heather and gaze admiringly at the view. Her rear is ample, to be sure, but perfectly shaped, too. Her asshole and pussy peek out from the downy white fur that surrounds them. She’s right, of course. Most people do their utmost to avoid the view you’re getting right now. One little squeeze of the right muscles and she could utterly fumigate you. Despite the danger, though, you can’t help but be aroused by such a gorgeous woman showing off for you.
You plant your hands on her fleshy buns and lean in, your breath hot on her rear. Heather gasps so softly you can barely hear her. You lean in and run your tongue along her pussy lips, which are already swollen and wet. Her juices are deliciously tangy, and you start to lap eagerly at her pussy. You slide one hand down to probe between her lips. You seek out her clit and start to rub it, and Heather gyrates her ample ass slowly against your face. Her motions smear pussy juice all over your lips and chin, and you hum happily into her.
Your nose, of course, is pressed right against the skunk woman’s back door. She smells earthy, but not at all unpleasant. Still, you know that could change in a heartbeat, and the possibility makes your heart pound.
Do you sniff her ass while you eat her?
[[Yes|Library 7_1_2_1]]
[[No|Library 7_1_2_2]]
You keep fingering Heather’s clit and lapping at her sopping pussy. She moans and whimpers, clearly enjoying herself. But you know about her secret fetish, and you figure it’s time to indulge her. You exhale slowly through your nose, making Heather giggle. “That tickles!” she gasps, but it doesn’t sound like a complaint. You steel your nerves and inhale slowly, sniffing her rear entry steadily.
Heather cries out and leans back, mashing her broad, round rear against your face. “Yes!” she gasps. “That’s it!”
Encouraged, you exhale slowly through your nose, drawing another long giggle from your playmate. You have to concentrate to keep moving your finger and tongue at the same time. Then you sniff again, slow and hard.
Heather’s asshole swells, and your heart leaps into your throat. You don’t stop sniffing, though. To your relief, that dire pucker doesn’t let loose. Instead, Heather whimpers, her body trembling. “More!” she whines. “More!”
Encouraged by her reaction, you start sniffing harder and faster, your lungs working like a bellows. Heather’s pussy juices flow freely, and you lap them up while you keep rubbing and pinching her clit. The librarian’s moans grow louder and louder. Her tail fur frizzes out and her pucker swells even more, but you keep sniffing, undaunted.
Finally, Heather’s body quivers hard and she shrieks loudly. Her hefty buns clench, clamping against your face. You grin in satisfaction, but your pleasure is short-lived. The skunk’s asshole erupts, spurting a messy gusher of oily musk all over your face. You were, of course, sniffing her asshole, and you snort an alarming amount of the thick, gooey stench right up your nose. It burns the tender tissues inside your nostrils, and you splutter and blow, trying to clear your spray-clogged airways.
The stink of skunk permeates everything, feeling like it has seeped deep into your brain. Your sinuses are foul with Heather’s musk, and your face is sopping with it. She let loose with a truly horrifying quantity of her anal perfume, and your face blocked every single drop. Your head reels as if you were drunk, and you fall back onto your butt with a thump, gasping and gagging.
Heather pushes a few stray wisps of hair back from her face and grins crookedly back at you. “I really am sorry,” she pants. “I know that was an absolutely horrible thing to do to you, especially when you were being so nice to me.” She shivers and smiles at the memory of the sensation. “It’s just… I’ve always loved having someone sniff my asshole. It’s so… dirty!” she laughs. “I just had to find out what it felt like to let you have it when I came.” Her smile broadens. “It was nasty, nasty, nasty! I loved it!”
You wave her hand and try to tell her it’s all right, but trying to speak just makes you start coughing. You settle for hand gestures as you struggle to catch your breath, and you hope she understands.
As your coughing subsides, Heather leans down close and sniffs your face. “Gawd!” she exclaims, taking a big step back. She waves her hand in front of her face. “That’s awful!” She looks at you and bites her lower lip. “I really am sorry,” she tells you again, “but not as sorry as I probably should be.” She shivers again. “In fact,” she tells you, “you can sniff my ass any time you want.” She grins wickedly. “Just don’t expect me to guarantee your safety.”
You manage to choke out a few words in response. “Maybe I will,” you tell her.
Heather laughs and claps her hands. “Don’t make an offer like that unless you intend to keep it,” she admonishes you. “You wouldn’t want to make me come collect on it.”<<nobr>><<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $librarian_sex +=1>><<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<if $map is false>><<display "Library 8">><<else>>[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]<<endif>>
You keep fingering Heather’s clit and lapping at her sopping pussy. She moans and whimpers, clearly enjoying herself. You know about her secret fetish, but you just can’t bring yourself to sniff a skunk’s asshole. No matter what you intended when you told the librarian to turn around and bend over, having your face in the skunk woman’s big ass is just too daunting. If you sniff that ass, you might never breathe right again.
So you intensify your efforts, lapping zealously at her pussy and stabbing your tongue deep inside her, over and over. In the meantime, you rub, pinch, flick and tickle her clit. Heather bites her lip and moans through her nose. She reaches back with one hand and grabs the back of your head, pressing you even harder against her abundant ass. She wriggles her hips, rubbing your nose back and forth across her sphincter, but still you refuse to sniff her.
Finally, Heather’s arm starts to tremble. Then her legs, then the rest of her. She wails loudly, holding your face against her ass as best she can. Then she slumps forward, panting heavily. “That was… nice,” she says. She gives you a fleeting smile, but her eyes flick away from you. She sits up and looks around for her shirt. “We should get dressed,” she tells you. “I have to get back to the reference desk.”<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $librarian_sex +=1>>
[[Have sex with her anyway|Library 7_3_3]]
[[Fuck her in the ass|Library 7_4]]
[[Get dressed again|Library 7_5]]
You press yourself against Heather. “I need you now,” you murmur in her ear.
Heather grins broadly at you. “That’s music to my ears,” she purrs. She leads you over to her desk chair and pushes you down into it. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been glad that the library was too cheap to buy me a chair with arm rests,” she says with a chuckle. She swings a leg across you and straddles your lap. Your hard-on points directly up at her, and she wraps her fingers around it. Then she slowly sinks down, impaling herself bit by bit on your pole.
Heather bites her lower lip and whimpers softly. She is amazingly tight, and you grunt as she slides onto you. Her juices are flowing freely, though, and she lowers herself until you are buried in her to the hilt. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and leans in close to nibble on your earlobe. “Just relax,” she whispers in your ear. “I’m going to ride you like I stole you.”
You don’t argue. In fact, you say nothing. You just close your eyes and savor the sensations as she starts to pivot her hips ever so slowly in your lap. You can feel every bit of her as she slips and slides on your cock, her hips rocking back and forth. She swivels her hips slightly as she rides you, subtly changing the angle of your coupling with every stroke. At times, you can barely tell she’s moving at all, but even then, the way her pussy squeezes your dick is incredible.
Heather leans back and smiles at you. “Reading is good for more than just the mind,” she says breathlessly. She bucks her hips three times, hard and slow, to emphasize her point. “It’s good for the body, too.” Her pudgy belly undulates as she writhes you.
You caress the librarian’s thick, furry thighs. “Your body is definitely wonderful,” you tell her softly. You leer at her full, round breasts. “I think I’ll explore your stacks.”
Heather groans at your pun, but it turns quickly to a moan as you lower your mouth to one of her nipples and suck it in between your lips. She mashes your face to her ample bosom as she continues to ride you. You suck, lick, and nibble her nipple eagerly, all the while squeezing and kneading her breasts with both hands. Your instincts urge you to pick up the pace, but you fight them, letting Heather take the lead.
By the time the skunk woman finally picks up the pace, you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. She increases her pace so gradually that you’re not sure when the change happened, but you realize that she is definitely riding you harder and faster now. She buries her fingers in your hair and tilts your head up toward her face. “Brace yourself,” she growls, and then kisses you passionately.
At the same time, Heather abruptly starts slamming down onto your lap as hard and as fast as she can. You grunt in surprise at the sudden change, but she doesn’t break the kiss for even the briefest moment. Her breasts and belly jiggle with each impact, making her fur tickle your chest and stomach. She moans through her nose, riding you hard. You grip the skunk woman’s broad hips, squeezing her tightly.
It doesn’t take more than a few dozen strokes for you to erupt inside her. Your cock spews jet after jet of cum up into her. That sends Heather over the edge, and her entire body clenches, her blunt claws digging painfully into your scalp. She screams through her nose, still refusing to stop kissing you. She impales herself three more times on your shaft, moving forcefully and deliberately. Then her whole body trembles and she collapses against you, finally releasing the kiss.
Heather pants into your ear. “I needed that,” she gasps.
You nod, a little stunned. “Me too,” you agree.
Heather holds you for a few moments more, then climbs off your lap. You shudder as she slides off your pole, wanting to grab her and pull her back. But you reluctantly let her stand. She smiles down at you. “Time to get back to work,” she says, gusting a heavy sigh that makes her breasts rise and fall. You watch her gather up her clothes. She tosses yours to you, and the two of you get dressed.
“Go on,” she says, shooing you out of her office in front of her. “Playtime’s over.” The two of you go back out into the main library, looking as nonchalant as you can.<<nobr>><<set $librarian_sex +=1; $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Library Options">>
The way Heather has her ass shoved in your face makes you nuzzle her asshole while you eat her. Normally, that would suit you just fine, but the fact that she’s a skunk makes you more than a little apprehensive. Of course, you don’t really expect her to spray you while the two of you pleasure each other, but that doesn’t really reassure the fight-or-flight portion of your brain.
Of course, the fact that Betty told you about Heather’s kink may have something to do with it, too. It’s hard to work up the courage to sniff a skunk woman’s asshole, no matter how much she might like it. You remind yourself that there isn’t much point to learning about the chubby librarian’s fetish if you don’t intend to take advantage of it, though. You exhale slowly through your nose, trying to calm yourself.
Heather giggles and wiggles. “That tickles!” she accuses. She sounds more than a little pleased by that particular fact, and you take heart. You take a long, slow sniff of her back door. “Oh!” Heather gasps. “Oh!” She wriggles her rear in your face, rubbing your nose back and forth across her brown eye. She shudders briefly, then takes your dick in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with even more enthusiasm.
Encouraged by Heather’s response, you breathe out through your nose again. Heather giggles without releasing your hard-on, her belly writhing against you. Then you sniff again, a little harder. The skunk woman moans loudly as she sucks you, and her asshole starts to pucker outward.
You freeze, alarmed at this new reaction. But Heather doesn’t let loose. She just keeps sucking, fast and hard. So you start sniffing more earnestly, a little harder with each breath. At the same time, you lick her pussy as vigorously as you can, your tongue making tangled, complex patterns as you wriggle it in her snatch. The skunk’s asshole puckers outward bit by bit, and the fur of her tail starts to frizz. You swallow nervously, but you decide it would be an even worse idea to stop than it would to keep going. Besides, you have no intention of interrupting Heather’s magnificent blowjob. You’re close to cumming in her mouth.
Heather’s moans grow louder and louder. Suddenly, she lets go of your cock with a wet smack, throws her head back, and shrieks. Her back arches and her buns clench. You sniff one more time, as hard as you can.
The skunk woman’s asshole erupts, flooding your face with oily, vile-smelling musk. You snort far too much of it up your nose, where it burns horribly. You try to blow it back out, but you can’t get enough air to do it. The stink reaches its acrid tendrils deep into your skull, filling your head with the horrible smell.
Heather starts to pump your shaft vigorously with one hand. Despite your misery, you feel your toes start to curl and the head of your cock throb. You cum all over her hand, and as you do, she sprays again, showering your nose, eyes, and forehead with her anal perfume. You thrash helplessly under her, but your struggles are pointless. You don’t have the leverage to discharge the curvy skunk, and even if you did, the damage is already done.
After a few moments, Heather slides forward a little. You gasp desperately for breath, gulping down mouthfuls of skunk-tainted air. You suck in too much at once and start coughing, your body shocked by the awful smell.
“I’m sorry,” Heather pants, her breasts heaving. “I really am.” She giggles breathlessly. “But I just couldn’t resist spraying you when I came.” She licks a bit of cum from her hand. “It was so nasty, and so vile, and so HOT!” She chuckles softly. “There are certain advantages to being a skunk.” She wiggles her rear. “And like I said, I am sorry, but come on! Who sniffs a skunk’s asshole if some part of them doesn’t want that to happen?”
You open your mouth to try to argue, but you’re still choking on her stink. You give up the effort as a lost cause and wave one hand weakly at her. Your face is utterly drenched with skunk spray, making the air around you thick and hard to breathe.
Heather clambers off you and sits beside you, looking down at your face. She dabs at the musk with one finger and then holds it to her nose. She jerks her face away, her nose wrinkling, and laughs. “You are a nasty, nasty man,” she tells you, “and you can sniff my asshole any time you want to.”<<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $librarian_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "librarian"; $librarian_sex +=1>><<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
<<if $map is false>><<display "Library 8">><<else>>[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]<<endif>>
Having your nose pressed right against Heather’s business end makes you more than a little apprehensive. Sure, she smells good – at the moment. The scent of her pussy juices and a faint earthiness from her back door fill your nostrils. You don’t really expect her to unleash hell while the two of you are enjoying each other so much, but it’s hard to convince your instincts of that. Voluntarily sticking your nose in a skunk’s asshole just seems like a really bad idea.
So you keep licking, but you are careful to sniff her tailpipe as little as possible. You breathe through your mouth when you can. You also slide a bit further down to lap at her clit more easily from time to time, which puts your nose in her pussy instead of her ass. You notice that every time you come back up so that your nose prods her asshole again, that dire pucker clenches and flexes beneath your nostrils. Her reaction makes you more than a little apprehensive.
But at the same time, Heather is sucking your cock masterfully. Her tongue flutters along your length even as she engulfs you completely in her mouth. You suspect it’s her skunk muzzle that lets her do that, but you don’t really give it much thought. You just enjoy the sensations, doing your best to keep licking despite the distractions that both ends of the skunky librarian pose.
Your moans grow louder in time with Heather’s, and you’re sure you won’t last much longer. But just before you reach your peak, Heather sits up abruptly, mashing her ass against your face and pumping your dick with her hands. She wails loudly and trembles all over, her buns clenching over and over against your cheeks. That sends you over the edge. You erupt in her hands, making a sticky mess of her furry fingers. You can’t breathe through either your mouth or your nose because of how hard she’s sitting on you.
But in a few moments, Heather slumps forward, spent. “That was… nice,” she pants. She wiggles her rear a little, making her back door brush lightly against your nose.
You tilt your head back to answer her. “It was,” you agree.
Heather gives a little sigh. “I suppose we should get dressed,” she says. “I really ought to get back to the reference desk.”<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $librarian_sex +=1>>
[[Have sex with her anyway|Library 7_3_3]]
[[Fuck her in the ass|Library 7_4]]
[[Get dressed again|Library 7_5]]
You pull Heather close. “But I’m not finished with you yet,” you growl softly.
Heather slaps you, and you step back in surprise. “Yes, you are!” she snaps. “You seemed like a nice guy, but you don’t seem to understand that no means no.” She throws your clothes at you. “Get out of my office,” she orders.
“I’m sorry,” you tell her. “I got carried away. I’ll leave and let you get back to business.” You dress quickly and duck out of her office.
A couple minutes later, Heather emerges, looking perfectly arranged. She heads to the reference desk and pointedly ignores you.<<set $librarian_mood = -3;$current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
<<display "Library Options">>
You press yourself against Heather. “I need you now,” you murmur in her ear.
Heather pushes you away and says, “Not so fast, Tiger. I need some more attention first.”
You smile, noticing that she didn't say 'no'. You can deal with 'not yet'.<<set $librarian_mood -=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
<<display "Library Sex Options>><<set $clues +=1; $map = true>>Heather turns and opens a desk drawer. “I really shouldn’t let you have this,” she says, tapping a rolled-up paper against her chin, “but I can hardly refuse to help you after what you’ve done for me.” She hands it to you. “It’s a map Betty Danger made of the best route through the wildlife sanctuary. This ‘Dr. Devious’ person has a lab inside it. The map will help you find it. It only covers the direct route, so you still may get lost if you wander away from the path it shows.”
You examine the map. It has several locations labeled with a single word, ‘sploosh’. Beyond those is an ‘X’ and the label, ‘Dr. D.’ You tuck it away for future use.
“What about the book?” you rasp.
“I can give you something better,” the voluptuous librarian offers. She pulls an ordinary-looking key out of the same drawer. “This is the key to Dr. Devious’ lair.” She holds up one hand, palm-outward. “Don’t ask how I got it,” she says. “Just be glad I did. Using this, you can sneak in and steal the remote without having to give away anything.”
[[Accept the key|Library 8_1]]
[[Insist she give you the book|Library 8_2]]
<<set $skunked_now = false>>You hold out your hand, and Heather places the key in it. “You’re making the right choice,” she assures you.
“Thank you,” you tell her. “I sure hope you’re right.”
Heather places her hand on your arm. “I know I am,” she assures you. “But be careful. Dr. Devious has guard posts at several points along the path. That’s what those ‘sploosh’ locations are.”
You study the map, frowning. “Guards?” you ask. You see three places with the word ‘sploosh’, and that sounds less than promising to you.
The librarian nods. “Several of the women who got transformed into skunks are under his control. Or maybe they’re just loyal to him. Either way, your trip to his lair could get fragrant pretty fast.”
You groan. “I’ll bear that in mind.” You frown at the map. “But why ‘sploosh’?”
Heather gives a little snort. “Let’s just say that Betty is turned on by different things than other people. I wouldn’t be surprised if she went back again to find the guards just for fun.”
You ponder the rank scent that hangs thickly around you, and what sort of person would actively seek it out. Then you shake your head and return your attention to Heather. “Thank you,” you tell her. “I’d better go, if I’m going to help Rose in time.” <<set $key = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<set $skunked_now = false>>You sigh heavily. “I just can’t take the chance,” you tell Heather. “It might work, but if he catches me, I won’t be able to help Rose. I have to have that book,” you plead.
Heather shakes her head, frowning. “I wish I could talk you out of this,” she says heavily. “But I can see that I can’t.” She goes over to a shelf and pulls out a book with a dust jacket that says Martha Stewart’s Penitentiary Cooking. She takes off the jacket, and you can see that it’s actually Mad Science, The Advanced Course. “I must be crazy to give you this, but if I’m going to help, I’m going to help.”
You take the book from her. “Thank you,” you tell her. “I’m in your debt.”
Heather makes a shooing motion at you. “Get out of here before I change my mind,” she tells you. <<set $book = true; $librarian_mood -=2; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
A cloud was my mother,
the wind is my father,
my son is the cool stream,
and my daughter is the fruit of the land.
A rainbow is my bed,
the earth my final resting place,
and I'm the torment of man.
<<set $correct_answer = "rain">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]What is that which goes with a carriage,
comes with a carriage,
is of no use to a carriage,
and yet the carriage cannot go without it?
<<set $correct_answer = "noise">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
Lives without a body,
hears without ears,
speaks without a mouth,
to which the air alone gives birth.
<<set $correct_answer = "echo">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
Lighter than what I am made of,
More of me is hidden than is seen,
I am the bane of the mariner,
A tooth within the sea.
<<set $correct_answer = "iceberg">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
A spirited jig it dances bright,
Banishing all but darkest night.
Give it food and it will live;
Give it water and it will die.
<<set $correct_answer = "fire">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
The life I lead is mere hours or less,
I serve all my time by being consumed.
I am quickest when thin, slowest when fat,
And wind is the bane of the gift that I bring.
<<set $correct_answer = "candle">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
I have holes throughout,
From back to front and top to bottom to core.
More nothing than something within,
And yet I still hold water.
<<set $correct_answer = "sponge">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
I am free for the taking through all of your life,
Though given but once at birth.
I am less than nothing in weight,
But will fell the strongest of you if held.
<<set $correct_answer = "breath">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
This thing runs but cannot walk,
Sometimes sings but never talks.
Lacks arms, has hands;
Lacks a head, has a face.
<<set $correct_answer = "clock">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]Walk on the living, they don't even mumble.
Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
<<set $correct_answer = "leaves">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]An untiring servant it is,
Carrying loads across the muddy earth.
But one thing that cannot be forced
Is a return to the place of its birth.
<<set $correct_answer = "river">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
Completely round is fairly rare.
Bright and shiny when I'm there.
When I'm not, they call me new.
But I'm old. Older than you.
<<set $correct_answer = "moon">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
What can run but never walks,
Has a mouth but never talks,
Has a bed but never sleeps,
Has a head but never weeps?
<<set $correct_answer = "river">>
[[Click here to answer|Library 4_0]]
<<set $answer to prompt("Answer with one word, no capital letters:","")>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $answer is $correct_answer and $riddle is false>><<set $scene = "Library 4_2">>
<<elseif $answer is $correct_answer and $riddle is true>><<set $scene = "Library 4_3">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Library 4_1">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>[[Buy a drink and chat with the bartender|Bar 1]]
[[Shout a comment to Greta|Bar 2]]
[[Make a pass at Greta|Bar 3]]
[[Challenge Greta|Bar 4]]
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
<<nobr>>
<<if $drinks is 6>><<set $scene = "Bar 1_3">>
<<elseif $wrestler_skunked is 0>><<set $scene = "Bar 1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Bar 1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>What kind of comment do you shout to Greta?
[[Heckle her|Bar 2_1]]
[[Call her opponent a lucky bastard|Bar 2_2]]
You go over to the side of the ring and beckon to Greta. She comes over and leans down to hear you. You say, “Why don’t you and I find a back room around her and you can show me your private wrestling moves?”
<<nobr>>
<<if $wrestler_mood is -3>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_1">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is -2>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_2">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is -1>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_3">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 0>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_4">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 1>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_5">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 2>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_6">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 3>><<set $scene = "Bar 3_7">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You step up to the bar and shove your entry fee into the jar. You turn and stride toward the stage. Bertha watches you come with a smile on her face. People here and there throughout the crowd cheer, although not all of them sound particularly encouraging. <<if $wrestler_skunked>0>>You hear a couple references to sniffing skunk butt, and you blush a little. >><<endif>>You just smile and nod at various spectators as you climb up into the ring.
“Ready?” Greta growls.
You give her your most confident smile. “Are you?” you retort.
The bell rings, and the two of you come out of your corners, crouching with your arms in front of you. The referee backpedals hastily, trying to stay out of the way and keep an eye on you at the same time.
[[Attack Greta’s legs in an attempt to bring her down|Bar 4_1]]
[[Focus on her upper body as you try to grapple with her|Bar 4_2]]
[[Try to get Greta in the corner|Bar 4_3]]
<<if $pole_dance is 0>>[[Dance away from Greta and look for an opening|Bar 4_4]]<<else>>[[Dance away from Greta and look for an opening to use the pole moves you've learned|Bar 4_4]]<<endif>>
[[Fight dirty – pull Greta’s tail|Bar 4_5]]
<<nobr>>
<<set $gossip_value = random(0,12); $heckle_value = random(0,6); $razz_value = random(0,6); $taunt_value = random(0,6)>>
<<set $gossip_increment = random(1,2); $heckle_increment = random(1,2)>>
<<set $direction = random(1,2)>><<if $direction is 1>><<set $gossip_increment = $gossip_increment * -1>><<endif>>
<<set $direction = random(1,2)>><<if $direction is 1>><<set $heckle_increment = $heckle_increment * -1>><<endif>>
<<endnobr>>You pass through the double doors at the front of "Grapplin’ Greta’s Watering Hole and Rasslin’ Emporium" and pause to look around. A long bar stretches away from you on your left, and tables crowd the large, high-ceilinged room. The smell of peanuts and stale beer fills your nostrils, and peanut shells crunch underfoot. At the center of the bar is a raised wrestling ring, and all eyes are turned that direction.
Under the glare of the spotlights, a large, muscular skunk woman with short, wavy hair has just pinned a man in street clothes under her ass. She’s sitting on his back with his arms chicken-winged behind him. The crowd is cheering wildly, and you see money change hands between friends at a couple tables. After a few moments, she lets the man up and the referee helps him out of the ring.
Greta struts around the ring, and you can’t help but admire her beauty. You're definitely not the only one looking, and the powerfully built skunk seems to revel in the attention, stopping now and then to pose for the crowd. She is tall and muscular, but with decidedly feminine curves. Her hair is black, with a shock of white in the front that sweeps behind one ear. Her dark eyes seem lively, and she wears a broad smile. She moves with the grace of one of the great cats, and her tail forms a magnificent flag behind her. As she makes her way around the ring, you gasp in surprise. The hole in her spandex bodysuit that lets her tail through is a long oval and extends down to reveal a surprising amount of butt cleavage.
“Does anyone else want to challenge me?” she calls out. Her German-accented voice needs no microphone to carry through the entire bar. You see a large, permanent sign above the bar that says, “Pin Greta and win big money!” An arrow points down to an oversized jar on the bar, stuffed three-quarters full with crumpled and folded bills.<<set $bar_intro = true>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You return to Grapplin’ Greta’s, pausing inside the front door to take stock of things. Greta is lounging in her corner, sipping on a drink and waiting for someone to challenge her. Her latest victim is leaving the ring with the help of his friends, looking much worse for wear. The big skunk sees you enter and catches your eye. She stares at you for a long moment, then <<if $wrestler_mood<-1>>scowls ominously<<elseif $wrestler_mood is -1>>frowns<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 0>>nods casually<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 1>>smiles and gives you a wink<<else>>blows you a kiss<<endif>>.
<<display "Bar Options">>
You go to enter Grapplin’ Greta’s, but the bouncer stops you at the door. “Sorry, pal,” he says with a shake of his head. “I know you might end up leaving here smelling like you do, but you can’t come in that way. You gotta get cleaned up.”
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You return to Grapplin’ Greta’s, pausing inside the front door to take stock of things. Greta is lounging in her corner, sipping on a drink and waiting for someone to challenge her. The umpire is coaxing her latest victim out of the ring. The big skunk sees you enter and catches your eye. She stands and turns around, then bends over and wiggles her rear in your direction. You stare at the hole in her outfit that exposes her weaponry, and you shudder involuntarily as you recall being all too close to that hazardous rear. Greta <<if $wrestler_mood<-1>>scowls ominously and raises her tail bolt upright<<elseif $wrestler_mood is -1>>frowns and flicks her tail<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 0>>smiles wickedly<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 1>>smiles and gives you a wink<<else>>slaps her ass and blows you a kiss<<endif>>.
<<display "Bar Options">>You step up to the bar and slide a bill toward the bartender. “Whiskey,” you tell him. “Keep the change.”
The bartender gives you a nod and a smile. “Thanks,” he says. He sets your drink in front of you. “Anything else I can do for you?”
You nod in return. “Maybe so,” you tell him. “Things have been kind of strange around town lately. Have you heard anything interesting?”
The bartender shrugs and tells you:
<<nobr>>
<<set $scene = "Gossip " + $gossip_value; $gossip_value = ($gossip_value + $gossip_increment)%13>>
<<if $gossip_value < 0>><<set $gossip_value = $gossip_value + 13>>
<<endif>>
<<set $drinks +=1>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<display "Bar Options">>You step up to the bar and the bartender wrinkles his nose. “Wasn’t sure I’d see you back here again,” he admits.
You slide a bill across the bar. “Whiskey,” you tell him. “Keep the change.”
The bartender gives you a nod and a smile. “Thanks,” he says. He sets your drink in front of you. “Anything else I can do for you?”
You nod in return. “Maybe so,” you tell him. “Things have been kind of strange around town lately. Have you heard anything interesting?”
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$wrestler_skunked>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 3>>
<<else>><<set $target = 4>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll>$target>>
<<set $scene = "Gossip " + $gossip_value; $gossip_value = ($gossip_value + $gossip_increment)%13; $gesture = "shrugs">>
<<if $gossip_value < 0>><<set $gossip_value = $gossip_value+13>>
<<endif>>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Razz " + $razz_value; $razz_value = ($razz_value + $gossip_increment)%7; $gesture = "smirks">>
<<if $gossip_value < 0>><<set $gossip_value = $gossip_value+7>>
<<endif>>
<<endif>>
<<set $drinks +=1>>
<<endnobr>>The bartender <<print $gesture>> and tells you:
<<display $scene>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You stagger up to the bar, and it takes you a few tries to fish a bill out of your wallet. You slide it across the bar and do your best not to slur as you say, “Whiskey. Keep the change.”
The bartender slides the bill back to you. “Sorry, buddy,” he says with a shake of his head. “I appreciate the tips, but I can’t serve someone who’s had as much as you have. You’re going to have to go home and sleep it off before I can give you anything else.”
<<display "Bar Options">>
"Losing to Greta is even harder on your nose than it is on the rest of your body. You won’t catch me in that ring. Phew!""There’s big money to be had in the wrestling competition, but Greta is undefeated. You probably need to learn some kind of trick move to beat her. The only person I’ve seen who moves better than she does was a stripper.""Heather seems pretty straight-laced, but she’s actually a kinky lady. Anyone who learns what she’s into could get her to do almost anything. Of course, finding out that secret might be tough. You’d have to find someone people tell their turn-ons to.""Dr. Devious? Sure, I’ve heard of him. Guy’s obsessed with skunks. Some people say he’s the one who’s been turning women around town into skunk hybrids, but nobody has any proof. Anybody wants to go looking for him, I expect they won’t end up smelling too good.""Everybody talks to strippers. They know all sorts of things. But you’ll need to pay big money if you want to find out anything really worthwhile.""Betty the dominatrix probably knows what everybody is really into. But she’s a dangerous person. If you go in there without learning her dungeon’s safe word, you’re just asking for trouble.""Greta has a sex drive that just won’t quit. She usually ends up tying guys into pretzels, and that doesn’t end well for them. But if a fella had some way to get the upper hand in the bedroom with her, she’d probably be putty in your hands. Maybe that dominatrix knows how you could manage that, but I sure don’t.""The Pole Cat Club has a VIP room. It costs more than a lap dance – a LOT more – but that’s where all the real action is.""Being dominated puts Betty Danger in a good mood, but her favorites are the ones who can worship her ‘properly’ – whatever that means.""The reference librarian loves riddles. If you could find a riddle she doesn’t know, you could probably get her to tell you something she shouldn’t.""Don’t cheap out on a stripper. If you’re not giving them money, you’re gonna piss them off. I sure hope I don’t have to tell you it’s a bad idea to piss off a skunk.""Betty Danger couldn’t have a more appropriate name. She’s trigger happy as hell. In fact, it seems like she gets turned on by spraying people.""That librarian is one moody lady. Treat her right, and she’s all smiles and sunshine. Treat her wrong, and I sure wouldn’t want to be you.""It’s a good idea to steer clear of the wildlife sanctuary these days. Anybody who goes in there tends to come out smelling like the wrong end of a skunk.""When a skunk girl’s tail goes up, it’s time to watch out! And I don’t mean you should stare at her ass, Einstein.""You know, most people would consider sticking their nose in a skunk’s ass to be a bad idea. But not you, no sir. You’ve got an angle. How’s that working out for you?""So what’s it like being on the wrong end of a skunk? Did you even try to get away, or did you just stare right down the barrel and watch it happen?""You must be some kind of masochist to come back here after losing to Greta. What’s your plan? You going to keep wrestling her until she runs out of ammo? If it is, I'm not sure if that makes you tougher than me, or dumber than me -- or both.""Big crowd tonight. People heard about your spectacular loss to Greta, and they want to see it again. Me, I’d just as soon you didn’t, even though it’s good money for the bar. That smell lingers, you know?""If I were to give advice on how to wrestle a skunk, the first thing I’d probably tell you is don’t lead with your nose. Most people would think that’s obvious, but after seeing you up there with Greta I thought maybe I should mention it."You raise your voice over the crowd and heckle Greta:
<<nobr>>
<<set $scene = "Heckle " + $heckle_value; $heckle_value = ($heckle_value + $heckle_increment)%7>>
<<if $heckle_value < 0>><<set $heckle_value = $heckle_value+7>>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
Greta scowls in your direction and raises her tail. She points at you, then points at her muscular rear.<<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You raise your voice over the crowd and shout to Greta:
<<nobr>>
<<set $scene = "Taunt " + $taunt_value; $taunt_value = ($taunt_value + $heckle_increment)%7>>
<<if $taunt_value < 0>><<set $taunt_value = $taunt_value+7>>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
Greta flashes you a smile. She points at you, points at the ring, and beckons. <<nobr>><<if $wrestler_mood < 1>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<elseif $wrestler_mood is 1>>”Those are bold words!” she shouts back. “Come up here and prove you mean them!”<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 2>>”You flirt shamelessly!” she shouts. “Come up here if you actually want to get your hands on me!”<<else>>”Flatterer!” she shouts. “Come show these //spectators// how a real man handles me!”<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
“Somebody told me the wrestling here stinks! I thought it was a figure of speech!”“Hey, ref! Aren’t there any rules against chemical weapons in the ring?”“Wrestling a skunk gives new meaning to the word ‘foul’!”“You’re supposed to K.O. your opponent, not the crowd! Pee-yew!”“Shouldn’t you have a biohazard symbol on the back of your costume?”“He may have look like he was in pain, but he sure seemed to be happy about being pinned under your ass! Lucky bastard!”“He didn’t stand a chance! He just challenged you because it’s the only way he could think of to get his hands on your gorgeous body!” “After the way you treated him, he’s going to wake up stiff! And I mean that in a good way!”“He volunteered for that scissor lock! Look how happy he is to have had his face between your thighs! Lucky dog!”“You should have had mercy on that poor sucker! He just wanted to get close to you! Can you blame him?”Greta reaches down with one hand and yanks you off your feet. Conversations all around the bar dwindle to a rapid halt as people turn to watch what’s going on. She hauls you up and over the ropes in one swift movement, and tosses you toward a corner. The force of her throw makes you plow right between the turnbuckles and slam your head on the post, knocking you to your knees and stunning you for a moment. You see people near your corner of the ring diving out of the way, overturning tables and chairs and spilling drinks in their haste. Your befuddled mind wonders what they’re afraid of, but you know it can’t be good. You untangle yourself and turn around to face Greta, only to find that she’s just a step away, bent over with her back turned toward you. Her asshole is clearly visible through the opening in her bodysuit, and it’s already puckering outward. You try to throw your hands up to protect your face, but it’s too late.
You find yourself wishing that Greta wore a normal bodysuit as you watch her asshole pucker up. Her artillery slides into view and she sprays, blasting you right in the face with a torrent of thick, gooey droplets. You fall back against the turnbuckles, gripping the ropes desperately in a vain attempt to regain your feet. Unfortunately, the overpowering stench makes you breathless and weak, unable to do more than keep yourself from sinking further to the mat. “Please…” you beg, but then you break into a wracking cough, unable to finish your plea for mercy.
Greta grabs your ankles and yanks, tearing you away from the ropes with frightening ease. You slide toward her on your back, your hands scrabbling for purchase and finding none. Greta spins in place and squats over your face, letting loose even as she descends. More oily musk rains down onto your upturned face, hammering at you with her horrifying stink. You gag on the foul smell, your eyes blurring with tears that obscure the magnificent but perilous ass looming over you. You roll weakly onto your side and curl into a ball, the only thing you can think of to shield your face in case the skunk’s anal assault isn’t over yet.
Greta grabs you by the ankles again and drags you to the edge of the ring, then rolls you out under the ropes. You hit the floor with a thump and lie there, wheezing like you’ve run a marathon without training for it. After a couple minutes, you feel hands under your arms haul you to your feet. You can’t stand on your own, but the bouncer supports you as he hauls you away from the ring. “Dang, buddy!” he complains. “Did you have to do that? I’ve gotta smell that for the rest of my shift now. Pfaugh!” He sighs. “But I guess nothing I say is going to have anything near the impact of what Greta did to you. Time for you to go clean up.”<<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Greta grabs you by the hair and yanks, pulling your face forward between the ropes. Then she spins in place and jams her ass into your face. She shoves at the back of your head with her free hand, mashing your ass even harder between her muscular, round butt cheeks. Your nose is pressed against her asshole so hard it makes your eyes start to water.
“You want to see my private moves?” she snarls. “Here’s one of my favorites.” Her asshole starts to pucker outward. You panic and shove your hands against her buns, straining to break free, but she doesn’t even seem to notice your struggles. “If you really want to go in back with me,” she growls, “I’ll show you how it ends. //Schwein//.”
The burly wrestler releases your head as abruptly as she grabbed it. She stalks away, ignoring you to pose for customers on the other side of the ring.<<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
Greta locks eyes with you and scowls. She stares at you for several heartbeats. Then just, as you open your mouth to say something to try to break the tension, she starts to raise her tail, very slowly. Your voice dies in your throat as that striped plume grows ever higher in your peripheral vision, her eyes boring intently into yours the entire time. When her tail sticks straight up, its fur fans out. You swallow nervously, and Greta grabs your chin with strong fingers. “Behave yourself,” she hisses. “//Or else!//”
Then she turns and stalks away, waving to the bartender for a drink. <<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
Greta leans against the ropes and raises her tail, wiggling her hips slowly from side to side. She smiles, showing you the sharp teeth of a predator. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” she asks, her voice low and menacing.
You find yourself nodding without consciously intending to. “I do,” you answer. “You’re gorgeous. Anything worthwhile usually involves some risk.”
Greta shakes her heads. “Bold words,” she says. “But talk is cheap. <<if $wrestler_sex is 0>>I really don’t think you can handle me, //junge//.”<<else>>I want to see some action out of you, //junge//.”<<endif>>
She turns and walks across the ring, but glances back over her shoulder at you before she stops to chat with fans on the opposite side. <<if $wrestler_sex is 0>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
Greta stands and raises her tail. Then she turns around and leans back against the ropes, looking down at you over her shoulder. “You’re cruising for a piece of ass, and this is the //arsch// you try for?” she asks. She swats her spandex-clad bubble butt for emphasis as she says the word ‘this’. She smiles at you. “I don’t know if you’re brave or just a //dummkopf//.”
You smile back. “Hey, no guts, no glory,” you tell her with a shrug. “If I’m going to try to get a piece of ass, I might as well try for the best ass around.” Although she does have an absolutely gorgeous backside, you find yourself very glad that she’s still standing up straight. Even so, being behind a skunk woman makes you more than a little nervous. You try not to let it show.
Greta chuckles. <<if $wrestler_sex is 0>>“I haven’t seen anything yet that makes me think you can actually handle this //arsch//,”<<else>>“I’m not in the mood to let you handle this //arsch// outside the ring,”<<endif>> she tells you. “But who knows? The night is young.” She stands and walks toward the center of the ring. She raises her arms and turns slowly to regard the crowd. “Come!” she shouts. “Who will challenge me next?”
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Greta stands and raises her tail. Then she turns around and sits on the top rope. Her rear end is so close you could lean forward and kiss it if you dared. She looks back over her shoulder at you and wiggles her hips from side to side, making the rope bounce and her buns undulate. You find yourself staring, almost hypnotized by the motion of her firm, sculpted booty. “You like what you see, //liebchen//?” Greta asks.
You nod absently. “Hell, yes!” you tell her. “You’d have to be crazy not to enjoy such a magnificent view.”
Greta chuckles. “That hasn’t always been my experience,” she observes. She bends over, reaches around behind her, and spreads her cheeks with both hands. You find yourself staring right down the barrel of a skunk’s notorious weapon from point-blank range. The brawny wrestler leers at you over her shoulder. “Are you sure you could handle me?” she teases. Her asshole starts to pucker.
You swallow nervously, but you refuse to back off. “I’m sure I’d like to try,” you tell her.
Greta chuckles again, and the sound makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. “Maybe I’ll let you,” she purrs. “But not right now.” She stands and strides across the ring, leaving you behind to stare at her receding tush. You let out a sigh of mingled relief and regret. <<if $wrestler_sex > 0>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
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Greta vaults over the ropes and lands directly in front of you. She grins ferociously. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” she enthuses. She nods toward a door marked ‘Dressing room’. “That way,” she orders.
You turn and start to walk toward the dressing room. As you do, Greta reaches out and swats you on the ass. It stings, even through your jeans. You jump a little, and Greta laughs. She takes you by the hand and tows you forward. “//Schnell!//” she insists. “We have things to do.” She charges forward with you, making you trot to keep up. She kicks open the swinging door and shoves you through.
You find yourself in a room with a vanity, a wide variety of hair products, and a rack of form-fitting wrestling outfits. You also see a sturdy, oversized sofa against one wall. Greta locks a deadbolt on the door and turns toward you with a hungry expression. “Time to show me what you’ve got,” she growls softly.
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You grin broadly at Greta. “By the time I’m through with you, one of us is going to be walking funny,” you tell her.
Greta raises her eyebrows. “And you think it will be me, //liebchen//?” she asks.
You shrug. “Might be you. Might be me.” You leer at her. “Either way, it sounds like fun.”
Greta laughs heartily, making her breasts jiggle enticingly. “//Ja//, that it does,” she agrees. She reaches you in two swift strides and grabs your shirt with both hands. “These clothes need to come off,” she tells you. She pulls her hands apart and your buttons go flying every which way.
“Damn right,” you agree. You grab the straps of her bodysuit and yank them down off her shoulders. Her breasts spill free, and your eyes bulge at the sight. She is incredibly buxom, and you find yourself staring at her massive, furry bust.
Greta turns around. “Don’t stop for sightseeing,” she chides you. “Keep going. //Schnell!//” You unlace the back of her bodysuit and tug it the rest of the way down. It takes you a few moments to get it past her tail, and she wriggles a little to help you get her skin-tight outfit free. You give her now-bare ass a quick, hard grope, and then kneel to tug her outfit down her legs.
“Careful back there,” she warns you. “Other men have paid dearly for being so daring.” She bends over, her tail held high. Her business end hovers close to your face, her buns round and muscular.
You reach up to plant your hands on her rear again and give it another squeeze. “But were they daring enough to do this?” you ask. You bury your face between her cheeks and start licking her pussy.
Greta gasps and leans back against you. You lick eagerly, but she pushes so hard that before long you topple over onto your back. She tumbles down onto you, ass first, and lands on your chest, knocking your breath out of you in an explosive burst. You suspect your chest will be bruised tomorrow.
Greta laughs, then rolls off you and unfastens your pants with urgent haste. “Time to get a look at your //wurst//,” she growls. She yanks your pants and underwear down in one swift motion, and your dick springs free, already erect. “Yum!” the big skunk exclaims. She grabs it with one hand and gives it a long, rough lick. Then she clacks her sharp, predator’s teeth together at you and grins. “I could just eat you up,” she declares.
The sight of those teeth makes you a little nervous, and you decide to distract her. You sit up, grab her head with both hands, and pull her into a passionate kiss. Greta kisses you back with enthusiasm for several long, whooshing breaths. Then she abruptly shoves you away, driving you back onto the floor. You knock your head against a chair leg, but you just reach up and shove the offending furniture out of the way.
Greta climbs on top of you. “We’ll see who walks funny,” she growls softly. She wraps her fingers around your shaft and guides you toward her pussy as she lowers herself down. She engulfs you with a hiss, and you moan in pleasure.
The big wrestler gives you a sly grin. “Let me show you a little trick,” she purrs. Then you feel her pussy squeeze the entire length of your cock. You gasp in surprise and pleasure, and Greta smiles down at you. “Brace yourself,” she warns.
You open your mouth to reply, but Greta starts riding you hard, slamming her hips down hard against yours. Your words gurgle unspoken in your throat, and you rise up to meet her strokes as best you can. The muscular skunk moves with incredible vigor and a metronome’s rhythm, making you piston into her hard and fast. But she’s subtle, too. The way she squeezes you and the subtle shifts in angle of her hips bombard you with a magnificent array of sensations.
You reach up and grab Greta’s hefty breasts with both hands, squeezing harder than you would with any other lover. You’re determined to make sure she knows you’re not just a passive partner. You pinch and twist her nipples, drawing pleased gasps and growls from her. She grips your shoulders, digging in with her blunt claws.
You lose track of time, drinking in the sensations of Greta’s magnificent body. Your hips start to ache from the pummeling you’re taking, but you’re not about to complain. You reach down between Greta’s legs with one hand and start to finger her clit.
Greta immediately cries out, her entire body clenching. Her pussy squeezes your dick even harder than before. You grunt in surprise and cum, spurting your load up into her. The skunk’s claws dig deeper into your shoulders, but you don’t care.
Greta relaxes as suddenly as she clenched up. She slumps forward on top of you, pinning you firmly to the floor. She kisses you deeply, her eyes shining. “//Wunderbar//,” she pants. “Just what I needed.” She hauls herself up off of you and starts getting dressed.
You gather your clothes. It takes longer than normal, both because she scattered them in her haste to remove them, and because you’re watching Greta dress. She gives you a predatory smile. “I seem to be walking just fine,” she observes.
You stand, and your legs threaten to buckle beneath you. “Guess I’m the lucky one,” you tell her with a sheepish smile.”
“A shame,” Greta observes. “If you can’t walk, how can you expect to wrestle?” She sashays out of the room, not waiting for an answer.
You blow out a big breath and shake your head. The woman is a handful. Your hips and shoulders ache, and there’s a bump on your head. Still, it seems a small price to pay. You go back out into the bar and see that Greta has already resumed her place in the ring.<<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood; $wrestler_sex +=1>>
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“What I’ve got?” you scoff. “More like time to see what you’ve got,” you tell Greta. “I mean, who knows what kind of side effects getting transformed into a part-skunk, part-woman has?” You shrug at her. You hope that seeming unimpressed will make an impression, since most guys probably fawn all over her.
Greta scowls at you. “I may be a skunk,” she growls, “but I’m still all woman.” She yanks the top of her bodysuit down, letting her substantial breasts spill free. “You see?”
You manage not to gape at their pale, furry beauty. You nod, giving a slight frown. “You are shaped the right way, I have to admit,” you say casually. “But there’s more to sex than just looking.”
Greta’s eyes narrow. “Then feel them!” she snaps. She grabs your head and stuffs your face into her cleavage. You’re glad she can’t see your eyes bulge as your face is engulfed in her soft, fuzzy bosom. You wallow between them for a bit, savoring the pillowy feel of her tits, before you wrestle a bored expression onto your face and come up for air.
“They’re nice,” you concede, “if a bit fuzzy.” You make a show of brushing an imaginary hair from your lips.
Greta’s lips form a thin, tight line. She peels off her wrestling outfit without another word, then stands facing you with her fists on her hips. “Take off your clothes,” she snarls.
You shrug. “Sure thing, doll,” you say. You strip as casually as you can, all the while stealing glances at Greta’s statuesque figure. You look up at her after you discard your boxers, meeting her steely glare with as much indifference as you can muster. It isn’t easy. “And now?” you ask her.
Greta smiles, but that array of gleaming, teeth looks less than friendly. “Und now, you find out what I’ve got, little man,” she rumbles. She shoves you backward onto the couch and pounces on top of you, straddling your lap. She wraps the fingers of one hand around your stiff cock and snarls, “At least part of you knows how to show the proper appreciation for a naked woman.” She guides your bulging tip to her nether lips and slides down onto you.
You stifle a moan of pleasure and grab Greta’s hips, squeezing them tightly. Greta digs her blunt-clawed fingers into your shoulders, making you wince. She starts riding you hard and fast, her teeth clenched and her eyes blazing. The big skunk’s muscles ripple as she rides you, her flat belly undulating with her long, emphatic strokes. Each time her hips slam into yours, you let out a little grunt of discomfort. But you rise to meet her as best as you’re able.
You drop your gaze from Greta’s scowl and watch her voluminous breasts bob and jiggle. You’re amazed that someone so fit is so busty at the same time. You reach up with both hands, cupping and squeezing them. “I thought you weren’t impressed with //mein// tatas,” she hisses though clenched teeth.
You stifle the urge to compliment her and say instead, “Hey, boobs are boobs.” You grin at her. “And all boobs are good boobs.”
Greta growls deep in her throat and her tail frizzes. You hope you haven’t gone too far with your indifferent act. But the towering wrestler just starts riding you even harder, slamming herself down onto you with as much force as she can muster. You grunt and groan from the weird combination of pleasure and pain. You’re sure you’re going to be bruised as hell, but it’s most definitely worth it.
Before long, you feel and orgasm building. “I’m gonna…” you gasp.
Greta tightens her grip on your shoulders until you cry out in pain. “Not yet,” she snarls. “I’m not done with you.”
The skunk’s claws biting into your flesh holds back your orgasm for a few more strokes, but the feel of her pussy is just too amazing. You give an inarticulate shout and cum deep inside her. Greta keeps riding you, panting hard. But soon, she too cums, her entire body clenching. You feel like she’s going to rip your shoulders out of their sockets for a moment, but then she subsides with a soft growl.
Greta clambers off you and towers over you. “This was your idea, if you recall,” she growls softly. “I would think you would show more appreciation.”
You smile up at her. “That was a hell of a lot of fun,” you admit, rolling your sore shoulders.
Greta turns around and raises her tail high. “So you see that my transformation hasn’t made me any less of a woman,” she scoffs. Then she bends over slowly, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror. “But it has made me more of a threat.” She reaches back and spreads her buns with both hands, showing off her puckered asshole. “I suggest you remember that in the future.”
You nod emphatically. “Yes, ma’am,” you answer. “I’ll just get my clothes and let myself out,” you suggest.
“You do that,” Greta sneers. <<set $wrestler_mood -=4; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood; $wrestler_sex +=1>>
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“Take off your clothes,” you order firmly as you start to unbutton your own shirt.
“Excuse me?” Greta asks, raising her eyebrows high.
You smile at the big wrestler. “For now, that magnificent body of yours is all mine,” you tell her confidently. “I, for one, don’t intend to waste any more time than necessary in these pesky clothes.” You eye her appraisingly. “Take off your clothes, and show me those gorgeous curves.”
Greta smiles. “I’m yours, am I, //liebchen//?” she purrs. “We’ll just see who belongs to whom.”
You wink at her. “We certainly will,” you agree. “Now get naked for me.” You continue to disrobe, tossing your clothes beside her vanity. <<if $handcuffs is true>>You palm the handcuffs, hoping the towering skunk doesn’t notice them.<<endif>>
Greta peels down her bodysuit in one smooth, swift motion and steps out of it. She stands facing you, hands on her hips. “And does my body meet with your approval?” she asks, her voice dripping with irony. You notice she’s still smiling, though, and you take that at as a good sign.
You step closer to her. It’s hard to feel commanding when you have to look up at the big wrestler, but you eye her slowly up and down. “Oh, absolutely,” you assure her. “There was never any doubt of that. I could see how gorgeous you are the moment I stepped into the bar.” You leer up at her. “But that’s no substitute for see you naked.” You put your arms around her, grab her buns, and slam her forward against you. “Don’t you agree?”
Greta laughs. “Oh, I do,” she tells you. “I definitely do.” She stretches luxuriously, arching her back so that her breasts are practically in your face. “So what now?” she asks.
You shove Greta away, pushing her toward the sofa. “Now I ravish you,” you say. You grab her arm.
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You gaze up into Greta’s eyes. “What I’ve got is the willingness to do whatever you want,” you tell her, figuring that a wrestler probably prefers to be the dominant partner in bed. “Use me and abuse me.”
Greta slams you up against the wall so hard it feels like your bones rattle. She kisses you hard. “That could be dangerous,” she growls softly. “Are you sure about that?”
You nod, a little jerkily. “I’m sure,” you assure her. “Anything you want.”
Greta grabs your shirt with both hands and shreds it, tearing the scraps off your body. Her blunt claws raise red trails down your skin. You wince as she unfastens your pants, worrying about what her claws will do further down your body. “Don’t move,” the big skunk orders. You swallow nervously, but comply. To your surprise, she unfastens your fly and peels your pants off you. She tosses them aside, laughing at your puzzled expression. “We wouldn’t want to risk damage to your pretty dick, now would we?” she teases.
You shake your head. “No,” you agree, “I guess not.”
Greta quirks a brief eyebrow at you, but the expression disappears almost as quickly as it surfaced. “Kneel,” she orders you.
You obey wordlessly. You look up at her, waiting for her next instruction. Greta smiles down at you. “Start licking,” she demands. Her furry mound is level with your face.
“Yes, ma’am!” you agree with a smile. You lean in and start lapping at the edges of Greta’s pussy lips. She grows wet quickly, and you slip your tongue between them, licking eagerly. Greta grabs your head with both hands, and you find yourself glad that her claws aren’t sharp. They still dig into your scalp painfully. You ignore the discomfort as best you can, working your tongue around and around, up and down.
You lick your way upward and find Greta’s clit. You flutter your tongue against it, drawing a loud moan from the big wrestler. She digs her fingers in even harder, making you wince. She mashes your face against her pussy, and you lick and suck her clit hard. Before long, Greta starts to tremble. She cries out, quivering, and sinks to her knees.
“You have quite the talented tongue,” the muscular skunk pants. She turns around and gets down onto all fours. “Would you like to use it on my //arschloch//?” She leans back and wiggles her bubble butt at you.
You swallow nervously. Rimming a skunk wasn’t on your to-do list today – or ever. But you don’t feel like you can back out now. “Absolutely,” you say, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
Greta waves her tail in the air. “And you aren’t worried that I’ll get nasty?” she asks.
You manage to turn a wince into a shrug. “I’m willing to take that chance,” you answer.
Greta’s asshole puckers outward and the nubs of her scent glands slide into view. “Are you really?” she asks, her voice low and ominous. “You’ll lick my little panzer cannons and shove your tongue deep into my //arsch//?”
Your heart pounds so hard that you swear can hear your own pulse. You swallow. You open your mouth to speak. You swallow again. “If that’s what you want,” you manage to rasp.
“Then lick!” Greta orders.
You lean forward and plant your hands on the skunk’s buns. Slowly, hesitantly, you crane your neck down and lap gingerly at her stink nozzles. Greta croons softly, but you grimace. They taste bitter and sulfurous. You shudder at the thought of what she might do. But you doggedly obey, fluttering your tongue back and forth over those instruments of doom.
You run your tongue around the outer ring of Greta’s back door, wiggling and flickering it. You spend a while just lapping at her asshole and artillery, listening to the skunk woman’s growing moans and gasps. You hope she’s happy enough with your ministrations to spare you a perfuming. “Inside,” she pants. “Lick me inside.” She reaches around with one hand and grips your head, mashing your face into her ass.
You screw up your courage and stop stalling. You thrust your tongue into Greta’s rear entry, licking as deeply as you can reach. You think you feel the hint of two bulbous masses of flesh behind the nozzles of her scent dispensers, but you’re not sure if you’re imagining things because of your dire situation. Greta roars in pleasure, her body quaking. You wriggle your tongue, straining to reach even deeper.
Greta’s artillery erupts, filling your mouth with hot, oily, vile-tasting musk. You retch, trying to snap your head back. The wrestler’s iron grip holds you in place as you spit and gag. The stench of skunk seems to utterly fill your skull. She fires again, filling your mouth with a second flood of her anal perfume. You thrash violently, but you can’t break free. You try to clamp your lips shut, but your body’s reflexes hold your mouth open as you retch uncontrollably, trying to expel the revolting oil. You start to grow dizzy from the pungent fumes. Greta fires a third time, making you gurgle on the flood of skunk spray. Finally, she releases her hold on you.
You fling yourself back and away from the skunk’s ass, collapsing to the floor. You writhe in misery, gagging and spitting and drooling. Your lungs heave, but you can’t draw a breath. Your throat is clenched shut against the noxious invader. But even though you can’t breathe, the stink of skunk penetrates everything. Only the taste is more foul, and it clings inexorably to every single taste bud and every nook and cranny of your mouth.
You barely hear Greta heave a massive sigh. “Why do I only get the ones who want to suffer?” she gripes. There is a rustling of cloth over by her outfits, but you can’t be bothered to look. Then you hear the door open and close, leaving you to suffer in silence.
Just as you think you are about to suffocate, you manage to draw a long, juddering breath. The stench of skunk fills your lungs, and you immediately start coughing. You have to repeat the process several times before you manage to breathe without coughing. Several more long minutes pass by the time you catch your breath enough to stand and leave the dressing room.<<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $wrestler_mood -=2; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood; $wrestler_sex +=1>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You try to bend Greta over the back of the couch, but she twists out of your grip with ease. “Do you, now?” she scoffs. She jerks her arm down and to the side, tripping you over one of her ankles and tossing you to the rug on her floor. She lands on top of you, her arms holding you tightly. “Have you forgotten what I do onstage?”
You give her a grin that ends up looking more like a grimace. “I haven’t forgotten,” you grunt. “Just letting you get the upper hand for the moment.” You squirm and struggle, trying to break free.
“How kind,” the big skunk quips. Her grip loosens for a moment and you start to twist free, but you quickly realize she was just shifting her grip. She pivots on top of you and shoves her naked ass in your face. Her calves snake behind your neck and clamp your head against her round, muscular buns. You find yourself with your face buried in the cleft of her fuzzy butt, your nose pressed right against her asshole.
“Foolish man,” Greta taunts you. “You really should make sure you aren’t just making empty boasts when you attempt to dominate a woman who’s both a wrestler… and a skunk!” Her asshole starts to pucker against your nose.
You shove hard against her buns, straining to break free. But not matter how desperately you push, no matter how hard you strain your neck trying to pull your face away, you can’t budge her at all. You feel as weak as a toddler compared to the massive skunk woman. You feel two fleshy nubs brush, feather-light, against your nostrils.
You start to thrash in panic, desperate to get away. You clamp your mouth shut against the urge to plead for mercy. Given the way you started this little encounter, you think it would only make matters worse. You hold your breath and struggle with all your might. But no matter how you twist and flail, you can’t loosen her legs’ grip on your head even the tiniest bit. She flexes her legs and buttocks, squashing your face even harder between her cheeks. Your lungs ache, and finally you can hold your breath no longer. You let out your breath in an explosive rush, then take a desperate gulp of air.
Greta sprays, her artillery spurting a fine mist that coats your face and squirts along her butt crack. You inhale a horrifying lungful of her overpoweringly potent odor. You thrash and squirm, desperate to escape. Greta’s legs relax ever so slightly, but even so, all you manage to do is rub your face back and forth between her butt cheeks, smearing her anal perfume around.
Greta sprays again, adding another dose of misery to the slippery mess clinging to your face. You slip and slide your face around, but you are still trapped against her reeking ass. The stench burns your nostrils and makes you gag, penetrating deep into your lungs. The skunk sprays a third time, making you splutter and choke. You have to fight for every foul-smelling breath, and you feel yourself getting weaker by the moment. The room starts to spin.
Greta releases you suddenly, and you flop over onto your back, gasping like a fish in the bottom of a boat. “So, you are hard after all that?” she purrs. She tugs at your hard-on, and you’re surprised to realize it’s true. She straddles your hips and lowers herself onto you. “I believe that you are mine, liebchen,” she growls softly. “And I intend to use you.”
You certainly aren’t about to argue. Greta starts riding your cock with enthusiasm. You just lie on the floor, passive and breathless. The stench of skunk clings to your face, stealing your breath and your strength. You start to breathe harder as Greta fucks you, and each breath brings her foul aroma deeper into your lungs. You grimace and cough, but the big skunk pays you no heed. She rides you until her body trembles and her cries of ecstasy fill the dressing room.
Greta leans down and says softly in your ear, “I’m going to go get cleaned up and see if anyone’s willing to wrestle me. I’d suggest you make your exit before I return. It’s not safe here,” she tells you with a chuckle.
Greta gets up and leaves. You lie on the floor, spent. But eventually, you catch your breath, get up, and get dressed. You slink out of the dressing room.<<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood; $wrestler_sex +=1>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Greta laughs. “You think so, do you?” she purrs. She tugs her arm upward, nearly hauling you off your feet, but you manage to hang onto her forearm. You work your way up toward her hand, practically climbing her in the process, and manage to slap one loop of the handcuffs around her wrist.
Greta’s eyes immediately go wide. “Oh,” she gasps. Her arm trembles for a moment, then drops to her side, as if she has suddenly gone weak. You seize the opportunity. You tug her slack arm around behind her, grab her other arm, and cuff her wrists behind her back. Greta looks back over her shoulder at you, her lips parted in a half-smile. “You caught me,” she says breathily. “I can’t escape.”
You’re not so sure Greta’s statement is accurate. Even handcuffed, you suspect the big, burly wrestler could plow past you with ease if she wanted to. You don’t argue, though.
“So what are you going to do with me?” the skunk woman purrs.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” you growl softly, trying to sound tough. You march her over to the sofa, shove one end of it away from the wall, and bend her over the back of it.
Greta gasps and whimpers softly, her cheek pressed hard against the sofa cushion. She peeks back at you with one eye, peering through her tousled hair. “I feel so naughty with //mein arsch// up in the air like this. I’m so exposed.”
You plant both hands firmly on her round, muscular rear and give her a good squeeze. “You certainly are,” you agree. “Anything could happen back here.”
“Anything?” Greta echoes breathlessly. She flips her tail forward over her back and wiggles her gorgeous rear. Her back door is aimed in the general direction of your face, making your heart pound harder.
You grip your hard-on with one hand and smile at Greta, ignoring the danger. You chuckle softly. “Well, some things are more likely than others,” you admit. “Like //this//!” You thrust forward, your cock sliding deep into her pussy.
Greta moans into the cushion and her back door clenches. “More,” she pants. “Please!”
You start thrusting into her with long, slow strokes. Each time you bury yourself all the way to the hilt, the skunk’s asshole clenches. You’re not sure if it’s a threat, an enticement, or an unconscious reaction, but you don’t think it’s a good idea to take your chances. You lick the thumb of one hand, getting it good and wet. Then you slide it up her ass.
Greta whimpers and bites the cushion. You feel the nubs of her scent glands against the very tip of your thumb, and you stroke them lightly. Greta cries out and wraps her legs around yours, digging her heels into your butt. She starts giving an extra push to each stroke you make, driving you deep inside her.
You gradually pick up speed, savoring the feel of her pussy along your shaft. You wriggle your thumb from time to time, drawing gasps and jerks from your playmate. Her moans and whimpers grow louder and louder as you go faster. Eventually, she screams into the sofa cushion grasped between her teeth, her back arched and her legs clenched, holding you deep inside her.
After a few breaths, Greta’s legs start to relax. You start thrusting into her again with an urgent need. You’re close, and despite the brief pause, you soon cum deep inside her. Your legs tremble, but you refuse to show any sign of weakness. Instead, you slump forward, leaning on the wrestler’s firm booty. You slide your thumb slowly out of her ass, drawing a grunt from deep in her throat.
You stand, retrieve the key from your pants, and unlock the handcuffs. Greta rolls over the back of the couch and sits, rubbing her wrists. She looks up at you, her eyes shining. “That was //wunderbar//,” she practically whispers. “There aren’t many men who are bold enough to try to dominate me.”
“It wasn’t easy,” you admit. “I’m glad I had those handcuffs.”
Greta beams at you. “Me too,” she agrees.<<set $wrestler_sex +=1>>
<<if $submissive is false>><<nobr>>
The big wrestler cocks her head, looking at you. “Where did you get them?” she asks.<br><br>
You blush. “Betty Danger gave them to me. She said anyone who used a safe word so quickly needed to work on his kinks.”<br><br>
Greta laughs heartily. “That sounds like her, all right,” she says. “She really doesn’t like safe words.” She eyes you up and down. “So, you’ve been visiting the town dungeon, have you?” she leers. “I didn’t figure you for the type.”<br><br>
You shrug. “It’s complicated,” you say.<br><br>
Greta smirks. “//Ja//, I’m sure it is,” she teases. “If you really want to get on her good side, tell her you don’t want a safe word. She’ll be hard on you, but you don’t visit a woman like that for tea and biscuits.”<br><br>
“Thanks,” you say, blushing furiously. “I’ll remember that.” You decide it’s a good time to change the subject.<<set $clues +=1; $submissive = true>><<endnobr>><<endif>>
“That was quite the performance you put on,” you tell Greta.
The skunk stands and gives you a long, slow kiss. “Come back anytime you want an encore,” she purrs. She shrugs into a fresh bodysuit with surprising speed and sashays out of the dressing room, leaving you gaping after her receding form. You get dressed as quickly as you can and step back out into the bar.
<<display "Bar Options">><<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>>
<<set $target = 4>>
<<else>>
<<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_1_1">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood > -1>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_1_2">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_1_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>><<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>>
<<set $target = 4>>
<<else>>
<<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_2_1">>
<<elseif $wrestler_mood > -1>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_2_2">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_2_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>><<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>>
<<set $target = 4>>
<<else>>
<<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_3_1">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_3_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>><<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)-$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>>
<<set $target = 4>>
<<else>>
<<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target and $pole_dance > 0>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_1">>
<<elseif $die_roll > $target and $pole_dance is 0>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_2">>
<<elseif $pole_dance > 0>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_3">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_4">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>Greta rushes toward you, and you sidestep. You stick out an ankle and trip her. As she goes stumbling past you, you pivot and grab her tail. You yank with all your might, digging in your heels as the big skunk barrels past.
Greta screeches in pain. Her face contorts with rage, and she bends over. Too late, you remember the gap in her bodysuit just below her tail. You stare at her puckering asshole for one brief, horrified instant. Greta blasts you in the face, her artillery pumping out a truly shocking amount of the skunk’s anal ammunition. Thick, gooey streams splatter all over your face, her aim dancing around erratically as her wrath gushes forth.
You let go of Greta’s tail and clutch at your burning eyes. It feels like someone poured liquid fire directly into them. The smell that fills your lungs is acrid and foul, like the atomic version of burning rubber, garlic, gasoline, and rot. You gag, overwhelmed by the sheer potency of the aroma.
Greta kicks you in the chest, knocking you to the mat. Then she squats over your head and rains misery down on you, spraying fountain after fountain of her vile scent down on your head in a relentless anal assault. You try to scoot away, but Greta grabs your belt and holds you in place. You choke and gasp, your lungs laboring on the thickly scented air. Your hair is plastered to your head and rivulets of skunk musk ooze down your face.
Finally, Greta stops. She stands and stomps away. The crowd is utterly silent. You lie on the mat for a long time, unable to do more than gasp feebly like a fish out of water. The air feels heavy in your nose and lungs from the sheer amount of stink that saturates it. But eventually, your breathing starts to even out.
You haul yourself to a sitting position. No one is within thirty feet of the ring. Not the crowd. Not even the ref. You haul yourself slowly out of the ring and stumble away from it. <<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $wrestler_mood = -3; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>>
As Greta reaches for your shoulders, you duck down and grab one of her calves. You haul upward with all your might, throwing Greta off balance. She tumbles to the mat with a loud thump, and you leap on top of her, trying to press your advantage.
Greta is surprisingly agile, though. She snakes one of her legs behind your head and flips over, making you tumble off her and away. Before you can stand, she grabs you around the waist with one arm and slips her other behind one of your thighs. She nearly folds you in half, then slams you to the mat, knocking the wind out of you.
After a quick three-count, the ref declares a pin. But before Greta lets you up, she winks at you. “That was a nice move,” she says. “You surprised me.” Then she gets up, raising her arms in triumph. The crowd cheers her as you haul yourself to your feet and stagger out of the ring.<<if $wrestler_mood < 3>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
As Greta reaches for your shoulders, you duck down and grab one of her calves. You haul upward with all your might, but Greta skips nimbly out of your grasp. She shakes a finger at you, smiling.
You circle around, looking for another opportunity, but Greta dives at you in a flying tackle and drags you down to the mat. After a few moments of writhing around, you find yourself pinned under the well-built skunk woman.
After the ref declares the pin, Greta looks at you and shakes her head. “You need to do much better than that,”she tells you. Then she leaps up and poses for the crowd, ignoring you. The bar patrons cheer her as you haul yourself out of the ring.<<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
As Greta reaches for your shoulders, you duck down and grab one of her calves. You haul upward with all your might, but the massive skunk woman doesn’t even budge. She grabs you in a headlock and drives you to the mat.
You cling to her leg, scrambling for leverage. Greta’s thick, muscular thighs wrap suddenly around your neck, holding you in a vice-like scissor lock with your face pressed against her ass. Your nose goes directly between her furry cheeks, and you have an awful feeling that you know exactly why the skunk’s bodysuit has a gap that leaves her butt cleavage exposed. Greta squeezes harder, and you feel the tip of your nose brush her asshole.
The crowd goes wild. You hear shouts of “Spray him!” “Let him have it!” “Unleash hell!” and many others you’d really rather not hear at the moment. You reach up and pry at Greta’s butt cheeks with your fingers, trying to shove her away. You can’t even spread her clenched buns apart, though, let alone put any distance between you and her back door.
Through the din of the crowd, Greta’s voice reaches your ears. “As you Americans like to say,” she taunts you, “Give the people what they want.” She squeezes you even harder, and her asshole erupts. Skunk spray drenches your nose and spurts along the cleft of her muscular buttocks in both directions. The noxious oil squirts up your forehead and down your chin. The stench hammers at your sinuses, and you thrash to try to break free.
Unfortunately for you, even the slippery musk doesn’t let you escape. Your nose is trapped against the skunk’s asshole and the pressure of her thighs keeps your mouth clamped shut. You have no choice but to sniff the horrible scent directly from its source. The crowd is cheering wildly, punctuated by exclamations of disgust. Greta keeps you pinned against her back door for at least a dozen reeking breaths. Then she wiggles her ass slowly from side to side, smearing your musk-slick face against her furry buns. It occurs to you that her ass is going to smell just as awful as your face, but somehow you don’t find that much of a consolation. You cough and splutter, trying to draw a decent breath.
Finally, Greta releases you. You roll onto your back, gasping and wheezing. The appalling smell fills your nose with every ragged breath. The triumphant skunk is strutting around the ring, pausing from time to time to waggle her musk-soaked ass in the direction of the crowd. You look around, trying to distract yourself from the smell, and you see that the tables near the ring are almost entirely empty. Here and there you see spilled drinks and overturned chairs. A few hardy souls have stayed close to the stage, holding their noses and cheering.
After a few minutes, you haul yourself to your feet. The cheering is renewed, and you take a feeble bow before you stagger out of the ring.<<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $skunked_now = false>>
<<if visited() is 0>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 5_1">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 5_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>Greta steps in close and reaches for your head, but you manage to duck to the side and grab her arm. Your momentum allows you to circle around behind her and pull her arm up behind her back. She reaches up over her shoulder with her free arm, trying to dislodge you, but you manage to grab hold of that wrist as well. You pull yourself up by that wrist, dragging the big skunk off balance. She goes tumbling to the mat.
Unfortunately, she lands on top of you. All that height and muscle make her heavier than she looks, and the impact forces the breath out of you in an explosive exhale. Greta wriggles her arms free and spins in place. Before you can recover, she has your head clamped between her thighs. You look up at her impressive bust from below, your face turning red. You try to dislodge her, but her weight on your chest is too much to move without better leverage. A short three-count later, and the ref declares you pinned.
Greta gives one last good squeeze with her thighs before she clambers off you. She raises one fist in the air in triumph, but helps you to your feet with her other hand. “Not bad,” she says softly. “Most guys don’t manage to take me down.”
You smile at her, then stagger out of the ring.<<if $wrestler_mood < 3>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You charge forward and grab at Greta’s upper arms, hoping to find a hold that will let you take her down. Unfortunately, she is too strong for you to get a good grip, and your fingers slip inward off her arms. You both come to a complete halt in surprise as you find yourself with a breast in each hand. Greta <<if $wrestler_mood is 0>>scowls<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 1>>gapes<<else>>laughs<<endif>> at you, then grabs your wrists and twists them outward.
You find yourself sinking to your knees in pain as the towering wrestler twists further and further. She shoves hard, bowling you over backward. Greta lands on top of you, her massive cleavage enveloping your face. Surprise makes you hesitate for a crucial couple of seconds. You try to squirm free from underneath her, but all you manage to do is motorboat her boobs. The ref slams his hand on the mat, announcing the pin, and the bell rings.
<<if $wrestler_mood<2>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1>><<elseif $wrestler_mood is 2>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1>><<endif>><<set $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>>Greta climbs off you and <<if $wrestler_mood <1>>glares<<else>>winks<<endif>> at you. Then she turns and struts around the ring in triumph, basking in the cheers from the crowd.
You climb to your feet and slink sheepishly out of the ring.
<<display "Bar Options">>
You charge forward and grab at Greta’s upper arms, hoping to find a hold that will let you take her down. Unfortunately, she is too strong for you to get a good grip, and your fingers slip inward off her arms. You both come to a complete halt in surprise as you find yourself with a breast in each hand.
Greta snarls and knees you in the stomach. You fold over, your breath exploding out of you. The big skunk slams and elbow between your shoulder blades, and you collapse to the floor, writhing in pain. Greta flips you over onto your back with one foot and then leaps in the air, landing on your chest ass-first.
You gasp for air, your ribcage aching, while Greta grabs your wrists and shoves her arms out to the sides. The massive skunk woman bounces in her seat, drawing your eye to her body suit’s opening below her tail. You see her asshole start to pucker, and you try to move your hands to block, but her grip is like a vise. All you can do is watch in horror.
You try to hold your breath, but your body is still fighting for air from the series of impacts Greta has dealt you. Your lungs heave as hard as they can, hungry for oxygen. The skunk’s artillery slides into view. The world seems to stop for the span of several heartbeats. The crowd noise recedes to the background of your attention. Even the pain in your gut, chest, and back seem remote. All you can focus on is your impending doom.
Greta sprays, drenching your face with thick, gooey droplets. The stench hits you even harder than her knee and elbow did, searing your throat and filling your lungs. You cough and hack, twisting desperately from one side to the other, trying to dislodge Greta or at least free one of your hands. As you struggle, she sprays again. Another torrent of reeking droplets spatters onto your face. You gag on the stench, your eyes stinging and watering.
Greta climbs up off you and gives a disdainful flirt of her tail. She struts around the ring to wild cheers. She ignores you completely, which suits you just fine at the moment.
You draw a shuddering breath, then start coughing violently from the fresh inhalation of the skunk’s overpowering stink. Slowly, you manage to clamber up onto your hands and knees and crawl out of the ring. Other patrons get hastily out of your way as you regain your feet and stumble away from the site of your fumigation. <<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>>
You backpedal slowly toward the corner. It isn’t tough to make it look like a panicked retreat. Greta is big, muscular, and has a wicked gleam in your eye that makes you hope fervently that your idea will work. When she comes rushing at you, you sidestep as quickly as you can.
Greta drives past you and you pivot, shoving against her back as hard as you can. Between her own momentum and your assistance, she plows headlong into the turnbuckle. You jump on her back and try to overbear her and drive her into the mat.
Greta shakes her head, disoriented, but she doesn’t go down. She grabs the ropes and hauls herself upright, sweeping you off your feet as you cling to her back. She spins and slams her back into the corner, squashing you against the turnbuckles and knocking the breath out of you. She wraps her legs around yours, and at the same time grabs your wrists and yanks your arms forward over her shoulders. Wearing you like a backpack, she pivots and slams her back into the floor. You squirm, but you can’t break her grip. The ref counts three, then slaps the mat to declare a pin.
Greta gets up and places you on your feet, helping to steady you as you stagger a little. “You’re quick,” she tells you. “Quick and sneaky. I like an opponent who keeps me on my toes.” She turns and raises her hands to the crowd, basking in their applause. You haul yourself gingerly out of the ring, your back aching.<<if $wrestler_mood < 3>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You back away from Greta, arms raised but close for defense. She takes your retreat as a sign of weakness and charges in, arms spread wide to envelop you. You dance to the side and duck under her arm. As she dives past you, you shove hard against her back. She careens into the turnbuckle, and you dive after her, reaching forward to get a good grip on her legs. She’s off-balance, and you hope to take her down before she regains her footing.
But as you reach for the towering skunk woman’s legs, she grabs the ropes and crouches down, preparing to spring back out of the corner. Your attempt to get a grip on her legs is spoiled, and you end up grabbing her firm, round ass with both hands. You freeze, staring at her raised tail and the gap in her bodysuit below it.
Greta <<if $wrestler_mood <1>>snarls<<else>>lets out a surprised whoop<<endif>> and twists sideways, breaking your grip. You are relieved that she didn’t just bend over and let fly, but your relief is short-lived. The burly wrestler grabs you by the arm and flings you into the corner. You bounce off the turnbuckles and spring back toward her, but she headbutts you, stunning you. You stagger back into the corner and slither down the ropes to a seat on the floor.
Greta steps forward, spins in place, and shoves her ass in your face. You find your nose nestled between her fuzzy buns, unprotected by her bodysuit because of the peekaboo window below her tail. You try to scramble away, but Greta is leaning back hard enough to pin you in place.
<<nobr>>
<<if $wrestler_mood > 0>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_3_2_1">>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Bar 4_3_2_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You reach up and shove against Greta’s butt with both hands, trying to dislodge her. “Careful,” she growls. “You handle that too much, and it’s likely to go off.”
You release your grip on her buns as hastily as if her ass were a hot skillet. You grab at the ropes and try to yank yourself to one side or the other. You manage to duck to the left, but that gives Greta the opportunity to grab you by the ankles and yank hard. You find yourself sliding out of the corner along your back.
Greta dives on top of you, capturing your legs with one arm and your neck with the other. You flail helplessly, but she has you pinned. The ref slams the mat and Greta gets up, raising her arms in the air in triumph.
You haul yourself painfully to your feet and turn to leave the ring. You jump as you feel a hard swat on your butt. You turn and gape at Greta, who <<if $wrestler_mood < 2>>holds up a warning finger to you<<elseif $wrestler_mood is 2>>winks at you<<else>>blows you a kiss<<endif>>. You back away slowly, and Greta chuckles. When you reach the edge, you slip between the ropes and out of the ring.<<if $wrestler_mood < 2>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1>><<elseif $wrestler_mood is 2>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1>><<endif>><<set $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You reach up with both hands and shove against Greta’s butt as hard as you can. “//Schwein!//” she snarls. Her buns clench in your grip. You strain with all your might, but you can’t budge her. Her ass is wedged firmly against your face. She wiggles it back and forth, burying your face even deeper. Your heart races as you feel the tip of your nose brush her asshole.
The brawny skunk sprays. Thick, viscous musk spurts messily out between her cheeks to coat your face. You are appalled at the sheer quantity of the clinging oil she unleashes. You gasp on the stink, spluttering as you fight to take a breath. Reflex makes you try to jerk your head back, but it’s already pressed against the corner post. The stench worms its way up your nostrils and seeps deep into your lungs, sapping your strength.
You keep pushing against Greta’s rump, but you can’t budge her. She wriggles her ass up and down, side to side, smearing the vile-smelling musk around and working it into your skin. You struggle for air, but all you can do is steal an occasional quick gasp of air, and each and every gasp utterly reeks.
Finally, Greta steps forward, releasing you from your shapely but foul-smelling prison. You slump forward, wheezing raggedly. Skunk musk oozes down your face and drips slowly from your chin. Greta motions to you with a flourish, making the crowd cheer wildly. Then she turns around and waggles her musk-soaked rear, and the cheering becomes a thunderous roar.
You turn and pour yourself out of the ring under the bottom rope. You sit and lean against the bunting that surrounds the ring like a skirt, puffing and gasping. Finally, you get up and stagger further away from the ring. <<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>>
You skip away from Greta, staying out of her reach as best you can. Greta’s eyes narrow, and she stalks you, trying to corner you. You duck nimbly out of several of her attempts to get a grip on you and take you down, although more than once you can feel the air of her hands passing. You redouble your efforts, dodging and weaving. “You’re supposed to be wrestling,” the brawny skunk growls, “not running a marathon.”
Finally, as Greta is getting frustrated, you turn and sprint at the corner nearest you. Greta is surprised for an instant, but pursues almost immediately. You can hear her footfalls behind you. You screw up your courage and leap at the corner pole.
You spin around the very top of the pole, mimicking Traci’s acrobatic maneuvers to keep your own limbs out of your way. As you spin to face your pursuer, you launch yourself at her. You hit Greta square in the midsection with a flying tackle, driving her to the mat. You hear an explosive grunt as she lands on her back.
Scrambling frantically, you grab hold of her legs and tip her body back toward her shoulders, leaning hard. The ref’s count seems to take forever, and Greta nearly breaks your grip at least three times. Finally, though, the three-count is finished and the ref slaps the mat, declaring a pin.
You leap up off Greta, pumping your fists in the air. There is a moment of shocked silence, and then the crowd cheers wildly. You see the bartender coming your way, the jar of money tucked under one arm. He slides it under the ropes and you hold it up to the crowd, drawing still more cheers. There is a truly impressive amount of cash in the jar, and you grin happily.<<if $cash is false>><<set $clues +=1; $cash = true>><<endif>>
<<if $wrestler_mood>-1>><<display "Bar Options">><<else>>You hear a snarl behind you, and you spin around in surprise. You see Greta leap to her feet, eyes blazing. She spins in place, bending over in the same motion. She sprays, and her motion turns the streams of reeking droplets into a broad fan that splashes across your face and spatters onto the front row of tables behind you.
You hear chairs overturning and glass breaking behind you, but you can’t spare any attention for such minor matters. The stink of skunk hammers at your sinuses, making you gasp and wheeze. You start to turn away to shield your face, but the jar slips out of your grip. You bend over, grabbing at it, and manage to snatch it up again before it hits the floor.
Your brief distraction gives Greta another opportunity, though. She pivots back in the opposite direction, just far enough to catch you in another broad fan of her anal perfume. The noxious stuff hits you with a wet, clingy splat from one cheek to the other. It drenches your nose, and splatters in your eyes and mouth.
You collapse to your knees, eyes burning and screwed tightly shut. You gag and spit, trying to get rid of the bitter oil in your mouth, but it quickly forms an oily film that clings to everything. The stink makes your sinuses throb and your lungs heave. You choke and gasp, drawing in ragged gulps of the fouled air.
Greta stands and strides over to you. “You shouldn’t gloat so much,” she growls. “Still,” she admits, “that wasn’t a bad move.” She looks you up and down. “Maybe I was a little hard on you.” She grimaces. “But I don’t like to lose.” She stalks away to the opposite corner.
You drag yourself to the edge of the ring and climb carefully between the ropes, being careful not to drop your new-found wealth. The ringside tables are a wreck, and you pick your way between them. <<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>><<endif>>
You dance away from Greta, keeping your distance. You look for an opening to try something tricky. Greta makes a couple swipes at you, but doesn’t seem to be pursuing you in earnest. You hear a few boos from impatient members of the audience.
Greta grabs you by one arm and flings you at the corner of the ring, making you bounce against the turnstiles and stagger. She turns and poses for the crowd, flexing, as they cheer the increase in the action. You decide to take the opportunity, and dive at her legs.
You wrap your arms around Greta’s thighs in a flying tackle, slamming her to the mat. “//Scheise!//” she grunts. She twists from side to side in your grasp, and you hang on tightly. But the muscular skunk manages to twist around so that her butt is aimed right at your face. You find yourself staring at the gap in her bodysuit from just inches away. Greta bends at the waist, exposing her asshole to view.
You let go and try to scramble away, but Greta is ready for you. She wraps her legs around your waist and pivots around one hand like a gymnast on the pommel horse. You land on your back with the powerful skunk sitting on your face.
You thrash and squirm, trying to dislodge Greta from her seat. She wiggles and bounces, mashing her ass against your face. You hear the ref slap the mat and announce a pin, and you realize that you were so preoccupied with escaping a perfuming that you forgot to pay attention to your shoulders.
Greta stands and poses for the crowd, who cheer raucously. Then she turns and helps you to your feet. She <<if $wrestler_mood <0>>nods coolly<<elseif $wrestler_mood <2>>smiles<<else>>winks<<endif>> at you. “That was a good attempt,” she admits. “But you have to be careful when you’re wrestling with a skunk.” She escorts you to the edge of the ring and holds the ropes for you to climb out.<<if $wrestler_mood < 3>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You skitter away from Greta, keeping as much distance as you can between you. The towering skunk pursues you, her long arms snaking out to grab at you whenever she gets close enough. You manage to avoid her grasp each time, but it’s a near thing. Once, her arm brushes across your cheek, making your heart race. The crowd starts to boo, growing impatient.
You turn and sprint toward the corner, Greta hot on your heels. You can hear her footfalls behind you, sounding like thunder to your panicked ears. You launch yourself at the corner pole, pivoting around the top of it in your best imitation of Traci’s moves. But you catch an ankle on one of the ropes and send yourself sprawling to the mat on your back.
Greta wastes no time. She leaps on top of you, her knees on your biceps and her hands clamped onto your thighs just above the knee. You find yourself staring up at the peekaboo window in her bodysuit, just under her tail. You watch in horror as her exposed ass lowers onto your face.
You hold your breath and squirm with all your might. But Greta has too much strength and leverage, and you can’t move a single limb. She wiggles her rear, rubbing her asshole back and forth across your nose.
The ref slaps the mat, declaring a pin. “Saved by the bell, //liebchen//,” Greta purrs as the bell rings. She wiggles her ass one more time, then climbs off you. She helps you to your feet and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “That was a bold move,” she tells you. “I like bold men.”
She turns away, leaving you staring, speechless, at her back as she basks in the cheering of the audience. You roll your sore shoulders and make your way out of the ring.<<if $wrestler_mood < 3>><<set $wrestler_mood +=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You dance away from Greta, looking for an opening. She pursues you around the ring, her long strides making you scramble to stay away. Several times, she gets close enough to take a swipe at you, but each time, you narrowly escape. The crowd starts to boo out of boredom, and Greta turns toward them with an eloquent shrug. “Is this how you Americans wrestle?” she calls out, and is answered with a resounding “No!”
You take advantage of her distraction and dive at her legs. Greta pivots to the side, though, dodging you neatly. You skid across the mat on your stomach.
You get up onto your hands and knees, only to be bowled over by a diving skunk woman. She drives a shoulder into your side, flipping you onto your back and driving the breath out of you. She grabs your ankles and leaps up. You find yourself with your neck bent and your head on the mat, with the rest of you stretched straight up above you. Greta stands over you with her back to you.
You find yourself staring up at the cutout in Greta’s bodysuit, which leaves her asshole bare to the world. That dire pucker is clearly visible from your vantage, pointed straight down at you. “It’s not polite to stare,” Greta teases. She sits abruptly, her arms sliding down your body. You grunt in pain as her ass lands on your face, her aim perfect. Her asshole is perched directly on top of your nose. You squirm, but she is holding your thighs and torso firmly against her.
<<if $wrestler_mood > -1>><<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_4_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Bar 4_4_4_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>Greta wiggles her rear, mashing her back door against your nose. You can hear the crowd cheering, though the pulse pounding in your ears mutes the noise. You thrash your arms and legs, to no avail. The massive skunk has you strung up like a piece of meat. You feel her asshole pucker, and you hold your breath. The ref pounds the mat, announcing a pin, but Greta doesn’t release you.
Greta wiggles her rump some more, and you realize she’s waiting until you have to breathe. Your lungs burn and your vision starts to go red. You can hear the ref shouting at Greta, but she just laughs at him. You realize even he can’t save you. Finally, you let out a strangled gasp. You inhale, dreading the worst.
Greta’s asshole clenches, then puckers again. She wiggles her rear. Then, mercifully, she gets up on her knees and lets go of your torso. You slump, boneless, to the mat. You pant hard, gasping for air. You smile. It’s air that smells of beer and peanuts, and you sigh in relief. Greta wiggles her ass one more time, then stands up, strutting around the ring to wild cheers.
You lie in place until you catch your breath, then you haul your battered body out of the ring.
<<display "Bar Options">>
Greta wriggles her ass, settling her asshole even more thoroughly against your nose. You grunt in protest, panting hard. The crowd is screaming, and the ref is counting. “One,” you hear, and you mentally urge him to count faster. “Two,” he calls out.
Greta’s asshole suddenly puckers against your nose and she lets loose. Skunk spray floods your face, gushing everywhere. A corner of your mind hears the ref scramble away, swearing in disgust. But you have no sympathy or attention to spare for him. The stink of skunk hammers at your sinuses and sears your throat. The noxious stuff reaches its tendrils into your lungs, choking you.
Greta lets go again, releasing another wave of skunk musk that clogs your nose. You choke, your mouth flying open. Unfortunately, that just lets the oily gunk ooze into your mouth. You retch on the greasy, bitter taste, your belly heaving. Greta grinds her ass against your face, smearing the vile-smelling musk all around.
The bell rings, and Greta gets up on her knees. The white fur of her ass gleams golden with skunk musk, and one last drop descends slowly onto your face. The crowd is cheering uproariously, and Greta clenches her hands together over her head. She stands and struts away, leaving you to gasp for breath. Every time you inhale, you start to cough. Your body clearly wants nothing to do with the awful stink. Just as clearly, there is nothing you can do to keep from smelling it.
Finally, you manage to catch your breath. You get up onto hands and knees and crawl out of the ring, your entire body aching. <<set $wrestler_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "wrestler"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $wrestler_mood > -3>><<set $wrestler_mood -=1; $current_mood = $wrestler_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
<<if $easy is true>>[[Clean up in Grapplin’ Greta’s “skunk tank”|Bar 5]]<<endif>>
You stagger toward a door marked “Skunk Tank”. The “S” is a skunk’s tail, with fumes coming off it. The bartender holds the door open for you, holding his nose. “Don’t want you touching anything until you’ve cleaned up,” he explains. He closes the door firmly behind you.
You look around. There is a large wooden tub in the middle of the room. Beside it is a plaque with instructions:
1. Get in, clothes and all – your clothes stink too, pal
2. Take a seat
3. Hold your breath
4. Push the big red button
5. Scrub like hell
You dutifully comply. You clamber into the tub and sit down. You take a deep breath and hold it. You push the big red button beside the tub.
You hear a gurgling above you, then a surprisingly loud fizzing noise. Foaming liquid erupts from the ceiling above you, cascading down onto you and filling the tub. The torrent stops, and you start breathing again, grimacing at the stink of skunk. You scrub vigorously, paying special attention to your face and hair. You smile in relief as the smell fades. It doesn’t disappear completely, but it gets much more tolerable.
After a few minutes, the tub starts to drain. You stand, and squawk in surprise as clean water showers down onto you, rinsing away the fizzing liquid. You step out of the tub and squelch your way toward a door marked “This way”.
You step through into a room with benches, shelves of towels, and a battered, industrial clothes dryer. You strip, throw your clothes in the dryer, and dry yourself off. Twenty minutes later, you emerge, relatively clean. <<if $drinks > 0>>You even feel a little more sober.<<set $drinks -=1>><<endif>><<if $drinks > 0>><<set $drinks -=1>><<endif>><<set $skunked=false>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
You stagger toward the door marked “Skunk Tank”. You shake your head ruefully at the fact that the “S” is a skunk’s tail, with fumes coming off it. You expect that's how the other customers see you at the moment. The bartender holds the door open for you, holding his nose. He closes the door firmly behind you.
You head for the large wooden tub in the middle of the room. By now, you know the instructions, but you read them anyway, just to make sure you're not forgetting anything in your current state:
1. Get in, clothes and all – your clothes stink too, pal
2. Take a seat
3. Hold your breath
4. Push the big red button
5. Scrub like hell
You dutifully comply. You clamber into the tub and sit down. You take a deep breath and hold it. You push the big red button beside the tub.
You hear a gurgling above you, then a loud fizzing noise. Foaming liquid erupts from the ceiling above you, cascading down onto you and filling the tub. The torrent stops, and you start breathing again, grimacing at the stink of skunk. You scrub vigorously, paying special attention to your face and hair. You smile in relief as the smell fades. It doesn’t disappear completely, but it gets much more tolerable.
After a few minutes, the tub starts to drain. You stand and brace yourself, expecting the clean water that showers down onto you, rinsing away the fizzing liquid. You step out of the tub and squelch your way toward a door marked “This way”.
You step through into a room with benches, shelves of towels, and a battered, industrial clothes dryer. You strip, throw your clothes in the dryer, and dry yourself off. Twenty minutes later, you emerge, relatively clean. <<if $drinks > 0>>You even feel a little more sober.<<set $drinks -=1>><<endif>><<if $drinks > 0>><<set $drinks -=1>><<endif>><<set $skunked=false>>
<<display "Bar Options">>
<<set $answer to prompt("Answer with one word, no capital letters:","")>>
<<if $answer is "scent" or $answer is "cent" or $answer is "sent">><<set $scene = "Strip Club 7_4_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Strip Club 7_4_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>
“Hey! Do ringside seats come with complimentary nose plugs?”“I think that last guy stuck his face in your ass on purpose! You know you’re gorgeous if he’s willing to take that kind of risk!”“Hey, Greta! Better lay off the beans! You blew a hole in the back of your costume!”“That guy didn't have a chance at the prize money, but he didn't care! His prize was being able to wrestle with you!”“Wow,” you pant, burying your nose in her hair.
Traci gives you one last wiggle, then stands up. She helps you to your feet and walks you to the top of the stairs. “Come on back down when you’re ready,” she says. Then she turns and heads downstairs. You watch her go, then head to the bathroom to clean up a bit. When you return, you see that Traci has taken the stage for another set. She spies you, <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $striper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>scowls<<endif>>, and dances her way over to you.
<<display "Pose 0">>
<<display "Strip Club Options">>Traci’s smile suddenly turns to a sneer. “My turn,” she growls. She leans forward again.
Your sex-fogged brain snaps back into focus an instant too late. You stare down at the skunk’s asshole in panic as it puckers and her artillery slides into view. She sprays a fountain of thick, gleaming droplets up at your face, coating your chest and belly as well.
The stench of skunk fills your private balcony. Your lungs heave and your eyes sting. You reach up and plant your hands against Traci’s buns, shoving her out of your lap. As you push, though, she lets loose again, drenching you from head to crotch with another geyser of her anal perfume. You gag and dive sideways, tumbling to the floor. The stink snatches your breath away, but you doggedly haul yourself to your feet, using the chair for support. The exertion and the skunk spray fumes combine to make you dizzy, but you turn to go before she can give you a third dose.
“It’s not just about the money,” you hear Traci snarl behind you as you flee. “You need to learn some respect!” You stumble down the stairs and out the fire exit, ignoring brief alarm as you crash through the door and let it slam shut behind you.
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Traci drops abruptly into the splits right in front of you. She arches her back, making her breasts jut up toward you, and grinds her hips against the stage in time with the music. Her nipples peek alertly through the white fur surrounding them, and she gives them a little tweak, gazing directly into your eyes. She looks at you and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 1>>Traci stands at the edge of the stage, looming over you. She sways sinuously to the music, her curves undulating hypnotically. She runs her hands through her long hair, pushing it up on top of her head and letting it fall again. She gradually sinks down to a squatting position, writhing to the music all the while. She points to her garter with one long, clawed finger and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smiles<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>her tail stands straight up<<endif>>. <<set $pose = 1>>Traci sits on the edge of the stage, wiggling to the music. She stretches out her right leg across your body and rests her ankle on your right shoulder. She gives you a little wink, and then flips over, swinging her other leg over your head and dropping that ankle onto your other shoulder. She looks back over her shoulder at you and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smirks<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>narrows her eyes<<else>>scowls<<endif>>. With her tail <<if $stripper_mood > -2>>raised in a graceful arc<<else>>sticking straight up in the air<<endif>>, she pushes against the stage, shoving her ass backward and into your face. She wiggles her rear, burying your nose between her round, furry buns. <<if $g_string is true>>Only a tiny strip of fabric stands between your nose and her asshole.<<else>>Her bare asshole is pressed directly against your nose.<<endif>>
Your heart pounds hard as she wriggles against your face. But then she rocks forward and tugs at her garter with her thumb.<<set $pose = 3>>Traci sits down at the edge of the stage, dangling her feet between your legs. Then she lays back and raises her legs straight up in the air. She scissors them back and forth a few times, then clamps them together straight up again. She reaches behind her thighs with both hands and pulls her knees toward her chest. Her ass is aimed right at you<<if $g_string is true>>, with only a narrow red strip of cloth covering her back door<<endif>>. Before visiting Pole Cats, it never would have occurred to you to be nervous about a skunk woman who was lounging on her back. She peeks past her breasts and knees, and <<if $stripper_mood > -1>>smirks<<elseif $stripper_mood is -1>>frowns<<else>>sneers<<endif>> at you.<<set $pose = 3>><<nobr>>
<<set $dirty_value = random(0,6); $dirty_increment = random(1,2); $fumble_value = random(0,6)>>
<<set $direction = random(1,2)>><<if $direction is 1>><<set $dirty_increment = $dirty_increment * -1>><<endif>>
<<endnobr>>You descend the stairs beside a sign that reads “Betty Danger’s Bawdy Dungeon” in heavy, Gothic letters. You knock on the heavy, wooden door. A panel slides aside. You see vivid blue eyes inspecting you carefully. “Are you looking for danger?” a muffled, feminine voice asks.
“I guess so,” you answer with a shrug.
[>img[Betty_03.png]]The door swings open, and you can’t help but stare. A busty woman in a black leather catsuit stands in the doorway. Skunk ears peek up underneath her leather hood, and a skunk tail waves in the air behind her. Her face, though, is completely human. Her white-streaked black hair spills through the hood in a long, flowing ponytail. The catsuit is so low-cut it leaves her pale, smooth breasts completely bare except for a set of furry white pasties. Her high-heeled boots and gloves are trimmed with white fur, too. “You shouldn’t guess about danger,” she purrs.
You shake your head and close your mouth. You throw your shoulders back. “I’m looking for danger,” you declare.
The skunk woman gives you a gleaming, white smile. “And you have found her,” she tells you. She steps aside. “Do come in.”
You step through, and she shuts and locks the door behind you. As she turns away to lock the door, you can see that there is a heart-shaped opening in her catsuit below her tail, revealing smooth, bare buns. You stare, fascinated, as she turns back toward you. Looking carefully, you manage to see that the point of the heart extends just past her pussy lips, leaving the catsuit crotchless. “Welcome to my dungeon,” she says, her voice soft and silky. “I haven’t seen you before, so let me explain how this works. I run this place for my own enjoyment. It’s free of charge, but,” she flicks the tip of her tail, “that doesn’t mean you won’t pay for your pleasure.”
You stifle a groan. You’d rather pay cash, if she means what you think she does. Still, she might be able to help you. “I understand,” you tell her.<<set $dungeon_intro = true>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
[[Talk dirty to Betty|Dungeon 1]]
[[Ask Betty to dominate you|Dungeon 2]]
[[Ask to dominate Betty|Dungeon 3]]
[[Ask to watch while Betty dominates someone else|Dungeon 4]]
[[Ask Betty if she wants to fuck|Dungeon 5]]
[[Ask Betty for information|Dungeon 6]]
[[Ask Betty to take off her catsuit|Dungeon 7]]
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)+$drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll>$target>>
<<set $scene = "Dirty " + $dirty_value; $dirty_value = ($dirty_value + $dirty_increment)%7>>
<<if $dirty_value < 0>><<set $dirty_value = $dirty_value+7>><<endif>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood <3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<else>>
<<set $scene = "Fumble " + $fumble_value; $fumble_value = ($fumble_value + $dirty_increment)%7>>
<<if $fumble_value < 0>><<set $fumble_value = $fumble_value+7>><<endif>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood is 3>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 1_2">>
<<elseif $dominatrix_mood is -3>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 1_3">>
<<elseif $die_roll>$target>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 1_1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 1_1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You eye Betty’s leather-clad figure appreciatively. “You definitely look like the dominant sort,” you observe. “What do you say we go in back and you can show me how much fun being dominated can be?”
Betty smiles broadly. “It’s about time you learned your place,” she tells you. “Follow me.” You follow the skunk woman down the hall, watching the sway of her ass. The pale swath of skin the heart-shaped gap exposes contrasts starkly with the black leather clinging to her buns, and you stare at her ass, mesmerized.
The dominatrix stops beside a cell door. “Do you have any requests?” she asks imperiously.
[[Ask Betty to tie you up and fuck you|Dungeon 2_1]]
[[Ask Betty to punish you|Dungeon 2_2]]
[[Ask Betty to spray you|Dungeon 2_3]]
<<if $submissive is true>>[[Ask to worship Betty, but tell her you don’t want a safe word|Dungeon 2_4]]<<else>>[[Ask to worship Betty|Dungeon 2_4]]<<endif>>
Betty leads you back into a hallway lined with cell doors. You look around the heart of her dungeon, wondering which room to choose. The skunk woman puts her arms around you and rubs her body against yours. “So, you think you can dominate me, do you?” she asks.
It’s hard to concentrate with her breasts threatening to spill out of the top of her catsuit against your chest, and even harder when you feel her leather-clad hips press against yours. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” you answer.
Betty gives you a sly smile. “I guess we will,” she agrees. “So what are you going to do to me?” She bats her eyelashes at you.
[[Chain Betty to a bedpost, blindfold her, and fuck her pussy|Dungeon 3_1]]
[[Tie Betty’s hands behind her, make her kneel, and fuck her mouth|Dungeon 3_2]]
[[Cuff Betty’s hands behind you and tit-fuck her|Dungeon 3_3]]
[[Grab Betty by the hair, bend her over a table, and fuck her in the ass|Dungeon 3_4]]
[[Spank Betty|Dungeon 3_5]]
[[Tie Betty up and make her watch while you jerk off|Dungeon 3_6]]
[[Tie Betty up and slide a butt plug up her ass before you fuck her|Dungeon 3_7]]
You glance over your shoulder, then give Betty a sheepish look. “I, uh…” you say. “I like to watch.”
Betty <<if $dominatrix_mood < 0>>frowns<<else>>smiles<<endif>> at you. “Do you, now?” she asks.
You nod. “Do you think I could watch while you make someone else suffer?” you ask her.
Betty crosses her arms and taps a finger to her lips. “I think that could be arranged,” she tells you. “It just so happens that someone else is waiting for me in one of the cells.” She smiles. “Sometimes it’s necessary to build the anticipation.”
“I see,” you answer. “Lead on.”
You follow Betty down the hall, watching her swaying rear through the heart-shaped window in her black leather catsuit. It’s a mesmerizing sight. She stops in front of a cell door and unlocks it. She swings it open, revealing a woman tied up on her knees in the middle of what appears to be a wrestling mat. Betty glances as you and points imperiously toward a corner of the room. You take a seat.
Betty strides over to her captive. “Well, my dear, have you reflected on your sins?”
The woman, a shapely brunette with shoulder-length hair, nods. She looks up at the skunk woman with wide, brown eyes. “I have, Mistress,” she says quietly. “I’ve been very bad.”
Betty turns around and raises her tail. She wiggles her shapely rump in her captive’s face. The woman whimpers softly, but doesn’t try to move away. “Then I think you need to be punished,” Betty declares.
“No,” the woman pleads, “don’t do that. Please don’t.”
Betty chuckles softly. “I think we both know there’s only one way you can stop me,” she says.
The woman swallows nervously. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. She stares at the skunk woman’s pale ass and shudders. She opens her mouth again. “E-2-butene…” she says, but then her voice starts to trail off. Her brows knit together in concentration and she bites her lip.
“What was that?” Betty asks. “I couldn’t quite make it out.” She raises her tail up straighter and bends forward slightly at the hips.
“I can’t…” the woman mutters. Her lips work silently for a few moments.
“Time is running out,” Betty warns. Her eyes shine brightly, and she licks her lips. Her tail fur slowly fans out.
“E-2-butene-1-thiol!” the woman blurts. Her shoulders slump in relief and she hangs her head.
“Oh, sweetie,” Betty says. Her voice sounds sad and she pouts, but her eyes bore into her captive. “That’s last week’s safe word.”
“What?!” the woman yelps, her head whipping up to stare in horror.
Betty sprays her captive. You watch the cone of thick, clinging droplets engulf the poor woman’s face, centered right on her eyes. The oily stuff drenches her from the top of her forehead all the way down to her mouth. She tries to shriek, but she just makes a choking noise, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
The scent washes over you, and you gag. Even though you’re not the target, the stench of skunk from so close is overpowering. The acrid, burning scent wafts over you and fills your nostrils, so strong it makes your eyes water.
<<nobr>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 4_1">>
<<elseif $dominatrix_mood < 2>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 4_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 4_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
You leer at Betty. “How about we go into one of these private rooms of yours, tear off our clothes, and fuck like bunnies?”
Betty raises her eyebrows. “No bondage? No domination? No pain?” She snorts in derision. “Honey, I don’t run this place because I’m into vanilla sex.” She leans against the wall and pouts. “Maybe you’re in over your head here. Or maybe you can come up with an idea more suited to your surroundings.”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You look Betty in the eye and square your shoulders. “Do you mind if I ask you something?” you say.
Betty shrugs, making her breasts rise and fall distractingly. “You can always ask,” she tells you. “But I won’t guarantee I’ll answer.”
“Fair enough,” you concede.
[[Ask if she knows how to stop Rose’s skunk transformation|Dungeon 6_1]]
[[Ask Betty how she got turned into a skunk|Dungeon 6_2]]
[[Ask about her other customers|Dungeon 6_3]]You eye Betty’s curvy body appreciatively. “You should take off that leather outfit,” you tell her. “I’d like to see just how much of you is skunk underneath all that.”
Betty frowns at you. She steps closer, her nose nearly touching yours, and raises her tail high. “I’m a skunk in every way that matters,” she growls. “And this marvelous outfit of mine lets me demonstrate that fact without the need to take it off.” Her eyes narrow. “Understand?”
You swallow slowly and give her a small nod. “Got it,” you say softly.
Betty takes a step back, her tail twitching. “I like my leather, and I don’t much care for your insinuations,” she tells you. “So think carefully before you answer me: What would you like to do now?” <<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
[>img[Betty_03.png]]You knock on the door to Betty Danger’s. The panel in the door slides open, and you see Betty’s eyes. The door swings wide and you see Betty standing beside it. “You’re back!” she exclaims. “How delicious.” You step inside, and she closes and locks the door behind you. “What can I do to you today?” she purrs.
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
You knock on the door to Betty Danger’s. The panel in the door slides open, and you see Betty’s eyes. She raises her head to sniff through the open panel, then shakes her head. “Sorry, Charlie,” she tells you. “It’s no fun if you already stink. Come back and see me when you don’t smell like my ass.”<<if $dominatrix_mood >-3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You knock on the door to Betty Danger’s. The panel in the door slides open, and you see Betty’s eyes. She raises her head to sniff through the open panel, then her eyes reappear, shining brightly. “Ooh!” you hear her exclaim.
[>img[Betty_03.png]]The door opens abruptly, and Betty is standing beside it, eyeing you hungrily. “You’ve been on the wrong end of another skunk,” she says, her voice breathy. Her ample bosom heaves with excitement. “Do come in,” she says, pulling you through the doorway eagerly. She shuts and locks the door behind you. Her nose wrinkles and her nostrils flare. “You must have been a bad, bad boy,” she purrs.
You shrug. “I guess you could say that,” you admit.
“But we can’t have you running around stinking of some other skunk, now can we?” she asks, pouting prettily.
You shake your head. “No, we can’t,” you agree. “It’s nice of you to offer to help me clean up.”
Betty laughs. “Who said anything about cleaning up?” she says. She turns around, her tail held high. “I said we can’t have you smelling like some other skunk’s ass.” She bends over, her bare ass peeking through the heart-shaped hole in her catsuit. You see her asshole start to pucker.
“No! Wait!” you blurt. But it’s too late.
Betty’s artillery slips into view and she showers you from head to toe with a fountain of her potent scent. Even though you already stink, you stagger from the pungent scent that washes over you. You have no idea how the dominatrix could tell the fragrance that you were already wearing from her own brand of noxious perfume. It all reeks of skunk to you, making your eyes water and your lungs heave. She must be some kind of skunk spray connoisseur, and you shudder at the thought of being skunked often enough to tell one fragrant perpetrator from another. A sinking feeling tells you that if you don’t solve Rose’s problem, you may develop that kind of expertise whether you want to or not.
“Much better,” Betty says. She stands and turns to face you, inspecting her work carefully. “Maybe next time you’ll know better than to show up with proof that you’ve been tangling with another skunk,” she tells you. She unlocks the door and holds it open for you.
You look outside and then stare at Betty, your bloodshot eyes wide. “What?!” you wheeze. “That’s it? You’re just going to hose me down and send me away?”
Betty’s eyes narrow and her lip curls. “Perhaps you think I’m being unfair?” she asks, her voice low and steely. The tip of her tail flicks back and forth in the air behind her.
You decide that arguing with a trigger-happy skunk isn’t the wisest thing you could do. “No,” you sigh, “I’m just frustrated.” You grimace, both at your situation and at the stink that surrounds you.
Betty laughs. “Frustrated I can cure,” she purrs. “//After// you no longer smell like skunk butt.”
You shake your head and chuckle. “I’m sure you can,” you admit, your own voice raspy. You give her a polite nod and head out into the street.<<nobr>><<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $skunked_to_dungeon = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You knock on the big, wooden door of Betty Danger’s. The panel she uses for a peephole slides back and you see the skunk’s vivid blue eyes. “You’re back,” she observes. You hear the deadbolt slide aside and the door swings open. “Welcome.”
“Thank you,” you say as you step into the Dungeon’s entryway. You are no longer surprised when the dominatrix closes and locks the door behind you.
[>img[Betty_03.png]]“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” she tells you. “It takes a particularly brave person – or a particularly foolish one – to return to my dungeon after he’s had a whiff of what I can do with my derriere.”
You clear your throat and glance away. “Well, yes,” you agree, not sure which sort of person you’re admitting to be. You bring your eyes back to meet Betty’s. “But a woman like you is worth the risk,” you tell her. You hope that bit of flattery will make her more amenable to helping you solve Rose’s problem.
“I like to think so,” she tells you. She looks you up and down hungrily. “But I’m not so sure that’s what brought you back,” she says.
“What?” you blurt, caught off balance. “I mean, then what did?” you ask.
Betty chuckles softly, and the sound makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “Most people come to a sex dungeon because they like to suffer,” she says, her voice low and silky. She raises her tail straight up and its fur fans out slowly. “And I have such a splendid means of making someone suffer.”
You back up involuntarily and bump into the door. “Um,” you say. “I, uh…”
“You liked it when I skunked you, didn’t you?” Betty presses.
You swallow slowly. “It was awful,” you tell her. “Absolutely horrible.”
Betty laughs. “Of course it was,” she agrees. “And you liked it,” she accuses. Her eyes sparkle and she steps close, her breasts pressing against your chest. “I’d be happy to tie you up and do it again,” she offers.
[[Refuse|Dungeon 0_5_1]]
[[Accept|Dungeon 0_5_2]]
Betty presses her leather-clad body against you, and a part of you wants to give her whatever she wants. A more sensible part, though, clamors for you to keep breathing freely. “No,” you tell her, “that’s really not necessary.”
Betty chuckles and runs a well-manicured finger down your cheek. “Of course it’s not necessary,” she agrees. “But it will be fun.”
You lick your lips. “Please don’t,” you say softly.
Betty heaves a disappointed sigh, which makes her bare breasts rub distractingly against you. She takes a step back. “Very well,” she says heavily. “But then why //did// you come back?”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
Although Betty’s business end is shapely and enticing, the thought of her pointing it at you and letting loose makes you shudder. On the other hand, maybe going along with her is the best way to get her to help you. You really hope Rose appreciates the lengths you’re willing to go to stop her transformation. “Okay,” you say softly.
Betty arches an eyebrow at you. “Okay?” she echoes. She shakes her head, making her long white ponytail wave from shoulder to shoulder. “That won’t do at all,” she tells you. She takes a step back and puts a hand on her hip. “Ask me like you mean it,” she demands.
You look down at your toes for a moment, screwing up your courage. Then you look back up at Betty’s face and say, “Please,” your voice thin from the tension. “Tie me up and spray me.” You try to suppress another shudder, but fail.
Betty smiles slowly. “Look at you,” she coos. “You can hardly contain your excitement.” She chuckles softly. “I couldn’t possibly say no to such a deliciously bashful request.” She takes you by the hand. “This way,” she tells you. She holds her tail low, almost brushing the floor. You regret that you can’t watch her backside as you follow her. After all, her tail isn’t going to stay down.
The leather-clad skunk leads you into one of the ‘cells’ in her dungeon. Inside is a stout wooden chair, bolted to the floor. The chair has straps for the occupant’s wrists, ankles, and forehead. “Strip and get in the chair,” Betty orders.
You look from the chair to the skunk and back, hesitating. But you don’t think it would be a good idea to back out now. You dutifully strip off your clothes and pile them in a corner, as far from the chair as you can get. Then you sit in the chair and rest your arms on the armrests. Betty straps you in, taking her time to tug each one securely. She gives you a little wink as she binds your wrists. As she fastens the strap around your head, her breasts brush repeatedly against your face, and you suspect she is taking more time than she really needs to wrestle with the restraint.
Finally, though, Betty has you secured. You can’t move any of your limbs or even turn your head. She takes a step back and eyes you appraisingly. “Now,” she says, “we can get down to business.”
You try to nod, but your head is fastened firmly in place. “Yes,” you echo. “To business.” You give yourself a mental kick for sounding so awkward.
But Betty just laughs. “You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she tells you. “Of course, I can’t blame you for being nervous about being trapped in here with a skunk.” She turns around slowly, her tail still held low. She looks back over her shoulder at you. “Most people don’t go looking to tangle with a skunk,” she says. She chuckles. “Especially if they’ve been on the wrong end of one before.” She pauses for a long moment. “Just being behind me makes your heart race, doesn’t it?”
Your pulse throbs in your temples. “It certainly does,” you admit.
“As well it should,” Betty tells you. “So how much more anxious will you feel when I raise my tail?” She starts to raise her tail slowly. That black-and-white plume starts to arch just above the small of her back, drawing its tip upward inch by inch. The arch becomes more pronounced, and the end of her tail glides past her calves, then up her thighs. The heart-shaped hole over her rear comes into view, maybe six inches across. The cleft of her pale, round buns peeks through the hole in the midst of the black leather that hugs her curves. You swallow nervously. Her tail continues to climb, but your eyes are fixed on her business end. If your hands were free, you could reach out and goose her without even leaning forward.
“This is a sight that would make most people run like hell,” Betty observes. “But not you.” She laughs. “Sure, you can’t run right now, but that’s by your own choice.” She wiggles her scrumptious butt from side to side. “You volunteered for this view.”
“Well, it is a magnificent view,” you tell her, hoping that the compliment will encourage her to go easy on you.
Betty chuckles. “We’ll just see how long you think that,” she says. She puts her hands on her hips and plants her feet shoulder-width apart, her high heels clacking on the stone floor. “After all,” she continues, “you’re safe enough when I’m standing up straight.” She starts to bend over, her hands sliding down to the tops of her thighs. “But that won’t last.” She keeps bending at the hips, her hands gliding slowly down her thighs. When her fingertips are almost to her knees, she grips her legs tightly, bracing herself. Then she leans back, making her buns spread apart. Your eyes linger over her neatly trimmed pussy, but they settle on the wrinkled star of her asshole, hovering far too near for comfort. “Do you still like the view?” the skunk woman purrs.
You try to nod again, forgetting. You lick your lips. “You’re gorgeous,” you tell her. “But I can’t say I’d stay in this seat if I had a choice.”
Betty smiles at you. “And that, dear boy, is why I didn’t leave you any choice.” She wiggles her rump slowly, almost hypnotically. Her buns undulate, making you want her even as the sight of her business end fills you with dread. “I can see that not all of you wants to run away,” she teases.
You blush, realizing that your dick is standing at attention. “It has a mind of its own,” you complain.
Betty laughs. “I think it’s just expressing what you don’t want to admit,” she tells you. “You want my nasty ass.” Her asshole flexes outward slowly. The red nubs of her artillery slip into view. “So let’s give the little guy what he wants.” The skunk woman’s artillery erupts. She sprays a narrow cone of thick, gleaming droplets – all over your cock.
You let out a long, guttural grunt of shock and pain as the acrid musk burns and stings the sensitive skin of your dick. The stench of skunk washes over you, making you choke and gasp. The stink emanating from your lap is overwhelming, so strong it makes your eyes start to water. But despite the discomfort, you find that you are still rock-hard, your woody bobbing in your lap.
“You see?” Betty taunts you. “You’re getting even harder. You are one sick pervert.” She grins. “I like that in a person.”
You open your mouth to reply, but you immediately start coughing on the pungent aroma. Betty laughs. “Don’t worry,” she tells you. “I won’t let the little guy hog all the misery.”
“What?” you manage to choke out, but Betty doesn’t answer. Her asshole flexes again, and she sprays another torrent of skunk musk right in your face. Her anal cloudburst drenches your face and plasters your hair to your forehead. You gag, your throat overwhelmed by the sudden stench. You strain against the straps, but you can’t budge. You can’t even look away.
Betty keeps her ass pointed at you as you choke and wheeze. You stare at her asshole, waiting for her to fire another malodorous barrage. But after a bit, she stands. You slump against the restrains with relief. “I’ll just leave you to enjoy your misery for a while,” she tells you. She strides over to the door, her heels punctuating each step. She blows you a kiss. “See you later,” she says.
“Wait!” you gasp, sending you into another fit of coughing. Betty ignores your plea and shuts the door behind her. Your nose and lungs burn from the scent of skunk, and your dick throbs and stings. You try your best to ignore the discomfort, but every breath you draw is suffused with the skunk’s foul fragrance.
You have no idea how long you marinate in the stink. Time seems to crawl. But eventually, Betty opens the door and unfastens your straps. She helps you out of the chair and hands you your clothes. Then she ushers you to the front door, her arm around your waist for support. She shoves you out into the street, still naked. “Come back and see me,” she says. “Soon.” She closes the door and you hear the deadbolt slide home.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You knock on the door of Betty’s dungeon, shivering at the memory of your previous encounters here. But you need to find out what secrets the dominatrix knows.
The door panel slides back and Betty’s eyes practically glow when she sees you. The door flies open. “Get in here!” she demands. You waste no time arguing. As soon as you are inside, Betty slams and locks the door.
“Back again, I see,” the skunk woman purrs. “You are definitely persistent.”
You shake your head. “I just need to talk to you,” you insist.
Betty barks out a sudden, sharp laugh. “Bullshit!” she retorts. “You just can’t get enough of me and my stinky ass!” She grabs you by the wrist and drags you down the hall, ignoring your insistence that you really do need to talk. She tows you into a cell that has a big, x-shaped frame against one wall, with manacles for your wrists and ankles.
You turn to run, but Betty slams the door to the cell. She locks it and gives you a predatory grin. “Cold feet?” she teases. “That’s too bad. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re behind two locked doors.”
You groan in frustration. “Look,” you begin, but Betty cuts you off.
“Silence!” the dominatrix snaps. She shoves you against the cross and starts to fasten the manacles around your wrists. You try to snatch your wrist away, but she is surprisingly quick. She snaps the manacles in place with speed and precision. Then she steps back and grins at you.
“You are mine,” Betty declares. “And I’m going to mark you so everyone else knows you’re mine.” She turns around, bends over, and raises her tail. You find yourself staring at the heart-shaped gap in her catsuit that frames her asshole perfectly.
Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 0_6_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 0_6_2]]<<endif>>
Betty leers over her shoulder at you. “You know you love this,” she tells you, “and now everyone else will know you love it, too.” Her asshole blooms outward abruptly and she sprays, unleashing a shockingly copious torrent of clinging, oily droplets. The gusher hits you in the face and travels all the way down to your crotch, utterly soaking your entire front.
You gasp in shock as the smell hits you. You would never have believed that even a skunk like Betty could dish out so much of her back-door perfume in a single shot. The vile-smelling stuff soaks through your clothing and saturates your skin. You fidget as the acrid musk soaks into your cock and balls, stinging your more delicate parts. But it’s your nose and lungs that really suffer. The stench of skunk fills the little room, making you feel like you are in danger of suffocating on the awful smell.
Betty stands and strides over to unlock the door. Then she returns to you, her hips swaying and her bare breasts bouncing. She leans in close, inspecting the musk that oozes down your face. She grimaces, nose wrinkling. Even she isn’t immune to the potency of the punishment she just dished out. But she still chuckles. “Now when people meet you, they’ll think, ‘danger!’” She releases the manacles at your ankles, then reaches up and releases ones at your wrists. You slump to your hands and knees, wheezing for air. “Betty Danger,” she gloats.
“But what’s this?” she asks, prodding your side with one toe. “What are you doing down there? Begging?” The skunk woman gets down on all fours in front of you and sticks out her ass. Her asshole looms right in front of your nose. “If you’re begging for another shot, I’ll happily oblige.”
You shake your head vigorously, coughing on the stink. “No,” you manage to choke out, “please.”
“Your lips say no, but I don’t see you trying to get away,” Betty tells you. Her asshole puckers outward.
You haul yourself to your feet in a desperate burst of strength. You stagger headlong to the door and crash through it. Betty’s laughter follows you down the hall as you stumble out into the street.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You concentrate hard and recite, “3-methyl-1-butanethiol.”
Betty glares over her shoulder at you. “What did you say?” she asks, her voice rough and low.
You say again, clearly and loudly, “3-methyl-1-butanethiol!”
Betty’s asshole clenches, then relaxes. She wiggles her rear at you. “Are you sure that’s what you meant to say?” she growls softly.
You nod vigorously. “I’m sure,” you insist. “3-methyl—”
“I heard you before,” the skunk woman snaps. She reaches behind herself with both hands, grabs her cheeks, and spreads them wide. Her asshole puckers slowly outward.
And then she stands. She sighs heavily, and steps over to you. She releases the manacles and shakes her head. “That’s the safe word,” she admits. “I wouldn’t have expected you to say ‘uncle’ just from a little threat.”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>
<br>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br>
<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
[[Talk dirty to Betty|Dungeon 1]]
[[Ask Betty to dominate you|Dungeon 2]]
[[Ask to dominate Betty|Dungeon 3]]
[[Ask to watch while Betty dominates someone else|Dungeon 4]]
[[Ask Betty if she wants to fuck|Dungeon 5]]
[[Ask Betty for information|Dungeon 6]]
[[Ask Betty to take off her catsuit|Dungeon 7]]
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]Betty wiggles distractingly, and you notice that her hands linger here and there on her curves, subtly caressing the smooth leather of her catsuit. “So what can I do to you?” she purrs.
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
Betty puts her hand on her outthrust hip and looks you over coolly. “So what was it you actually came here to do?” she asks.
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
“Enough talk,” Betty tells you suddenly. “I have better uses for you.” She grabs your wrist and drags you down the hall to one of the cells that make up her dungeon. She chivvies you through the door, then follows you in. She shuts the door and locks it, then tucks the key away in her boot.
In the center of the room is a chair with no legs, bolted to the floor. Various chains are anchored to the floor near it. You eye it skeptically, but try to keep the doubt from showing on your face. There are a couple small tables against the wall, littered with various whips, clamps, and other toys. You turn toward Betty and ask, “What’s—”
“Strip!” the leather-clad skunk woman demands, interrupting you.
“Yes, ma’am,” you answer with a smile. You peel off your clothes and toss each item in a corner as you go.
“Now sit,” she orders you, pointing at the room’s only chair.
You dutifully comply. After all, it’s not like you can leave without getting the key from Betty, and you don’t think that would be an easy undertaking – or a safe one. Betty spreads your legs and shackles your ankles to the floor. Then she fastens a leather strap around your chest, buckling it behind your back. Your hands are free, but you can’t reach the fasteners on your restraints. Finally, she strides over to a table, picks up a small bottle of lube, and sets it beside your chair.
“Okay,” you say slowly. “You’ve got me where you want me. Now what are you going to do with me?”
Betty chuckles softly. Somehow, you don’t find the sound particularly encouraging. “You got me all worked up with your talk,” she tells you. “So now I need you to help me work off a little steam.” She kneels between your ankles, and you smile broadly at her.
But then she turns around, gets down on all fours, and raises her tail. You find yourself staring right at her ass, and the heart-shaped window in her catsuit leaves her pussy and asshole bare to the world. “Um,” you venture. “I can’t quite reach you from here.”
Betty chuckles again. “That’s the idea,” she tells you. “Talking got me all horny and a little frustrated. The way we are, we can’t touch each other, but we can touch ourselves while we watch each other.” She grins. “Frustrating, but definitely hot.” She wiggles her tush. “And since you were talking about my ass, I figured you might as well get a good look at it while we play.”
Your shoulders relax, and you realize how much tension had been building in them at the prospect of being behind a skunk. But while you’d rather be able to slide your cock into the little minx, what Betty has in mind sounds much better than some alternatives. “I have to admit,” you tell her, “it’s a damned fine view back here.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Betty chides you. She slips one hand between her legs and slides a finger up into her pussy. “And don’t make me play all by myself.” She starts sliding her finger in and out.
“No, ma’am!” you agree enthusiastically. You reach down and open the bottle of lube, smearing some on your hands. Then you start to rub your rapidly hardening cock, very glad that the dominatrix left your hands free. You watch her ass intently as you stroke slowly. Betty watches you over her shoulder, twisting her shoulders to get a good look at your lap.
Betty diddles herself slowly at first. Then she slides a second finger in and picks up the pace a little. Her low moans fill the little room, and you increase speed to match her. She adds a third finger, and starts to go even faster. Her back undulates as she humps her hand. You keep up, grinning at the sight of the horny skunk writhing to her own ministrations.
But then Betty’s asshole starts to swell outward. Your eyes lock on that fleshy ring, your heart beating faster. But she keeps playing with herself, and you do too. You don’t think she would be happy if you stopped, and that doesn’t sound very safe at the moment. It gets even less safe a moment later, when the dark pink nubs of her stench guns peek into view.
Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 1_2_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 1_2_2]]
Betty’s artillery erupts, engulfing your entire body in a fine, clinging mist. The tiny droplets wash over you in a gentle wave, clinging to your skin. But the smell that washes over you with the rolling mist is far from gentle. The impact of the stench makes you choke, momentarily unable to draw a breath. A moment later, you relax your throat enough to gulp down some air, but that is no improvement. You suck in the thick, miasmic aroma, making you cough and wheeze.
“Keep going!” Betty growls breathlessly. “Or I will empty my scent glands all over you!”
You realize that you stopped stroking yourself as soon as the skunk woman let loose. Your eyes are stinging and watering, your lungs are heaving, and you think you may have strained your back when you reflexively tried to pull away. But Betty’s threat is dire enough to make you start rubbing again.
“That’s it!” Betty grunts, smiling. A sheen of sweat covers her face. “Go for distance. See if you can hit the heart-shaped target.” She wiggles her ass, and despite your suffering, you grin at her. “But don’t miss,” she warns you, panting. “If you miss, it’s my turn again.” She grins ferociously. “And I don’t miss!” She starts pumping her fingers furiously in and out of her pussy.
You grit your teeth and start to stroke yourself hard and fast. You have no idea if you can squirt your load that far, or how well you can aim if you manage to. But the fragrant temptress has certainly given you incentive to try. You try to keep your eyes on her wriggling fingers, but your gaze keeps sliding up to her back door. You start to pant harder, each breath driving the stink of skunk into your lungs. The skunk’s asshole starts to pucker, and you stroke yourself as hard and as fast as you can. With an explosive grunt, you cum, tugging your cock toward her ass. The spurt of jizz makes a surprisingly long arc, and lands with a splat right on her ass… on the leather beside the peekaboo window.
Betty fires another salvo, this time squirting narrow, focused streams that splash all over your hands and cock. You gasp in surprise at the sudden stinging, burning sensation on your sensitive skin, inhaling the vile scent deeply. You cover your dick with your hands as best you can, shielding it in case the skunk decides to fire a follow-up shot. You gag and choke, the skin of your shaft burning and tingling.
Betty’s back arches and her body clenches. She cries out, driving her fingers deep inside her. Her asshole erupts again, spurting a messy fountain of thick, gooey droplets all over your unprotected face. You gurgle on the stench, but you refuse to raise your hands to mop at the clinging, reeking mess, unwilling to leave your crotch unprotected.
Betty slowly slumps to the floor, panting heavily. She smiles lazily at you, and you decide it’s safe enough to move your hands now. You mop at the mess on your face, smearing it around with your hands. But you think you’ve managed to thin things out a little. You grimace, and Betty chuckles. “That’s what you get for talking dirty about my ass,” she tells you.
The skunk woman hauls herself back up to her knees and unfastens your restraints. You stagger over to the corner and get dressed. Betty stands and unlocks the door, then accompanies you out to the entryway. She opens that door, too, and gestures toward the stairs up to the street. “Come back anytime you want to see more of my ass,” she teases. “Maybe next time, I’ll let you kiss it.”
You shudder and head out of the dungeon, with Betty’s laughter floating up the stairs behind you. <<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $dominatrix_sex +=1>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You concentrate hard and recite, “3-methyl-1-butanethiol.”
Betty giggles. “That’s what I’m going to spray you with, all right.”
You say again, loudly and urgently, “3-methyl-1-butanethiol!”
“What?” Betty gasps. Then her eyes come into sharper focus. “Oh,” she says, her fingers stopping. “The safe word.” Her artillery slides slowly back into her asshole. “I almost missed it, I was getting so excited.” She frowns. “Too bad you had to interrupt me.”
The skunk woman gets up and unlocks the door. Then she turns around and unfasten your restraints. “You’re free to go,” she says. “If you want to.”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>
<br>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br>
<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
Betty turns around, raises her tail, and bends over. “You’re presented with this magnificent ass, and that lame line is the best you can come up with?” She scowls at you. “I’m done wasting my time with you. You want to get fucked? Go fuck yourself!”
Betty sprays, squirting two narrow streams of musk right in your eyes. They trail down your face, leaving stripes of clinging musk down your cheeks. You clutch at your blind eyes, crying out at the searing pain. The acrid stench fills your lungs, and you feel thick, gooey droplets pelt the back of your hands and the exposed parts of your face. You choke on the stink, your lungs filled with the skunk’s noxious fumes.
You turn to run, groping for the door. You tug at the handle, remembering too late that it’s locked. You feel skunk spray shower your back, from the crown of your head all the way down to your waist. You turn back toward Betty, intending to plead for mercy. But you trip over something and tumble to the floor.
You blink away tears, bringing the world back into focus, only to see Betty standing over you with her legs spread. At least she’s facing you, you notice with relief. But then the dominatrix puts a hand to her mound and presses carefully, aiming. She lets loose a golden stream, pissing all over your face.
You splutter in surprise and disgust, wiping and your face with your hands. Some of it got into your mouth, and you spit, gagging on the bitter, salty taste. Betty unlocks the door, hauls you to your feet, and shoves you out onto the steps. “Try to learn something about women before you come back,” she snarls. <<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“I’ll bet just the sight of your ass makes people in this dungeon tremble in fear, doesn’t it?”
Betty smiles and raises her tail. “Maybe I should give you a good look so you can find out for yourself.” She turns and sticks out her rear, but doesn’t bend over. You ogle her pale buns through the heart-shaped window in her catsuit.“So what happens if you fuck a skunk up the ass? Is it heaven or hell, or a little bit of both?”
Betty leers at you and says, “There’s only one way for you to find out, tiger.”
“Have you ever sprayed anyone who was fucking you doggy style?”
Betty laughs and says, “Why? Are you worried that I will, or that I won’t?”
“The fact that your catsuit leaves your ass bare looks to me like an invitation for a spanking.”
Betty bends over the back of a chair and wiggles her half-bared booty. “Maybe it is,” she admits. “Are you brave enough to spank a skunk?”
“Reverse skunk girl sounds a lot more dangerous than reverse cowgirl. But I sure wouldn’t complain about the view.”
Betty smiles at you. “You’d better not complain,” she says. “It’s not smart to insult a skunk when you’re behind her.”
“Has anyone ever been brave enough to ask you to sit in their face?”
Betty grins wickedly and says, “Are you asking?” She flirts her tail and winks at you.
“Your catsuit covers everything except your face, breasts, and ass. It seems to me like it’s perfectly made for a sixty-nine.”
Betty presses herself against you, her breasts squashing against your chest. “Clever boy,” she says. “I like the way you think.” She grins. “And I like a playmate who wants to put his face in my ass.”
“If you and Greta double-teamed someone, you could really make them pay for their pleasure.”
Betty frowns and says, “I don’t need anyone’s help to make people suffer.”
“I’ll bet anyone in town who has a fart fetish beats a path to your door.”
Betty rolls her eyes. “Please tell me you know that skunk spray isn’t just a nasty fart,” she says with a sigh.
“Whip me, beat me, make me write bad checks.”
Betty groans. “I’ve never heard that one before,” she complains.
“If my girlfriend is going to turn out like you, maybe I shouldn’t try to stop her transformation.”
Betty scowls. “No. You shouldn’t,” she says slowly and distinctly.<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
“I would love to fuck you all night long.”
Betty fakes a yawn. “And what else? I hope that isn’t the limit of your creativity.”
“What do you say we find out what it takes to make me say the safe word?” you suggest.
Betty shrugs. “I suppose,” she answers. “But I prefer men who don’t need safe words.”
“For a dominatrix, it seems to me like being a skunk is cheating.”
Betty shakes her head. “Honey, if you’re not cheating, you’re not trying,” she tells you.
“I’d like you to tie me up and fuck me,” you tell Betty.
She arches an eyebrow. “Bondage, eh?” she muses. “Simple, but not without its merits. Very well,” she announces. “I will grant your request.” She opens the cell door and ushers you through. “Get inside,” she orders.
You waggle your eyebrows. “I intend to, if you know what I mean,” you tell her with a leer.
Betty swats you on the ass, hard enough to sting. “Watch your tone with me, boy!” she growls.
“Yes, ma’am,” you answer, chastened. You step into the room.
Betty closes the door behind you and locks it, sliding the key into her boot. “You may leave after I’m satisfied,” she informs you.
<<nobr>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_1_1">>
<<elseif $dominatrix_mood < 2>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_1_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_1_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You give Betty a sly smile. “I’ve been… misbehaving, shall we say.” You clear your throat and glance away for a moment, then look back to her face. “I think I need to be punished,” you tell her.
Betty quirks an eyebrow at you. “Do you, now?” she says, with a slow lilt in her voice. “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. I’m very good at punishing people.” She leans in close, her blue eyes boring into yours. “Very good,” she repeats.
You resist the urge to take a step back. “I, uh…” you say. “I kind of figured, I mean…” You swallow. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Come!” Betty orders. She strides down the hall, her boot heels clicking on the stone floor. You hurry to catch up with her. She stops at a door to a little room – a cell, really. She opens the door and gestures you through. “This should do the job nicely,” she tells you. You enter the little room and look around, and Betty joins you, locking the door behind her.
<<nobr>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood < -1>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_2_1">>
<<elseif $dominatrix_mood < 2>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_2_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_2_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You square your shoulders and take a deep breath. “I want you to spray me,” you tell Betty as confidently as you can.
She raises her eyebrows. “What?” she asks.
“You’re a skunk,” you say. “I want you to spray me.”
Betty sighs, shaking her head. “No, no, no,” she says. “It’s no fun if you just come in here and gleefully stick your nose in my butt.” She sighs again. “There’s no thrill of the chase! You have to try to get out of getting skunked, or at the very least, I should have to work at getting you to confess that you want me to get stinky.”
“I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m kind of new to all this.”
Betty gives you a small smile. “That much is obvious,” she complains. “It’s only fun making you suffer if you’re actually suffering.” You open your mouth, but she puts a finger on your lips. “Let’s just forget this conversation ever happened, shall we?” You nod, and she says, “Better. Now, what do you want me to do to you?”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
The little cell has a large wheel mounted on one wall, maybe six feet across. The rim is liberally adorned with leather restraints. “Up against the wall!” Betty snarls. She looks genuinely angry, but maybe she’s just very good at playing her part. She did agree to fuck you, after all.
You step over to the wheel and stand with your back to it.
“Spread your legs,” Betty orders. You look up at her, and she stomps a spike-heeled boot down between your feet so hard it makes the walls ring. “Now!” she snaps.
You hastily spread your legs wide. Betty raises one of your ankles and straps it securely to the rim of the wheel. Then she lifts your other leg, forcing you to put your weight on the leather strap, which supports you handily. She straps in that ankle, then slaps your wrist against the wheel and fastens it securely. You quickly put the other wrist up in its place before she can grab it, and she growls, “That’s better,” as she fastens it in place.
Betty spins the wheel slowly. You go through a few revolutions, making you dizzy. The wheel slows to a halt with your head down near the floor.
“So,” Betty says, grabbing your dick and stroking it. Her touch is more gentle than you had feared, and you feel yourself getting hard quickly in her hand. “You want to be fucked, do you?”
“I sure do,” you agree.
Betty kicks you in the shoulder, and you cry out in pain and surprise. “Let’s try this again,” she tells you. Her tail bristles high in the air behind her. “Do you want to be fucked?” She glares at you.
“Yes, mistress,” you answer carefully.
Betty nods. “Better,” she says. She smiles, but her eyes look more angry than pleased. She releases your dick, then turns away from you. She plants her feet wide, her boots clomping on the stone floor. She bends forward at the hips, just a little. You find yourself staring straight up at her ass and pussy. It’s an impressive sight, although your vantage point makes it a little disorienting.
“Now,” Betty sneers. “You’re fucked!” Her asshole puckers up and blasts a torrent of thick, oily gobbets down onto your face.
The stench hits you like a physical blow, pummeling your sinuses from the inside. Your head throbs. The stink reaches deep into your lungs, and you wheeze like an old man. Oily musk oozes up your cheeks, and you clench your eyes shut to protect them.
You feel yourself spinning again, and the combination of the skunk’s vile perfume and your blind rotation makes it difficult to hang onto your lunch. Gradually, you come to rest again, sideways to the world. You hear Betty’s boots against the floor, but nothing happens. You open your eyes.
Betty’s ass is poised right in front of your nose, and she lets loose again. Thick droplets of skunk spray shower all over your face from point-blank range. To your amazement, the stench grows even stronger. The air in the little cell feels thick and heavy in your lungs, and each juddering breath fills you with a nauseatingly foul aroma.
Betty releases the restraints on your arm and leg closest to the floor, then reaches up and releases your upper limbs. You tumble to the floor, wheezing for air. The stench of skunk is so heavy in the little room that it makes you light-headed. The skunk woman looks down at you with a sneer on her face. “Now you know what happens when you try to get busy with me when I’m in a bad mood,” she tells you. She turns and walks to the door. She opens it and pauses on the threshold. “Maybe next time you come to see me, you’ll handle yourself better. If not…” she shrugs. “I have plenty of ammunition in this booty. You can let yourself out,” she adds, then walks away.
After a few minutes you haul yourself up off the floor. You still reek like hell, but you can breathe a little easier. You shuffle out the front door, which is thankfully unlocked, then up the stairs to the street.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
The cell has a twin bed in the center of it, with a vinyl-covered mattress and a wrought iron frame. A table against the wall holds various whips, ropes, and prods. “Take off your clothes and lie down,” Betty orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” you answer enthusiastically. You strip hastily, then climb onto the bed and lie down on your back. Betty retrieves a few lengths of silk rope and ties your limbs to the corners of the bed. She ties the knots carefully and then tugs each one, making sure you’re secure.
Then Betty goes back to the table and selects a riding crop. She smacks it against her hand. “Are you ready for me?” she purrs.
You nod. “I certainly am.”
Betty smacks you on the stomach with the little whip, raising a red welt. “What did you say to me?” she growls.
You bite back a curse and remember that you asked to be dominated. “Yes, mistress,” you tell her.
Betty climbs on top of you. “Much better,” she says, her voice smoother. She pinches your right nipple, hard.
“Ow! Fuck!” you blurt.
Betty smacks your cheek with the riding crop. “Was that disapproval I heard?” she asks.
You shake your head, ignoring the stinging on your cheek. “No, mistress,” you answer her.
“Good,” she tells you. She starts to gyrate her hips, rubbing her pussy against your dick. With no clothing between you, you get hard almost instantly. “I’d hate to think you weren’t enjoying yourself,” she says. The leather covering her legs creaks as she squeezes her thighs together.
You groan softly, hoping that doesn’t set the dominatrix off again. But she seems pleased with your reaction. She reaches one hand down and guides your dick to her pussy. “This is mine,” she tells you. Then she slides down onto you, taking your length slowly inside her.
“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur. “It certainly is.”
Betty laughs and starts bobbing up and down. She smacks your chest with the whip. “Giddy up!” she demands. You bite back an exclamation and start lifting your hips to meet her strokes. “Good boy,” she croons. She rides you slowly for a while, her breasts bobbing enticingly.
Soon, the skunk woman starts bucking her hips, riding you harder. “Hya!” she shouts, and smacks your thigh with the crop. You find the display a little unnecessary, since you were working to match her pace anyway, but you grunt and redouble your efforts.
You feel an orgasm coming on. “I’m gonna…” you grunt.
Betty slashes across your chest with the riding crop. “Not yet!” she insists. “Mistress cums first!” Her tail shoots bolt upright. “Or else!” she adds.
You swallow nervously and try to think of something – anything – else. Anything to distract you from the feeling of Betty’s pussy sliding along the length of your pole. But there’s just no way for you to force your mind to anything else. You bite your lip and moan.
Betty’s eyes grow wide and fierce. She’s panting hard, her impressive chest heaving. “Am… I… going to have to… punish you?” she growls breathlessly. She smiles ferociously, and you suspect she’s hoping the answer is ‘yes’.
You strain against the ropes. “Probably,” you grunt. “Here it comes.”
“Yes!” Betty hisses, her eyes shining. Suddenly, she screams, her body trembling and shuddering. You erupt inside her, spurting jet after jet of cum up into her pussy.
Betty slumps forward onto your chest, panting. “You’re lucky,” she huffs. “This time.”
“I certainly am,” you agree. “You are magnificent.”
Betty smiles and gives you a deep, passionate kiss. “Damn right I am,” she tells you. She climbs off you, then unties you. She opens the cell door, then leans against the door frame. “Well?” she prompts.
You gather up your clothes and walk over to her, a little stiffly.<<set $dominatrix_sex +=1; $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
The cell has a twin bed in the center of it, with a vinyl-covered mattress and a wrought iron frame. A table against the wall holds various whips, ropes, and prods. “Take off your clothes and lie down,” Betty orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” you answer enthusiastically. You strip hastily, then climb onto the bed and lie down on your back. Betty retrieves a few lengths of silk rope and ties your limbs to the corners of the bed. She ties the knots carefully and then tugs each one, making sure you’re secure.
Betty climbs on top of you and straddles your hips, facing away from you. Her tail flops onto your face, completely obscuring your view. Leather brushes your skin as her legs shift around against your thighs. You feel her boot heels dig into the sides of your butt cheeks. You squirm a little, but Betty keeps her feet clamped tightly against you. She laughs. “You should be glad I’m not wearing spurs for this,” she teases. “It would be suitable for reverse cowgirl, after all.”
Betty’s neatly trimmed mound brushes lightly against your dick, sending a shiver up your spine. You feel yourself growing hard quickly. “Of course,” Betty continues, “it might be more accurate to call this reverse skunk girl.” She chuckles softly. “Do you know the difference?” She starts to gyrate her hips slowly, grinding against your hard-on. She leans forward, gripping your legs just above the knee.
You let out a low groan. “What?” you mutter.
Betty lifts her tail off your face and raises it high in the air, it’s tip hanging down in a graceful arc. Below that gorgeous plume is the heart-shaped opening in her catsuit that frames her asshole and pussy perfectly. The dominatrix smiles over her shoulder at you. “Reverse skunk girl is much more risky,” she says, her voice low and smooth. She grabs your dick and guides its tip to her pussy. “But also much more rewarding,” she assures you. She sits slowly, taking your length bit by bit into her hot, tight tunnel.
You moan and try to reach for her, but your hands are, of course, bound securely. “So I see,” you gasp.
Betty croons softly. “Most people don’t like to think about the words ‘reverse’ or ‘behind’ when they’re dealing with a skunk,” she pants as she starts to ride you slowly. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
You lick your lips. “They certainly don’t,” you agree, your voice a bit strained. “Wow!” you gasp. Betty’s pussy squeezes you in amazing ways.
“So you want me to keep going?” Betty teases breathily. She starts picking up speed, bobbing up and down on your shaft. Her pale buns make a delicious-looking bubble every time she sits down hard, but her asshole never disappears from view because of the way she is leaning.
“Definitely,” you grunt.
“No matter what?” Betty asks? She clenches her asshole tightly, then puckers it outward.
Your heart leaps into your throat. She did say reverse skunk girl was risky.
Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 2_1_3_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 2_1_3_2]]<<endif>>
You stare at her ass for a few strokes, panting through your nose. It doesn’t matter to you at this moment that you <<if $safe_word is false>>don’t <<endif>>know the safe word. You just know you don’t want this magnificent skunk woman to stop fucking you.
“No matter… what,” you grunt.
Betty grins wickedly over her shoulder at you. “That’s what I love to hear,” she pants. She reaches behind her and grabs her buns with both hands, squeezing and spreading them. Her asshole puckers even further, and her backdoor weaponry slides into view. She swivels and gyrates her hips, driving you deep inside her over and over. But no matter how she moves, those perilous nozzles swivel to stay on target. It’s a remarkable display of gunnery skill, but it makes you more alarmed than impressed.
Betty’s moans grow louder and longer. You can feel your own orgasm growing steadily closer, and you hope you manage to cum before she lets loose. The skunk woman, though, has other ideas.
“//Stink!//” she hisses through clenched teeth. Her artillery spews its oily ammunition all over your front. The stench washes over you, filling your nose, mouth, and lungs. You strain at the ropes holding you down, but it’s a futile, reflex reaction. Your impending orgasm slips away, but the silky feel of Betty’s pussy keeps you rock-hard. You pant hard, and each breath makes you grimace in disgust. The skunk’s foul aroma invades every nook and cranny of your airways, saturating you with her stink.
Betty’s moans rise in pitch. She rides you even harder, impaling herself as deeply as she can. Before long, the sensations make another orgasm start to creep up on you, despite the horrific smell. The dominatrix starts to tremble, and her cries grow ever more urgent. Suddenly, she sits down hard, her legs clenched and her body quivering. Her weaponry fires again, drenching you from forehead to navel with another gusher of reeking spray. You cum inside her, grunting in a weird combination of pleasure and shock, your senses delivering powerfully conflicting messages to your brain.
Your cock throbs, pulsing the last drops of your jizz into the skunk’s snatch. Your breath rattles in your chest, making you sound like a drowning victim who has just been revived. You cough a few times, the acrid fumes irritating your throat. Your face, chest, and belly are slick with skunk musk. You suck in lungfuls of the vile aroma, breathing deeply from exertion.
Betty climbs off you, her legs still trembling a bit. She leans in close, her own nose wrinkling. “I could kiss you,” she purrs, “but then I’d stink, too.” She giggles and sets to work untying you. You sit up, rubbing your wrists, as she moves to the foot of the bed to release your ankles. You mop at your face and scowl at the skunk woman.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she chides you. “You did said yourself you wanted me to keep fucking you, no matter what.”
You heave a sigh, and then grimace on the odor. “True,” you admit.
Betty stops and gives you a long, hard, look. “And if you had it to do over again, would you answer the same thing?” she asks.
You open your mouth, then close it. You frown, considering her question seriously. You’re none too eager to suffer a repeat performance of the stinking she inflicted on you. But you did cum explosively. She’s a magnificent sex partner, skunk spray aside. “Yes,” you say slowly. “I think I would.” You look up at her, a little surprised at your own answer.
“Good,” Betty says with a firm nod. “You remember that the next time you come to see me.” She unlocks the door while you get dressed. The skunk spray makes your shirt cling to your front, and you figure it’s ruined. You shuffle slowly out the door, following Betty to the entryway. You head up into the street, the scent of skunk wrapped around you like a smelly blanket.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $dominatrix_sex +=1>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You aren’t about to volunteer to get hosed down with skunk spray. “3-methyl-1-butanethiol!” you gasp.
Betty freezes mid-stroke. She frowns back over her shoulder at you. “Really?” she sighs. “You’re giving up that easily?” She sits down, making you slide the rest of the way inside her.
You nod. “I’m sorry,” you say. “It’s one thing to risk a chance of getting skunked. But I’ve discovered that staring my doom right in the face, knowing it will happen, is just a bit overwhelming.”
Betty’s artillery slides slowly back into her ass and her asshole relaxes. You breathe a sigh of relief. She shakes her head. “If that’s what you really want,” she concedes grudgingly. She starts to ride your cock again, moving with slow, long strokes.
After a few dozen strokes, the skunk woman sits down again, not moving. “You know what?” she says. “I can’t recapture the mood.” She slides off you. “I think we’re done for now.” She walks around the bed, untying the ropes that hold you down.
You sit up. “I’m sorry,” you repeat. “I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”
Betty gives you a small smile. “That’s okay,” she says. “Maybe another time.”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>
<br>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br>
<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>A steel box is bolted to the middle of the floor, maybe three feet on a side. It has a large door on one end, and small hinged doors on all four sides and on top. You look at it with growing concern.
Betty glares at you. “What am I punishing you for today?” she growls.
You glance back and forth between the dominatrix and the box several times. “Well,” you say, “I’ve been trying to stop my girlfriend’s transformation into a skunk, and—”
“What?!” Betty snarls, cutting you off. “That’s a horrible thing to do to someone. Get in the box!” she snaps.
You gape at the skunk woman. You had intended to ask to be punished because you weren’t able to help her yet. “No, you don’t understand,” you try to explain. “That’s not—”
“The. Box!” Betty repeats. She raises her tail bolt upright.
You duck your head. “Right,” you say. “Into the box. Here I go.” You crouch down and crawl into the box. Betty slams the door behind you and locks it.
The dominatrix opens the small door in the side of the box to your left and glares through it at you. “Why don’t you want your girlfriend to turn into a skunk?” she snaps.
You turn, shuffling, to face the little window. “I’m trying to help her,” you say.
“Ha!” Betty barks. Her face disappears, and you see a blur of black and white made up of leather, skin, hair and fur. The skunk woman’s ass slams against the little window, filling the opening. She sprays, filling the box with a fine, reeking mist. Then she steps away and slams the window shut.
You cough on the stink that swirls around you. Your exposed skin and clothing are damp with the vile-smelling stuff. Your eyes sting and water, and you blink rapidly. The air is thick with the scent of skunk.
The window in the opposite side swings open. “What do you have against skunks?” Betty demands.
“Nothing,” you gasp. “I—” The rest of your explanation vanishes in a fit of coughing.
“Liar!” Betty accuses. She spins again, jamming her butt into the opening. You start to turn away as she sprays again. Fine mist rains down, feather-light, onto your side and back. The steel window slams shut. The stench in the box intensifies, making you choke when you try to breathe.
The little hatch in the top of the box swings open. Betty scowls down through it. “One last time,” she warns you. “Why would you do such a horrible thing to someone?”
You open your mouth to reply. It takes you several attempts to form words without choking, making you look like a gasping fish. “You don’t understand,” you rasp. Forming those few words makes your throat sting from the fumes. You start coughing and hacking.
“Damn right, I don’t!” Betty seethes. There is a banging on top of the box, and she sits down on the opening. She sprays shower after shower of fine, clinging mist down onto you. You try to hide in a corner, but you can’t get far enough to avoid the noxious cloud. You spin this way and that, looking for a way to shield yourself, but all you accomplish is getting every bit of you covered in skunk spray. The intensity of the stink makes you gag as you writhe around on the floor of the box.
Betty slams the window shut, and you hear her climb off. Then the door to the cell slams shut, and a sinking feeling comes over you. The fumes burn your eyes and claw at your airways, your lungs filling with the skunk’s horrible odor. You sit with your head cradled between your knees, struggling to breathe. The air feels wet in your nose and throat, and the stink is strong enough to make you dizzy and nauseated.
You have no idea how long you sit in the dark, trapped in the appalling stink. Your clothes are plastered to your skin, and your skin is slick everywhere. Your eyes are bloodshot and swollen. Your throat is raw, and your nose is runny. The scent that fills the cramped space is so concentrated it makes it hard to think.
Eventually, you hear the cell door open again. Betty opens the door to the box, and you tumble out, gasping for air. “Get out!” she orders, pointing at the open door. You try to haul yourself to your feet, but collapse to the floor. Your limbs are cramped and you can’t get a decent breath. Betty grabs you by the collar and hauls you bodily out of the cell, down the hall, and out the front door. She dumps you onto the steps leading up to the street. Then she slams the door shut behind her.
You lay on the stairs for a while, savoring the (relatively) fresh air. But the stink of skunk clings to you, far worse than you would have imagined.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
In the middle of the room stands a sturdy massage table. You raise your eyebrows and turn to Betty.
The dominatrix laughs. “No, you’re not getting a massage,” she tells you. “This table is handy for all sorts of things.” She nods toward it. “Take off your clothes, and lie face down on the table.”
You strip and pile your clothes on a table against one wall, then climb onto the massage table. You settle your face into the opening in the headrest and put your arms down at your sides.
Betty chuckles. “I told you this isn’t a massage,” she says. She grabs one of your wrists and pulls it around below your face. She cuffs it to the sturdy metal frame, then does the same with the other arm. You feel her spread your legs so that your ankles are at the corners of the table, then cuffs them in place as well. You hear her boot steps walking away from you, and a drawer opens. Then you hear her come walking back.
“What am I punishing you for today?” she asks.
“Um,” you blurt, caught off guard. You hadn’t expected her to ask for specifics. “My girlfriend,” you say, “is… having some problems.” You don’t mention the nature of her problem, just in case that would annoy your host. “And I’m not at home to comfort her.”
“Tsk,” Betty tuts. “A neglectful boyfriend. Shameful,” she says, “but not uncommon.” You hear a whoosh and a crack, and a line of pain slashes across your buttocks.
“Fuck!” you yell, straining against your cuffs.
“No,” Betty tells you. “There will be no fucking.” You hear the whip again, and feel it lash across your upper back.
“Ow!” you complain. “Goddamnit!”
You hear Betty’s heels clicking slowly on the stone as she comes around to the head of the table. She gets down on all fours and scoots around so that her legs are under the table and her ass is pointed up at your face. Her shoulders are against the floor and her tail is pressed against her back. “Do you think your punishment is unfair?” she sneers. “I could always choose a different one.” Her asshole starts to pucker.
“No!” you plead. “That’s not necessary. I wasn’t claiming I don’t deserve to be whipped,” you say hastily. “I was just reacting to the pain.”
Betty eyes you balefully for a moment, then clambers out from under the table. “Just so we understand each other,” she says.
“Oh, we do,” you assure her. “We do.”
Betty walks around to the side of the table again. “Good,” she declares. Blows start to rain down on your back, butt, and legs. You bite back curses as best you can, muttering through clenched teeth. After a double handful of lashes, Betty stops. “You know, this hurts me more than it does you,” she tells you. She lands a vicious stroke across your butt. “Oh, wait,” she says. “I had that backwards.” The whipping resumes.
You feel long, hot welts rising all across your back half. When a fresh blow lands across one of the existing welts, it feels like fire. You strain against your cuffs, your face red with exertion.
Finally, the whipping stops. You hear footsteps recede and return, and then something wet and oily rains down onto your back. A cooling, numbing sensation spreads across your skin, and you blow out an enormous sigh of relief. Betty’s hands rub the oil gently into your skin, coating you thoroughly. “Oh, gawd, that feels good!” you pant.
Betty chuckles. “I’m glad you liked it,” she says. “Not everyone enjoys a well-wielded whip.”
You open your mouth to correct her, but then think better of it. You hear the ankle cuffs being unlocked, and then Betty squats in front of the table to release your wrists. You sit up, moving gingerly. Betty gives you a satisfied smile. “I suggest that you go home to your neglected girlfriend,” she says, “but that’s entirely up to you.”<<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
There is a foam pad, probably a camping mattress, in the middle of the floor. Steel rings are bolted to the floor at various locations, and there are cupboards against one wall of the little room. “Lie down,” Betty orders.
You shrug and lie down on the pad. The skunk woman walks over to the cabinets and retrieves four sets of handcuffs. Then she comes back over to you, her boot heels loud in the silence. She cuffs you spread-eagled to four of the rings set in the floor. “Comfy?” she asks.
You nod. “Sure,” you agree.
The skunk woman smiles at you. “Don’t worry,” she tells you. “You won’t be for long.” She strides back over to the cupboards, leaving you to ponder her meaning.
Betty returns with a full-face motorcycle helmet and fastens it onto you. She unsnaps the visor and sets it aside. “Now,” she says, “what am I punishing you for today?”
You think fast, wondering what she might find punishment-worthy. You start to explain your recent undertakings. “Well,” you say, your voice muffled by the helmet, “I have been going around to some of the skunk women around town. My girlfriend—”
“Oho!” Betty interrupts, her eyes dancing. “Cheating on your girlfriend! And with skunks, no less.”
“That’s not—” you start to explain, but she ignores you.
“Nasty boy,” she chides you. “I can’t say I disapprove of your interest in skunks,” she admits, “but you really should have brought your girlfriend along so we could all play together.” She sits on your head, and the opening in the rear of her catsuit is positioned squarely where the visor was a few moments ago. You find yourself staring straight down the barrel of the skunk’s business end from mere inches away.
That dire ring of flesh starts to pucker. “So,” Betty says, “are you ready for your punishment?”
Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 2_2_3_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 2_2_3_2]]<<endif>>Your pulse pounds in your temples as you stare at your impending doom. But <<if $safe_word is false>>you don’t know the safe word<<else>>you suspect Betty would be very upset if you asked for punishment and then used the safe word right away.<<endif>> Nonetheless, you can’t bring yourself to say yes. “No,” you answer, your voice barely audible from inside the helmet. “Please don’t.”
“No?” Betty echoes, laughing. “Then you’d better get ready. Because as you might have guessed, there’s no escape for a naughty boy like you.” She wiggles her rear, making your head turn from side to side. “You’re going to pay the price for cheating.” She stops wiggling, and her artillery slides into view. “And the price for playing around with skunks,” she adds.
For several long, agonizing moments, nothing happens. You stare at the skunk’s weaponry, your heart pounding. You breathe through your mouth, thankful that it’s protected by the helmet. Finally, Betty sprays. A fountain of thick, gooey droplets drenches your nose, cheeks, and eyebrows. The acrid musk floods your eyes, burning them horribly. Despite the fact that you’re breathing through your mouth, the stink is unbearable. If anything, breathing through your mouth just gives it a flavor. An acidic, sulfurous, bitter flavor. You gag, your throat constricting around the vile aroma.
You jerk against the cuffs, your lungs heaving. The steel bites into your wrists and ankles, and your muscles strain. But of course, you don’t budge. You certainly can’t lift your head. You try to turn it, but Betty clamps her heels against the sides of the helmet, holding you in place.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she teases. You try to answer, but you choke on the stink when you start to form the words. “After all, if you’ve been fooling around with skunks, you have to have expected something like this.” She sprays again, saturating your face. The stench redoubles, and you can feel oily musk seeping between the helmet’s padding and your skin.
Betty gets up, and you try to gasp for air. But the helmet keeps you from breathing freely. The foul odor is trapped inside with you. Betty reaches down, picks up the visor, and snaps it back into place. “There,” she says. “You just think about what you’ve done. I’ll be back later.”
“Mmph!” you protest, but you immediately start gagging on the smell again, unable to plead with her. Betty walks to the door, unlocks it, and leaves.
You lie on the floor, the space within the visor filled with an alarming amount of skunk spray. You turn your head to the side, and it slowly leaks out of the small gaps around the visor. The fumes sting your eyes, and tears replace the musk almost as quickly as it can seep out. A disgusting amount of it clings to your skin, filling the little space with an overwhelming stink. Your lungs labor, and each breath fills them with the aroma of skunk.
It seems like you lie there forever. It feels like hours, but it has probably only been a matter of minutes. Your suffering makes each heartbeat of time seem interminable. But finally, the door opens again. Betty stands over you, looking down. “Have you learned your lesson?” she asks.
There’s only one possible answer. You nod weakly. “Yes,” you rasp.
Betty kneels down and removes the helmet, smearing the musk even harder into your skin. “Maybe you have,” she concedes. But then she smiles broadly. “And maybe you haven’t. If you haven’t, I’ll gladly punish you again.”
The skunk woman unlocks all four sets of handcuffs and helps you to your feet. “Your girlfriend will certainly know you’ve been hanging around skunk women now,” she tells you. “I wonder how she’ll react?” She gestures toward the door, and you stagger out without answering.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“Wait!” you blurt out. You recite the safe word carefully. “3-methyl-1-butanethiol!”
Betty gets up, then kneels beside you, frowning. She leans in close. “What was that?” she asks. “I didn’t quite make it out.”
“3-methyl-1-butanethiol!” you repeat urgently, cursing the helmet that muffles your voice.
Betty sighs heavily. “That’s what I thought you said,” she says. She takes the helmet off you. “Now why would you ask me to punish you if you’re just going to use the safe word before we even begin?” She shakes her head. She unlocks your handcuffs, frowning.<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>
<br>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br>
<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
<<nobr>>
<<if $submissive is false>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_4_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Dungeon 2_4_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>You lick your lips. “Let me worship you,” you tell Betty.
Betty’s eyebrows arch up so high they almost disappear into the hood of her catsuit. “You want to worship me,” she echoes.
You nod. “You’re magnificent,” you tell her. “I just want to show you some proper appreciation.”
A slow, broad smile spreads across Betty’s face. “I certainly can’t argue with any of that,” she says. She points at the floor. “Lick my boots,” she orders.
You get down on your hands and knees and start licking the skunk woman’s black leather boots. This isn’t quite what you had in mind, but it’s not really objectionable. You lick slowly and carefully, putting a glossy shine on the toe of each boot. “Very nice,” Betty compliments you. “Just try not to think about where those boots have been.”
You freeze for a moment, your imagination supplying all manner of disgusting possibilities. But then you shrug. All you taste is leather, so she’s probably just messing with your head. Betty laughs, watching your reaction. “I think that’s enough for now,” she tells you. “There are other parts of me that need attention.”
You sit back on your heels and look up at Betty expectantly. “No guesses?” she asks. She shrugs. “Then I guess I’ll have to spell it out. As you know, I’m a skunk,” she explains, raising her tail high. “And that means I have one feature that is noteworthy above all others.” She turns around slowly and leans against the back of a chair. The heart-shaped opening in the back of her catsuit reveals her butt cleavage, and she grins back at you. “Worship my ass,” she orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” you say nervously. You kneel behind her and put your hands on her buns. Most of what you touch is covered in leather, but your thumbs dig into soft, yielding flesh. You lean in and start kissing her cheeks, slowly and thoroughly. You squeeze and knead her buns. “Your ass is the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen,” you tell her. “Or felt,” you add with another good squeeze.
“Liar,” Betty accuses. “But it’s a good lie.” She wiggles her rear in your grip. “What else?” she prompts you.
“Your tail is amazing,” you say. “The fur is a stark contrast to your smooth skin, but the black and white fur goes beautifully with the black leather and pale skin.”
Betty bends over further. Her buns spread, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy and the wrinkled ring of her asshole. “And what else?” she prompts again.
You swallow slowly. “Every man – and a lot of women – dreams about a view like this,” you say. “It’s like a glimpse of heaven.” You hope you’re not laying it on too thick.
Betty laughs. “Or of hell,” she adds. “Kiss it!” she orders.
You briefly consider intentionally misinterpreting her instruction, but there’s no way she’d let you get away with that. You lean forward and give her asshole an exploratory peck.
Betty grabs your head with one hand and shoves your face deeper between her cheeks. “Kiss it like you mean it!” she snaps. Her asshole puckers slightly against your lips. Your heart pounds against your breastbone. The prospect of kissing a skunk’s ass is horrifying.
<<if $dominatrix_mood < 0>><<display "Dungeon 2_4_1_1">><<else>>Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 2_4_1_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 2_4_1_2]]<<endif>><<endif>>
<<if $safe_word is false>>You don’t know the safe word.<<else>>You suspect she’d be upset if you used the safe word.<<endif>> You screw up your courage and lick at her back door. Betty croons in pleasure, mashing your head even harder against her ass. “Yes!” she hisses. “That feels wonderful!”
Encouraged, you start rimming her more earnestly. You lap at her outer ring, running your tongue around and around the wrinkled flesh. Then you screw up your courage and slide your tongue inside. Betty’s legs jerk, and her ass bucks against you. “Deeper!” she insists.
You reach deeper into her ass with your tongue, licking and probing. Betty moans and starts wriggling her ass, but she still keeps your head clamped firmly in place. You feel two little nubs brush the tip of your tongue and then slide along it. You pull your tongue out of the skunk’s ass and try to jerk your head back.
Betty sprays. A slippery gusher of skunk musk floods over your lips, and you’re thankful you clamped them together in time. The noxious stuff spurts all over your face, though, and you find yourself gagging on the horrific stink. Betty’s hand still clamps you against her ass, preventing your escape. You shove against her butt with both hands, but the musk makes your hands slip and slide. You twist and turn your head, rubbing the oily stench all over your face and her ass. Betty squeals in delight, wriggling her ass against your face. You splutter, unable to steal more than an occasional, tiny sniff of tainted air.
Finally, she releases you. You fall back onto your butt with a thump, wheezing for air. You suck in enormous gulps of the awful stench, desperate for oxygen. The scent fills your lungs and makes your head throb.
Betty wiggles her rump, which gleams golden in the dungeon light. “Care to kiss it again?” she asks. You shake your head vigorously, and she laughs. “Maybe another time, then,” she tells you. She stands and unlocks the door. “I’m always up for having my ass worshipped,” she purrs.
You haul yourself to your feet and shuffle slowly past her. The stairway up to the street seems a lot longer than it did on the way in.<<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $dominatrix_sex +=1>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“3-methyl-1-butanethiol!” you recite, your voice muffled by the skunk woman’s ass.
Betty’s asshole puckers even further. “What was that?” she asks, still holding your head firmly against her rear. “I didn’t hear you.”
“3-methyl-1-butanethiol!” you repeat, enunciating as clearly as you can, which isn’t very clearly at the moment.
“Oh, a request!” she exclaims. “Yes, you’ll be smelling that any moment now.” You feel two fleshy nubs press against your lips. You shove against Betty’s ass, but she has you gripped by the hair, and it immediately becomes painful to try to pull your head back. As you struggle, she wriggles her ass against your face, rubbing her artillery all over your lips and nose.
“3-methyl-1-butanethiol!” you shout.
Abruptly, Betty lets go. You fall back onto the floor, landing on your butt. The skunk woman looks down at you. “I heard you the first time,” she says. She shakes her head. “I can’t say that I’m terribly impressed with your level of worship.” She sighs and unlocks the door. <<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>
<br>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br>
<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You lick your lips. “Let me worship you,” you tell Betty.
Betty’s eyebrows arch up so high they almost disappear into the hood of her catsuit. “You want to worship me,” she echoes.
You nod. “I do,” you confirm. “And…” You square your shoulders and take a deep breath. “And I don’t want a safe word,” you tell her.
Betty’s face lights up. “Oh, really?” she asks, her voice trembling a little. “And why is that?”
“I want to show you the proper appreciation,” you answer. “No matter what.”
Betty raises her tail high. “Even though I’m a skunk?” she asks. “You know what I can do to you.”
You nod again. “The danger is what makes it exciting,” you tell her. You hope it’s what she wants to hear. If you’re going to do this without a safe word, you want to make sure you please her as much as you can before you ask for information to help Rose.
Betty’s smile grows downright predatory. “Then you may begin,” she informs you.
You kneel in front of the skunk woman. You look up at her, and from your angle, her breasts loom below her face. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” you tell her. “From head to toe. Your face is beautiful, and your breasts are impressive.”
She raises one eyebrow, looking slightly bored. “And?” she prompts.
“And your beautiful, black-and-white tail is a reminder that you’re not just lovely, you’re formidable.”
“Formidable,” Betty repeats slowly, as if savoring the word. “I like it!” She smiles at you. “You may continue,” she tells you airily.
“I’m really glad you have this opening in the bottom of your outfit,” you tell her. “I’ve wanted to give your delicious-looking pussy the attention it deserves since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“You expect me to be delicious, do you?” she teases. “I guess you’d better find out.” She leans back against the back of a chair and spreads her legs.
“Yes, ma’am!” you say enthusiastically. You lean forward and start lapping at her pussy. You spread her legs with the fingers of one hand, licking eagerly. Her juices flow freely, tangy on your tongue. You lap them up hungrily, swirling your tongue in tangled whorls.
Betty moans, placing a hand gently on top of your head. Her fingers wind into your hair, and you take that as encouragement. You work your way upward a little and tease at her clit, flicking and darting your tongue at it. The skunk woman gasps, gripping you by the hair. You flutter your tongue across her clit and all around it, listening with approval as her moans grow louder.
“Stop!” she pants, pushing you away. She looks down at you, her eyes shining. “And am I as delicious as you’d hoped?” she puffs.
“Even more,” you assure her. “I could lick you all day.”
“Mmmm,” Betty croons. “I like the sound of that. But what else about me do you adore?”
You think for a moment. You want to do something to make an impression. An idea occurs to you, and you suppress a shudder. But if it makes you shiver, it will probably make the dominatrix quiver. You like down on the floor on your back. “Your ass is absolutely stunning,” you tell her.
“I’m glad you think so,” she tells you. “But why tell me lying down?”
You smile up at her, hoping she can’t see the nervousness in your expression. “To give you a proper seat,” you tell her.
Betty chuckles, and the sound raises goose bumps on your arms. “You are a bold one, I’ll give you that,” she tells you. She steps across your shoulders, turns and straddles your head. Her ass is directly above you, framed by a heart. “Let’s see if you can live up to that boldness.” She sits slowly, her ass looming gradually closer. Her asshole ends up planted squarely on your mouth.
You swallow hard. You knew this was going to be a risky idea, but it seems downright foolhardy now that you’re in it. But there’s no going back. You made sure of that. So you reach out your tongue and start rimming the skunk.
Betty hums in pleasure, rocking her ass slowly back and forth on your face. You lap around and around her back door, then slide your tongue inside. Betty’s humming turns to groans, and you dart your tongue in and out repeatedly. Then you slide your tongue deep up inside her rear entry.
Fleshy nubs brush the tip of your tongue, and you freeze in panic. “Lick them,” Betty demands, her voice thready. You screw up your courage and flutter your tongue against those dire nozzles. The dominatrix squeals, wriggling her ass against your face. You’re having a hard time breathing, but you know it could be far worse. And, you decide, her reaction is exactly what you wanted.
Betty’s stench guns slide a bit further down, making them easier to reach with your tongue. You lick and prod at them, grimacing at the bitter taste. The skunk woman bucks and writhes on your face, her cries growing ever louder. Her artillery extends bit by bit, until those sinister nozzles peek out of her asshole.
You keep licking doggedly, pushing the little nubs around with your tongue and mashing them against the wrinkled ring of her sphincter. Betty shrieks, her body quaking hard. Her scent glands erupt like a volcano, filling your mouth with a horrifying flood of skunk musk. The vile stuff overflows the available space, gushing out around your lips. You retch, shoving hard against Betty’s buns.
Your pushing gets Betty to sit up just a couple inches, and her asshole spasms, her artillery spurting skunk spray messily every which way. She’s so close that all of it splashes onto your face, coating you liberally in the vile-smelling oil. But you’re still gagging on the taste, spitting and working your tongue desperately.
Betty rubs furiously at her clit with the fingers of one hand, and she shrieks again. Her back door spasms again and again, spurting her anal perfume all over your head and neck. Your hair is drenched, and rivulets of the rank-smelling stuff ooze slowly down your skin. You gag and choke, unable to draw a breath, but at the same time unable to escape the incredible stink that permeates everything.
Finally, Betty’s orgasm subsides. She slumps forward onto all fours, wiggling her ass. “Oh,” she gasps, her voice almost a whine. “Oh, that was incredible.” She turns around, her limbs wobbly and leans in close. “You absolutely reek,” she tells you unnecessarily, but her eyes are shining. She kisses you hard, smearing her musk all over her own mouth. She sits back with a grimace, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re sturdier than I gave you credit for,” she says, “and much, much bolder.” She shivers in delight.
“I know another skunk who would absolutely adore you,” she says. “I really shouldn’t tell you this – client confidentiality, you know – but I think she’ll forgive me. Heather, the demure little librarian, absolutely loves to have her ass sniffed. If you treat her as well as you just treated me, I’ll bet there’s nothing she won’t do for you.”
You smile weakly. You’ve never suffered such a horrifying stench – or such a disgusting taste. But Betty Danger just gave you the key to the librarian’s secrets.
You lie in misery on the floor for a long while. Skunk spray completely coats the inside of your mouth. You suspect you even swallowed a little bit of it. Your face is slick with it. The smell and the taste make you a little dizzy and more than a little nauseated. But eventually, you manage to start breathing more or less freely.
Betty helps you up and escorts you to the door. “Come back soon,” she tells you. You smile and nod, not trusting your voice. Then you stagger up the stairs like a drunk at the end of a bender.<<if $fetish is false>><<set $clues +=1; $fetish = true>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $dominatrix_sex +=1>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You select a room with a big brass bed that has a vinyl mattress cover. You lead Betty inside. “Lie down,” you tell her.
The curvaceous skunk woman climbs onto the bed and lays on her belly. She tilts her ass up in the air and waves her tail in the air. “Come and get me,” she purrs, “if you dare.”
You find a set of four manacles on a nearby shelf and gather them up. You stroll over to Betty, admiring the curve of her rump. The cutout in the back of her catsuit makes her pose even more inviting – and distinctly dangerous. You swat her ass with one hand, and the smack resounds off the walls. Betty gasps in pleasure and wiggles her rear. “Other side up,” you order her.
“Awww,” Betty pouts. “It’s not nice to tease me like that.”
You shove her hip sideways, prompting her to flip onto her back. “Did I say I was going to be nice?” you ask.
Betty smiles. “No, you most certainly did not,” she admits. “Please continue.”
You shackle Betty’s limbs to the bedposts. Each time a manacle clicks shut, she writhes slightly. When you have the last one secured, you say, “Are you nice and secure?”
Betty tugs hard against her chains, her eyes glowing. “Very,” she says. “I’m helpless.”
You chuckle softly. ‘Helpless’ is not a word you would ever use to describe your hazardous playmate, but you’re not about to argue. “Then it’s time for me to play,” you tell her. You climb up between her legs and start fingering her pussy.
The dominatrix is already wet, and she lifts her hips to meet your touch. “Fuck me,” she growls.
You laugh. “When I’m ready,” you tell her. “Not before.” Betty grumbles wordlessly, but when you slide a finger inside her, her complaint gives way to a soft gasp. You slide your finger slowly in and out for a while, then add another. Betty lets out a low whine, straining against her bonds. You start rubbing her clit with your thumb, drawing a loud moan from your playmate.
“Now I’m ready,” you tell her. You clamber into a pushup pose over her and guide your cock to her eager pussy. You slide in effortlessly, shuddering in pleasure at the tight, wet heat of her.
“Missionary?” Betty gasps. “I’m disappointed.”
“Then change positions,” you tell her. Betty yanks at her chains and scowls at you. You laugh and thrust harder into her. The skunk woman’s scowl melts into an ‘o’ of delight. You try to take things slow, but her leather-clad body just feels too good against yours. You start fucking her hard and fast. You plant your hands on her shoulders, holding her down even more. Betty cries out and arches, her hips rising to meet your every stroke.
All too soon, you cum inside her. When you bury yourself to the hilt that one last time, Betty’s eyes widen and she cries out, trembling with her own orgasm. You slump on top of her, sweating and puffing.
“I still say it would have been more fun with my ass in the air,” Betty pants in your ear.
You raise your head and grin crookedly at her. “But this way was much safer for me,” you tell her.
“Spoilsport,” she accuses, but she smiles as she says it. You release her manacles and help her to her feet.<<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You select a cell with a mat in the middle of the floor and various steel rings anchored to the floor and walls. “Kneel,” you order, pointing at the mat.
Betty smiles and kneels, watching you expectantly. You grab a long swath of silk from a nearby bin and tie her wrists behind her back. She tugs experimentally and smiles up at you. “You know, my hands aren’t my most dangerous feature,” she says. She twitches the tip of her tail.
You chuckle. “I’m well aware,” you say. “But I’ll take my chances.”
Betty raises an eyebrow at you and doesn’t say a word. You ignore the implied threat and unfasten your fly. Your dick springs free, already partly hard. You place one hand on top of the skunk woman’s head and aim your dick at her mouth with the other. “Suck it,” you order.
Betty smiles and gives the tip of your cock a lick. It twitches in response, and she licks her lips. “If you insist,” she says, her voice quivering slightly. She wraps her lips around the head of your shaft and flutters the tip of her tongue against it. You groan, immediately becoming completely erect. Betty chuckles through her nostrils and slides your length slowly into her mouth. She starts to bob her head slowly, making you slide in and out.
You start to close your eyes in pleasure, but then snap them wide open. It wouldn’t do to let your playmate get the upper hand, after all. You smile down at her and place your hands on both sides of her head, her leather hood buttery smooth to your touch. She looks up at you and raises her eyebrows, but she doesn’t stop moving.
You grip Betty’s head firmly and start fucking her mouth energetically. A surprised grunt escapes her nostrils, and her eyes grow wide. But she sucks enthusiastically, her lips and tongue working overtime. Her long hair lashes back and forth as you fuck her face, and she pants heavily through her nostrils.
Before long, you feel your balls start to tighten. “I’m gonna…” you grunt in warning. Betty’s eyes crinkle with smile lines and she sucks even harder. You erupt in her mouth, and she swallows greedily. Your knees tremble, but you manage to stay standing.
You release your grip on Betty’s head, and she pulls away from you. She looks up at you and licks her lips. “Yum,” she says. “You really know how to give a girl a treat.”
You help her to her feet and untie her hands, keeping a close eye on her tail. “My pleasure,” you tell her.
“Damn right it was,” Betty agrees with a laugh. She leans in close, presses against you, and takes your hand in hers. She pulls your hand gently around behind her and places it firmly on her rear. Leather and skin both rub against your palm as she wiggles in your grip. “But I had fun, too. I guess I won’t have to punish you… this time.”
You give her butt a squeeze. “Maybe you’ll get to next time,” you tell her. It’s clear she enjoys being dangerous, so you figure you might as well play along – to a point.
Betty kisses you hard, tasting slightly salty. “I look forward to it,” she purrs. <<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You select a cell with a mat in the middle of the floor and various steel rings anchored to the floor and walls. “Kneel,” you order, pointing at the mat.
Betty smiles and kneels, watching you expectantly. You stand in front of her, bend down, and pull down the zipper at the back of her catsuit. Then you reach down to her plunging neckline and yank downward. There is enough slack now that her breasts spill free, jiggling enticingly. The skunk woman giggles. “That’s an interesting beginning,” she observes.
Without answering, you stride to a nearby shelf and select a pair of handcuffs and a bottle of lube. You return to stand in front of her again. “Give me your wrists,” you tell her. She dutifully holds up her hands, palms upward. You snap the cuffs around one wrist, then pull her hands back behind your waist. You cuff the other wrist, securing her hands behind you.
Betty looks up at you, her brows knitting together. “And what does this accomplish?” she asks.
You smile down at her. “For one, it keeps you facing me,” you explain. “That’s not an insignificant consideration for fucking a skunk.”
Betty laughs. “True,” she admits. “But what else?”
You unfasten your fly and open your pants. “It keeps you from pulling away while I use your tits,” you tell her. You squirt a generous amount of lube onto her exposed chest. Your cock is stiffening rapidly, and you lay it between her breasts, then grab her tits with both hands and squeeze them together.
“Oh,” Betty purrs, drawing the word out slowly. “I see.” You thrust your hips forward, making the tip of your cock peek up through Betty’s impressive cleavage. “Hello there,” she tells it.
You start sliding your dick up and down between her breasts, pressing them together around your shaft. With each stroke, the bulbous head of your manhood peeks into view. Betty cranes her neck to give it a little lick. She watches intently as your cock appears over and over.
You thrust harder and faster, building your pace faster than you had intended. But the skunk woman’s body feels amazing, and you just can’t resist. Soon, you are fucking her tits frantically. Sweat trickles down your temples, and your breathing gets faster. You can feel the head of your cock start to twitch each time it bobs up into view.
You erupt, spewing your jizz all over Betty’s face. She squeals and wriggles against you. She tugs at the handcuffs, but you can’t tell if she’s trying to get away or trying to pull you closer.
Once you’re spent, Betty looks up at you. “You squirted me in the face,” she says, her voice soft and low. “I should return the favor.”
You smile, panting. “And thus we see the usefulness of the handcuffs,” you answer.
Betty chuckles. “You have to release me sometime,” she points out.
You shake your head. “Not until you promise not to spray me.”
Betty pouts. “Oh, poo,” she complains. She sighs, her breasts heaving against your dick. “All right,” she tells you. “I won’t spray you… this time,” she adds with a smirk.
“I guess that’s the most I can expect,” you say. You unlock the cuffs. “Wait here,” you say. “I’ll get you a towel.” You stride over and collect a hand towel from the shelves and offer it to her.
Betty mops at her face. “That was pretty daring,” she tells you. “I wonder what you’ll do to top it next time?” <<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You select a room with a massive oak table. Various toys and bottles of lube litter the tabletop. You take a few moments to undress, acting as casual as you can. You press Betty up against the table, kissing her hard. She leans back, perching her buns on the table’s edge. She doesn’t have to bend her legs to sit, and you suspect the table is at hip height for a reason.
You reach up and get a firm grip on Betty’s long, silky ponytail. Then you pull back, drawing her face away from yours. Betty’s eyes grow wide. “Hey!” she complains. “That smarts!”
You grab her tail with your other hand and tug, pivoting her to face away from you. “Deal with it,” you rasp in her ear. You shove her forward, bending her over the table.
The skunk woman’s tail waves in your face. “Wrong move,” she growls. Her tail fur bristles.
You release her tail and slap her ass. “Behave!” you order, still hanging onto her hair. Betty gapes at you, and you grope frantically for one of the bottles of lube, wondering how much time surprise will buy you. You doubt it will be much. Her scowl is already starting to return.
You flip open the top of the bottle with your thumb and squirt an overly generous amount between Betty’s cheeks. Her glare falters for a moment, and you drop the lube. Then you plant your thumb against her back door and rub vigorously. Betty opens her mouth to say something, but you slide your thumb up her ass and she lets out a gasp.
“Not so dangerous now, are you?” you taunt her. You tug gently at her ponytail. Then you start to slide your thumb in and out.
Betty gives you a wicked smile. “Not at the moment, no,” she pants. “But you have to take that thumb out sometime.”
You give her a thoughtful frown and bob your head a little. “True,” you admit. But then you smile. “I guess I’ll have to find some other way to stay safe, then.” You lean your hips forward, pressing your hard-on against her ass.
“You’d better hurry,” Betty tells you. You feel two fleshy nubs press against your thumb. “I think I’m about to work my way past your improvised stopper.”
You swallow hard. You slide your thumb out of her ass, making Betty gasp again. Moving as quickly as you can, you grab your cock and stuff it up her ass.
Betty chuckles breathlessly. “That doesn’t solve your problem,” she puffs.
You don’t answer. Instead, you start to slide your cock in and out of her. You feel the nubs of her artillery slide along your shaft. “In fact,” the skunk continues, “you’ve just made matters worse for yourself.” She pants hard.
“Are you complaining?” you tease her. You thrust even harder into her rear entry.
Betty moans. “Not at all,” she gasps. “Just giving you fair warning.”
Her asshole squeezes your cock, and you feel hot, slippery wetness coat your shaft. On the next backstroke, a horrible stench reaches up to your nose. You gag, and your pace falters for a moment. A golden sheen covers the skin of your pole, burning and tingling. Droplets of skunk musk ooze out of her ass. The discomfort on the sensitive skin of your cock is intense, but you don’t dare pull out.
“Your dick is going to stink for weeks,” Betty pants. “You really should listen when a skunk warns you.”
You grimace, but resume fucking the skunk’s ass, gritting your teeth against the burning sensation. “Noted,” you grunt. You grab her ass with your free hand, still keeping her head pinned to the table by her hair. You start to pound her ass hard and fast, riding her as forcefully as you can. You do your best to ignore the stink. You’re glad that her ass was plugged when she let loose, but you could have wished for a different plug.
Betty wails, her eyes closing. You keep riding her hard, and she lets out cries of pleasure that gradually grow shorter and louder, rising in pitch. Her body trembles, and she turns into a quivering, mewling heap of pleasure. Her asshole clenches repeatedly around your shaft. You keep pounding away, the skunk woman’s entire body twitching with every stroke. Before long, you cum too, spurting your load deep inside her.
You slide your cock slowly out of Betty’s ass. You release her hair and lean against the table, panting and sweating. Betty grins back at you, her palms planted on the table to push herself up. “I told you that you’d have to take it out sometime,” she says.
“What?” you blurt. Your eyes grow wide.
Instead of pushing herself up, Betty pushes back as hard as she can, ramming her ass against your hips. You stumble backward a couple steps. The skunk woman’s asshole swells and erupts, hosing you down from head to toe with a fine mist of skunk spray. You stagger away from her, choking on the stench. The smell of skunk from when she let loose on your dick pales in comparison to a full-body, in-your-face fog of her anal perfume. A wracking cough takes hold of your body, making you double over.
“My warning about your thumb was just as true for your cock,” Betty says, sitting up on the table and turning to face you. “You really should have listened.” She shivers and gives you a lecherous grin. “But I’m glad you didn’t,” she adds.
You just nod, unable to form a response at the moment. Betty watches you until your cough subsides. “Maybe next time you come see me, you’ll pay more attention.” She smiles broadly. <<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1; $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You roam up and down the hall until you find a room with a single chair bolted to the middle of the floor. It’s solidly built, and has no armrests. It’s perfect. You stroll in and sit down on the chair.
Betty tilts her head and narrows her eyes, looking at you. “If you’re going to have your way with me, I think it’s me who should be in the chair,” she says slowly.
You shake your head. “I know what I’m doing,” you tell her. You pat your lap. “Come lie down across my lap,” you order. “Now!”
Betty’s face breaks into an enormous grin. “Yes, sir!” she says enthusiastically. She prances forward and straddles your lap with her arms to one side of you and her legs to the other. She lowers herself down and bends at the hips, flipping her tail forward over her back. The pale, heart-shaped portion of her ass peeking out of her catsuit makes a stark contrast with the black leather clinging to her buns. Her bubble butt juts up into the air, and she wiggles it. “I’ve been naughty, Daddy,” she purrs.
You pause for a moment, admiring the view. Her cheeks are spread just enough to give you a glimpse of her asshole and pussy. “You certainly have,” you agree enthusiastically. You raise your right hand and bring it down hard across both buns, swatting her hard.
Betty squeals. “Ow!” she complains. “Not so hard, Daddy!” But she wiggles her ass again.
“I’ll decide how hard you need to be spanked,” you sneer. You swat her again, even harder than before. Her pale skin quickly grows pink.
“Fuck!” Betty blurts. “That hurts!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady,” you snarl. You start spanking her with a firm, steady rhythm.
Betty squeals again and wriggles in your lap. “Stop!” she pants. “Stop it, Daddy!”
You don’t so much as pause. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” you tell her. Her buns are so red now, they nearly glow.
“Stop!” the skunk squeals. Her asshole suddenly puckers up and spits out a golden cloudburst, the mist hanging in the air over her ass. The reeking fog engulfs your head and shoulders, and your spanking falters as you gasp on the unexpected stink. The vile smell fills your lungs.
But you grit your teeth. “Naughty!” you manage to choke out. You resume spanking, delivering your swats more rapidly than before.
Betty wriggles and thrashes in your lap. “Stop!” she wails. Suddenly, she goes stock still. You pause in surprise. Her asshole starts to pucker outward, slowly this time. “Stop, or I’ll make you stop,” she says softly.
The stench that fills your nose and lungs is acrid and potent, making you wheeze. The thought of another dose is almost unbearable. But you really need to learn whatever secrets Betty knows, and you don’t think she’ll be happy if you stop your little role-play now. “Don’t you dare threaten me, young lady,” you rasp. “You’re only making it worse.” You raise your hand, hesitating. Betty’s eyes are locked on it, shining with excitement.
You bring your hand down and start spanking the skunk woman as fast as you can. Betty squeals again, and you marvel that she can manage such volume with the stink that hangs around you both. “I warned you, Daddy!” she crows. Another burst of fine, floating mist spews from her asshole, hanging in the air. The stink reaches into your lungs, making you choke. Your body clenches, making the spanking pause.
Betty twists her hips, aiming her ass right at your face. She sprays a gusher of thick, gooey droplets that drench your face and neck. You shove Betty off your lap, and she lands on the floor with a thump, giggling uncontrollably. You glare at her, struggling to draw a breath. You finally manage to suck in a shuddering lungful of air. The stink hammers at your sinuses, burns your throat, and seeps deep into your lungs. You wheeze, torn between the need to breathe and the overwhelming desire not to.
Betty sits up and gives you a smug smile. “I did warn you, Daddy,” she says.
You mop at your face with your hands. It doesn’t accomplish much. “Yes, you did,” you answer, your voice gravelly. “But I still had to punish you.”
Betty wiggles. “I’m glad,” she says. “Naughty girls should be punished.” She gets up onto her knees and leans in close. “And I’m naughty an awful lot,” she whispers. “I think you’ll need to come back and punish me again.”
The dominatrix helps you to your feet and escorts you to the door, letting you lean against her for support until you catch your breath. Then she blows you a kiss and shoos you up onto the street. <<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You select a cell with a sturdy chair bolted to the middle of the floor. You gesture Betty toward it. “Sit,” you tell her.
Betty strolls past you, her tail held high. You can’t help but watch the peekaboo window in the back of her catsuit. She smiles slyly over her shoulder at you, then turns around and sits primly in the chair with her tail flopped over its back. “And now?” she asks.
You walk over to a bin against the wall and pull out several lengths of silk rope and a tube of lube. You step over behind the skunk woman and tie her securely to the chair with her hands behind her. You lean in to speak softly in her ear. “And now I get to have fun,” you tell her. You saunter around in front of your captive and smile down at her.
Betty grins up at you. “By all means,” she purrs. “Let’s.”
You undress and toss your clothes aside. “You misunderstand me,” you say. “I said I get to have fun.” You smile. “You just get to watch.” You start to stroke yourself slowly, applying a good squeeze of lube.
Betty’s smile falters a little. “Watching is good,” she admits, “as long as you take care of me afterward.”
“Who said anything about that?” you tease.
Betty’s smile vanishes and she glares up at you. “You wouldn’t dare,” she growls. She raises her tail.
You start to stroke yourself faster. “Wouldn’t I?” you gloat. “And why not? You’re in no position to threaten anything except your chair.”
The skunk woman gnashes her teeth, but says nothing. You laugh, making her scowl even harder. You pump your hard-on vigorously, standing so close to Betty that your knees brush the front edge of her chair. Your captive alternates between glaring up at you and staring down at your cock.
Before long, you feel an orgasm building. You aim carefully and pump even faster, spurting your load all over Betty’s cleavage. “That looks good on you,” you pant. You step back and collect your clothes.
Betty’s tail twitches back and forth. “Now untie me,” she growls as you get dressed.
You finish getting your clothes on and then walk around behind the chair. “Certainly,” you say airily. You untie her hands. “I’ll leave you to get your own legs,” you tell her. “I’m going to head out front and give you a little privacy.” You scoot off down the hall before the skunk woman can get her legs free and get out of the chair.
You pause at the front door, wondering what your next move should be. You hear Betty’s boots in the hallway as she approaches. <<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
You stroll up and down the hall until you find a cell with a hip-high, padded table surrounded by manacles bolted to the floor. You go in and survey the shelves of toys along the wall. “This will do nicely,” you declare. You lead Betty over to the table. “Bend over,” you order her.
“Ooh,” Betty coos. “Feeling bold, are we?” she bends over the table with her tail held high.
You kneel down behind the skunk woman and lock her ankles into the handy manacles. That brings your face down near her curvy ass, and you spend a moment admiring the view. The heart-shaped window in the back of her catsuit exposes just enough butt cheek to be tantalizing, and the skunk’s pussy and asshole peek out between her buns. She wiggles her business end in your face. You feel a curious mixture of arousal and nervousness, and you linger behind her for several long moments.
Then you stand and go around to the other end of the table. You shackle Betty’s wrists in place, and she leers up at you. “That was pretty risky, lingering behind me like that,” she tells you.
“A little risk can be exciting, don’t you think?” you ask her.
“Oh, by all means,” she agrees.
You stride over to the toys. You select a butt plug and some lube, and you stride over behind Betty again. She cranes her neck to try to see what you’re doing, but the chains prevent her from getting a good view. “As I said, a little risk can be a good thing,” you muse. You smear lube all over the skunk woman’s asshole, and she lifts her rear up eagerly. “But too much risk can ruin the fun,” you add. You prod her back door with the tip of the butt plug.
“What?!” Betty squawks. “Don’t you dare put a¬—“ her words break into a squeal as you slide the plug deep into her ass. She yanks hard on her shackles, making the chains snap taut. But her dungeon is too well constructed for her to break free.
“Now, now,” you chide her. “Behave yourself. I can’t have you spraying me while I fuck you.”
“Pull that out right now, you sonofabitch!” Betty snarls. “Or I will make you regret it!”
“Ha!” you retort. “You’re only proving to me that it was a good idea to disarm you.”
Betty writhes and thrashes, making her chains rattle. “I worked hard to get this artillery,” she growls. “I didn’t do it just so some bitch-ass amateur could come along and shove a cork in the barrel!”
You laugh. “Then maybe you shouldn’t leave these things laying around,” you tell her. You press even harder on the plug with your hand, making her snarl wordlessly. “And now,” you say, “I think I’ll have some nice, safe fun.”
You unfasten your pants and push them down partway. You grab your hard-on with your free hand and guide it to Betty’s pussy. Despite her fury, she is most definitely wet. “You bastard,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “Those plugs are for my prisoners.”
“And now it’s for mine,” you tell her. You slide your cock into her pussy, and Betty lets out a growling moan. You start pumping her pussy vigorously, too eager to start out slowly. But you keep a thumb firmly pressed against the base of the butt plug.
“So full,” Betty says, her voice guttural. Her ass clenches and flexes, and you suspect she is trying to push the offending stopper out. “Take it out!” she pants. Her tail sticks straight up in the air.
You keep pistoning into her tight, hot tunnel. “No chance,” you say breathlessly. “Not until I’m finished with you.”
“Motherfucker,” Betty mutters. She lets out a long, hoarse groan.
You bury yourself up to the hilt and hold yourself there, spilling your load into the skunk woman’s pussy. Her tail fur fans out, and she arches her back, straining against the chains. You grip the base of the butt plug and twist it back and forth.
Betty lets out an outraged snarl that turns into a scream. Her body quakes and her tail quivers. Then she slumps, panting, against the tabletop.
You pull your pants back up and fasten them. Then you kneel behind Betty again and unlock the shackles. You stand and step carefully around beside the table, getting as close to the skunk woman’s head as you can. She watches you, glaring. You reach back and slide the butt plug out of her ass. “Now you’re in for it,” she snarls. She starts to twist her hips to the side and arch her back.
You scurry around in front of Betty. “Now hold on!” you blurt. “If you spray me now, I’ll just leave your wrists chained up!”
Betty glares up at you. “Asshole,” she spits.
“Promise you won’t spray me, and I’ll release you,” you tell her.
Betty grinds her teeth. “Fine,” she says eventually. “I won’t spray you… this time.”
You figure that’s as good a promise as you’re going to get. You unlock Betty’s wrists. She sits up, glaring at you. You decide to head out to the dungeon’s entryway while the getting is good. You hear the skunk woman’s boots clomping on the stone floor just a few steps behind you.<<set $dominatrix_mood = -3; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood; $dominatrix_sex +=1>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
Betty stands and admires her handiwork. She directs a razor-thin smile at her victim as she watches her suffer.
Suddenly, the skunk woman pivots and takes two swift strides toward you, covering the distance between you in the span of a heartbeat. She pivots again, bends over, and slams her ass into your face, pinning your head against the corner. Your nose is wedged directly between her cheeks. “Misery loves company,” she sneers.
Surprise makes you hesitate a moment too long. You are just raising your hands to push Betty away when she unleashes a thick geyser of skunk spray right on your nose. The noxious stuff floods over your nose, cheeks and mouth. The stink explodes in your nostrils, filling your lungs. You splutter in shock, your face contorted into a horrified grimace.
Betty starts wriggling her ass, smearing the putrid musk around. You raise your hands and grab her buns, frantically trying to push her away. You have a hard time getting a grip, and an even harder time getting enough leverage to dislodge her. By the time you finally manage to shove the skunk woman’s ass off your face, her anal perfume has thoroughly saturated your skin. Her pale buns glisten wetly golden in front of you.
“Hands off, or I’ll let you have another shot,” Betty warns. You let go of her ass as if it were a hot griddle. “Better,” she says over her shoulder. “I’m tempted to lock the two of you in here with the stink,” she tells you, “but I don’t think your partner in crime deserves it.”
She pauses, as if waiting for a response of some sort from you. The scent of skunk hangs thickly around your head, making you struggle for breath. You don’t know what you could say, and you wouldn’t trust your voice if you did. So you just sit in silence, enduring the stink.
Betty smiles, but there is no warmth in it. “Consider that a little visit from karma,” she says. “Next time you come to see me, maybe you should work on a better outcome for yourself.” Her smile broadens. “But I really don’t mind if you fail.”
Finally, the skunk woman stands and steps aside. You haul yourself to your feet and stagger down the hall and out the door. <<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
Betty stands and admires her handiwork. Then she turns to you. “Is that what you came to see?” she asks.
You nod. “Yes,” you say, trying to breathe shallowly. “That was an impressive performance.”
Betty strides over to you and puts a finger under your chin, lifting your eyes toward hers. “Maybe someday you’ll get an even better look,” she says.
You swallow slowly, and the scent of skunk makes you gag. “Maybe someday,” you concede, glad enough to defer that particular worry for another time. <<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
Betty stands and admires her handiwork. She directs a razor-thin smile at her victim as she watches her suffer.
Then she turns that wicked smile on you. “And what about you?” she purrs. “Do you think you can do any better than she did?” She strides over to you, turns around slowly, and bends over. You find yourself staring right down the barrel of the skunk woman’s fragrant artillery. Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage.
Do you say the safe word?
[[No|Dungeon 4_3_1]]
<<if $safe_word is true>>[[Yes|Dungeon 4_3_2]]<<endif>>
You stare at the skunk woman’s asshole as it starts to pucker. “3-methyl-1-butanethiol,” you recite carefully, your voice quavering with nervousness.
Betty freezes in place. Her asshole slowly relaxes. She twists her shoulders to get a better look back at you and frowns. “I doubt you’re a chemistry expert,” she says slowly. “That means someone must have told you this week’s safe word.” She sighs heavily. “Spoilsport,” she mutters. She stands up, turns around, and looks down at you. “So I guess I’ll be letting you go.” <<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_moof -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<nobr>>
<<if $handcuffs is false and $dominatrix_mood>0>>Then she turns, takes a pair of handcuffs off a nearby table, and puts them in your hand along with the key. “Take these,” she tells you. “Someone who uses a safe word before things even get interesting should probably practice their kinks on someone else.” She frowns. “Then maybe you’ll be more entertaining.”<<set $handcuffs = true; $clues +=1>><br><br><<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 2">>
<<if $safe_word is false>>You don’t know the safe word, so you decide that bravado is your best option.<<else>>You know the safe word, but you decide to try to impress the malodorous dominatrix instead.<<endif>> “I could,” you tell her, “but why would I? Safe words kill the fun.”
Betty’s gives you a broad, brilliant smile. “That they do,” she agrees. “Of course,” she continues, “you’re probably only saying that because you thought that was this week’s word, too.” She reaches around behind her with both hands and spreads her cheeks wide, making her asshole pucker ominously. “E-2-butene-1-thiol,” she says, slowly and clearly. “Do you know what that is?”
You shake your head. “No,” you admit. “I don’t.”
Two fleshy red nubs slide out of Betty’s asshole. She chuckles softly, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. “It’s one of the ingredients in the marvelous concoction you’re about to smell,” she explains. “Normally, I don’t go in for such egghead terms,” she says, “but that one excites me!” A shiver runs through her body, and you find yourself holding your breath.
“Last chance,” Betty warns. “Do you really want me to do this?”
You stare in horror at the skunk’s exposed weaponry. “No,” you say softly. “I really, really don’t.” You swallow hard. “But I’m not going to stop you, eith—”
Betty lets loose, choking off the last of your sentence with a foul shower of gleaming, yellow droplets. You gasp in surprise, which draws a horrifying amount of her anal perfume deep into your lungs. You start coughing uncontrollably, each cough seeming to drive the scent even deeper into your lungs and into your head. Your nostrils sting and your eyes burn. The scent is so thick it leaves a bitter flavor in the back of your mouth, and your face contorts in disgust.
Betty wiggles her rear slowly from side to side, watching you over her shoulder. Her weaponry has slid back inside, out of sight. Her asshole clenches, but then relaxes again. Your coughing fit slowly subsides, and you wheeze raggedly, the vile scent filling your nose and lungs.
Betty whirls suddenly, grabs your head with both hands, and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her breath whooshes in her nostrils, and you wonder how she can breathe so easily. She releases you, and wipes at the golden film on her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s a memorable little chemical formula, don’t you think?” she gasps. “Come back and see me any time you want to smell it.”
Betty stands and strides out of the room, the sound of her boots fading down the hall. You and her other victim look at each other and shrug. You help each other to your feet and stagger out of the dungeon. She stops on the bottom stair leading up to the street. “I’ve never seen you before in my life,” she rasps. “Understand?”
You nod. “Got it,” you wheeze. You stagger up the stairs, and the two of you head off in different directions. <<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
<<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You scratch the back of your head and consider how best to convey your problem. “My girlfriend, Rose, is turning into a skunk woman,” you start to explain.
“Lucky you!” Betty interrupts. “And I have to say, Rose is an excellent name for a skunk.”
You clear your throat. “Yes, well,” you say. “I suppose that’s true. But here’s the thing: she doesn’t actually want to be a skunk.”
Betty frowns. “Why on earth not?” she asks. “Doesn’t she know how much fun it can be?” Her face brightens. “Oh, I see!” she says. “You want me to talk to her and explain why it’s a good thing.”
“Well, no,” you admit. “I was hoping you might know how we could get our hands on a copy of a book called //Mad Science, the Advanced Course//. Dr. Devious is willing to trade the nanite controller for it.”
Betty’s frown returns, even deeper than before. “Oh, that book,” she says flatly. “As it just so happens, I do know where a copy of it is.”
Your face brightens. “Great!” you say. “Please, tell me where.”
“Why should I?” Betty scoffs. “I like the idea of having another skunk girl around. I could show her the ropes.” She runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of her teeth. “Know what I mean?”
“Please,” you repeat. “Isn’t there any way I can persuade you to help us?”
Betty tilts her head to the side. “There is one way you could make it worth my while,” she says, frowning thoughtfully.
“What’s that?” you ask.
Betty eyes you up and down. “I tie you up, and you sniff my ass,” she tells you. “No matter what I do to you.” You groan, and the sound makes Betty smile. “What do you say?” she asks.
[[Refuse|Dungeon 6_1_1]]
[[Agree to sniff her ass|Dungeon 6_1_2]]
“It seems to me that being a skunk is a perfect fit with being a dominatrix,” you observe. “It gives you more options for making people suffer.”
Betty gives you a smug smile. “That it does,” she agrees. She flirts her tail. “Is that a request for a demonstration?”
You hold up your hands. “No, no,” you say hastily. You see her disappointed expression and add, “Not right now, at least.” Betty’s expression brightens, and you continue onward before she can derail you any further. “But it seems to me a pretty lucky coincidence that you got transformed. How did it happen?”
Betty laughs heartily. Her bare breasts jiggle, making it hard to keep looking at her face. After a moment’s hesitation, you give up and stare at her chest. You expect that she, of all people, isn’t likely to mind. “It wasn’t a coincidence,” she tells you.
“What?!” you blurt, looking up at her face again.
“I went looking for Dr. Devious and demanded to be changed,” Betty explains. “It just sounded too delicious to miss out on when other women started to get transformed.” She winks at you. “Mind you, it wasn’t easy to get to him. I had to tangle with a lot of skunks, and I wasn’t armed yet.” She shivers and licks her lips. “What an amazing amount of suffering they dished out.”
You boggle at your new insight into the curvy dominatrix’s personality. “So how do I find him?” you ask her.
Betty shakes her head. “You’ll have to figure that out for yourself,” she tells you. “I gave my word not to reveal his location. But I’ll tell you this much: follow your nose.”
You groan. “That doesn’t narrow it down much in this town,” you complain.
Betty laughs and leans closer to you, raising her tail straight up. “It doesn’t even narrow it down much in this room,” she purrs. But then she winks at you. “So think about it. I’m sure a bright boy like you can come up with something.” She reaches down and caresses your crotch. “And in the meantime, it feels like something is coming up.”
You blush, feeling yourself grow hard in response to her touch.
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
“I was wondering what you could tell me about your other customers,” you tell Betty. “Particularly any of the skunk women I’ve run into around town.”
Betty frowns. “Privacy is important in a place like mine,” she tells you. “I don’t discuss my clients with anyone, including each other.” She gives a little sniff. “So did you actually come here to have some fun, or are you just snooping around?”<<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>>
<<display "Dungeon Options 1">>
You pass under a large metal arch with the words “Hereford Wildlife Sanctuary” worked into it. It’s attached to a high, wrought-iron fence with spikes at the top. Trees extend off into the distance as far as you can see, which isn’t far. The forest is pretty thick. The trees are well established, though, keeping the undergrowth from being too thick to pass through. You see a series of faint dirt paths winding away into the distance. You’re not sure if they’re intended for people or if they’re animal trails. They could be some of each, for that matter.<<set $alarm = false; $backtrack = false>>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3]]
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
<<nobr>><<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair|Guard 1][$backtrack = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $guard1_encountered is true>>[[Go to the place where you met the yellow-eyed skunk guard|Guard 1][$backtrack = false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10)>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 5>>
<<else>><<set $target = 7>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = $destination>>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Forest 4">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
You come to a spot where the underbrush is thicker than it has been in the rest of the sanctuary. You could manage to pick your way through it without the trail if you had to, but it would be slow going. The trail winds its way through the least dense areas, curling around the larger trees and dense thickets. <<set $current_skunk = "Guard 1"; $current_mood = random(2,3); $skunked_now = false>><<if $guard1_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Forest 1">><<if previous() is "Forest 1">><<set $backtrack = true>><<endif>>
<<if $guard1_defeated is true and $alarm is false>><<set $scene = "Guard 1_0_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 1_0_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>
You pass through the gate of the wildlife sanctuary and look around. You don’t actually see any wildlife, although you do hear a few birds singing in the distance. There is no sign of anyone else, and no indication that anyone else has been here recently. You think you catch the scent of skunk on the breeze, but it could be your imagination. Skunks do seem to have taken a sudden and central role in your life of late.
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3]]
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
<<nobr>><<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair|Guard 1][$backtrack = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $guard1_encountered is true>>[[Go to the place where you met the yellow-eyed skunk guard|Guard 1][$backtrack = false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>You find yourself in a stretch of woods that has a lot more birch trees than the parts you’ve seen elsewhere. Sunlight penetrates to the forest floor here, and you take a moment to soak up the sunshine. Deer tracks cross your path in a number of places, and many of the leaves appear to have been stripped off the lowest tree branches. <<if $guard1_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<if $lost is false>><<set $forest1_found = true>><<endif>><<if $forest1_found is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Guard 2"; $current_skunk = "">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3][$skunked_now = false]]
<<nobr>>
<<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Guard 1][$backtrack=true; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair of Dr. Devious|Guard 2][$backtrack=false; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $guard2_encountered is true and $lost is false>>[[Go to the place where you met the green-eyed skunk guard|Guard 2][$backtrack=false; $skunked_now = false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>
You come to a place where the trail you are on runs beside a stream on one side, and thick forest on the other. The stream is fast-running, and the rocks look slippery. You suspect it would be tricky to cross it, especially if you were in a hurry. You’d probably have better luck in the forest if you needed to leave the trail, but it would be slow going. <<set $current_skunk = "Guard 2"; $current_mood = random(0,1); $skunked_now = false>><<if $guard1_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Forest 2">><<if previous() is "Forest 2">><<set $backtrack = true>><<endif>>
<<if $guard2_defeated is true and $alarm is false>><<set $scene = "Guard 2_0_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 2_0_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>
You find yourself in a section of oak trees so tall and thick that the light underneath them is dim and green-tinted. A large stone outcropping stands beside the trail, dark and looming. A few trickles of water make their way down the rock face, leaving it moist. You wonder where the water could be coming from, but you don’t see any good way to climb up and see. <<if $guard2_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<if $lost is false>><<set $forest2_found = true>><<endif>><<if $forest2_found is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Guard 3"; $current_skunk = "">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3][$skunked_now = false]]
<<nobr>><<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Guard 2][$backtrack=true; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair|Guard 3][$backtrack=false; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $guard3_encountered is true and $lost is false>>[[Go to the place where you met the red-eyed skunk guard|Guard 3][$backtrack=false; $skunked_now = false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>
You come to a spot where the path winds along the side of a steep rock face. It stretches high above you to your left and steeply below you to your right. The rock looks crumbly, too treacherous to climb. The trail reaches a broad, flat area at one point, maybe thirty or forty yards across, and then continues on along the steep rocks beyond. Trees crowd the little area, making it feel cramped. <<set $current_skunk = "Guard 3"; $current_mood = 0; $skunked_now = false>><<if $guard1_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Forest 3">><<if previous() is "Forest 3">><<set $backtrack = true>><<endif>>
<<if $guard3_defeated is true and $alarm is false>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_0_1">><<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_0_2">><<endif>><<display $scene>>
You find yourself in a grove of evergreens. There are claw marks on several of the trunks, as if something has been scratching at the bark. The smell of pine sap is strong, and you see droplets of it clinging to the tree trunks. Honey bees buzz here and there, industriously seeking out flowers. You step carefully around the flowers, careful not to disturb the bees. <<if $guard2_passed is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<if $lost is false>><<set $forest3_found = true>><<endif>><<if $forest3_found is true>><<set $lost = false>><<endif>><<set $destination = "Lair 0";$current_skunk = "">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3][$skunked_now = false]]
<<nobr>><<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Guard 3][$backtrack=true; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false and visited("Lair 0") is 0>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair of Dr. Devious|Lair 0][$backtrack = false; $skunked_now = false]]<br><<endif>>
<<if visited("Lair 0") > 0>>[[Go to the lair of Dr. Devious|Lair 0][$skunked_now = false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>You come to a large stone manor nestled among the trees. It has castle-like features and an oversized, heavy oak door. A thick hedge surrounds it, almost like a moat, and you can’t help but chuckle. If a B-movie director were looking for a set for his villain’s lair, this place would fit the bill perfectly.<<set $current_skunk = ""; $skunked_now = false>>
<<display "Lair Options">>
<<display $destination>>You look around cautiously, but the yellow-eyed skunk guard is nowhere to be seen.<<set $destination = "Forest 1">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3]]
<<nobr>><<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Forest 0]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair of Dr. Devious|Forest 1]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $forest1_found is true and $lost is false>>[[Go to the birch grove you found before|Forest 1][$backtrack=false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>[>img[Guard_01.jpg]]You round a curve, and in the middle of the trial stands a skunk woman. She is short and slim, but busty. Her body is covered in short fur from the breasts down, although stretches of smooth skin are visible on her thighs and hips. Bands of white swirl through the black fur, making a striking contrast to the woman’s tan skin. Her short, white hair has gray highlights, and is thick enough to remind you of a well-coiffed helmet. She peers at you intently with pale amber eyes, and her lips are quirked up in mischievous-looking smile. Apart from her fur, she is stark naked, and it’s hard to keep your eyes from roaming over her curves.
You stop, ready to retreat if necessary, but the skunk woman just stands in the trail, waiting. You give a mental shrug and decide it can’t hurt to try the direct approach. “I’m looking for Dr. Devious,” you tell her.
The skunk smiles broadly. “Wonderful!” she exclaims. “Another victim!” She raises her tail and starts striding toward you, her hips swaying.
“Now hold on a minute,” you say, backing up. You gesture up the trail behind her. “I just want to go up that path. I’m not looking for trouble.”
The skunk woman continues to advance. “You found trouble, whether or not you were looking for it,” she tells you. “You see, I really like my job as one of the Doc’s guards.” She flicks her tail. “It lets me do what I enjoy the most.”
You decide it’s better not to ask what it is she enjoys the most. You suspect you already know. <<set $guard1_encountered = true>>
[[Try to get past her|Guard 1_1]]
[[Talk dirty to her to distract her|Guard 1_2]]
[[Make a pass at her|Guard 1_3]]
[[Run away|Guard 1_4]]
<<if $cash is true>>[[Wrestle her|Guard 1_5]]<<endif>>
There isn’t a lot of room beside the trail before the underbrush gets really thick, but there’s enough that you think you might be able to get by her safely. You fake right and then dart to the left off the trail, trying to sprint past her.
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10) - $drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = "Guard 1_1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 1_1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
The little skunk woman seems like she might be even more trigger-happy than Betty, if that’s possible. You decide to try some dirty talk about her skunky nature, since Betty seemed to appreciate it. Maybe if you get friendly enough with her, you can persuade her to let you past. You smile at her and say, <<print either("“I’ll bet just the sight of your ass makes people tremble in fear, doesn’t it?”","“So what happens if you fuck a skunk up the ass? Is it heaven or hell, or a little bit of both?”","“Have you ever sprayed anyone who was fucking you doggy style?”","“Reverse skunk girl sounds a lot more dangerous than reverse cowgirl. But I sure wouldn’t complain about the view.”","“Has anyone ever been brave enough to ask you to sit in their face?”")>>
The skunk woman laughs. “It sounds to me like you’re more interested in Dr. Devious’ guards than you are in the doctor himself.” The tip of her tail flicks ominously. “Luckily for you, I’m happy to help you satisfy your curiosity about the dangers of skunk women.”
“Now, hold on,” you say nervously. You start to hold up your hands in a gesture for patience, but the skunk woman doesn’t seem the patient sort. She spins in place and bends over in one smooth, swift motion. You barely see the lightning-quick pucker of her asshole as she sprays a thick plume of her anal perfume right between your hands. Skunk spray rains onto your face, ripping your breath away. The acrid musk gets in your eyes, burning horribly and blinding you. You try to suck in air, but your chest shudders, rebelling at the horrifying aroma that fills your lungs with each breath.
You spin on your heel and stumble back down the path, retreating with as much haste as you can manage when you are blinded and breathless. The skunk woman’s laughter follows you, growing rapidly fainter. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard1_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 1">>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 1">><<else>><<display "Forest 0">><<endif>>
You smile at the skunk woman. “You know what?” you venture. “You’re actually much more interesting than some scientist. What do you say we spend a little quality time together?”
The skunk leers at you. “Now that’s more like it,” she tells you. She drops to her knees in front of you and yanks your pants open and down. Your cock bobs free in her face, already half hard from being around such an attractive, naked woman. “Yum!” she says, and gives you a long, slow lick.
You moan softly and lean against a nearby tree. You’re a little shocked at how easy it was to persuade her to get physical with you, but you’re not about to complain. She starts sucking eagerly on your dick, making an appreciative-sounding slurping and humming. Soon, your knees start to tremble.
The skunk woman releases your cock with a wet slurp and smiles up at you. “Lie down,” she says. You gladly comply, stretching out on your back on the soft moss beside the trail. She kneels beside you and resumes her skillful blowjob. Your eyes droop closed as you soak up the amazing sensations.
[>img[Guard_01_03.jpg]]Suddenly, a weight lands on your chest. Your eyes fly open and you see that the skunk has flung herself on top of you, pivoting so that the two of you are in a 69. The sight of a skunk woman’s ass in your face makes your eyes widen in panic. “Time to do your share,” she says with a laugh, wiggling her firm, round tush in your face.
Arguing with the skunk seems like a bad idea. You start to lick her pussy, trying to ignore the fact that it makes you press your nose against her asshole. The skunk hums happily, which feels wonderful on your cock. You lap eagerly at her snatch, enjoying her tangy juices as they start to flow. Her buns wriggle against your face as you lick. It feels good, but it makes you have to steal breath when you can get it.
Time drifts by, and you do your best to give the curvy little skunk woman as much pleasure as she is giving you. You dart and stab and flutter your tongue, licking every which way you can think of. You feel an orgasm building, and you have to concentrate to keep licking. The skunk clamps her buns together, and you have to peel them apart with your fingers to get a breath, sniffing right at her back door.
When you do, the skunk’s asshole swells and her scent glands peek out for just the briefest instant – just long enough to fire. Skunk spray spatters all over your face, making you gasp in shock. You inhale the horrible scent, drawing it deep into your lungs. You gag on the stink, but at the same time you cum, filling the skunk woman’s mouth with your jizz. Your back arches and your muscles strain as you are overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations.
“I told you I like this part of the job,” the skunk woman gloats. You feel her asshole swell again, more slowly this time. The nubs of her scent glands brush lightly against your nose. You heave and twist, throwing the skunk off you. You scramble to your feet, lungs heaving on the stench. The skunk woman was surprised by your abrupt escape, but she is already starting to stand up as well. You turn and charge down the path, back the way you came, pulling your pants up as you go. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard"; $guard_sex +=1>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 1">><<else>><<display "Forest 0">><<endif>>
You don’t feel up to tangling with another skunk woman just now. You turn and run, striking out away from the path. You hear the skunk cry out in surprise, and within moments you hear her weaving through the underbrush behind you. You dodge around trees and through brambles, trying to work your way back toward the path without closing the distance between you and your pursuer.
After a few minutes, you no longer hear footsteps behind you. But you quickly realize you have no idea where the path is.
<<display "Forest 4">>
You drop into a wrestling crouch and start to approach the skunk, looking for an opportunity to take her down.
The skunk smiles. “Feeling bold, are we?” she teases. She drops into a crouch of her own, mirroring you. “Not many people are willing to tangle with a skunk so directly.”
You smile back. “I have a little experience with skunk wrangling,” you tell her. The two of you circle each other for a while. The skunk catches her foot on a protruding root and stumbles slightly, and you charge in, arms outstretched.
You grab the skunk woman’s leg and pull upward, hard and fast. She lands on her back, her breath exploding out of her. You solidify your grip, holding her legs high in the air and leaning to pin her shoulders into the soft, yielding moss.
<<if $alarm is false>><<display "Guard 1_5_1">><<else>><<display "Guard 1_5_2">><<endif>>
The skunk woman is caught off guard, spinning to take aim at where you would have been if you had gone to the right. She scampers after you, but the prospect of getting caught by a skunk gives you enough of an adrenaline rush to outdistance her. You tear off down the trail, kicking up bits of dirt and dead leaves in your haste. “Fuck!” you hear behind you, but the sound of your pursuer’s footsteps are receding.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard1_passed = true>><<endif>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 0">><<else>><<display "Forest 1">><<endif>>
The skunk woman spins smoothly in place as you try to get past her. As her curvy little rear swings around toward you, she sprays, leading you with a thick cloud of fine, gleaming mist. You try to change direction, but it’s too late. You charge headlong into the golden fog, and the stench of skunk washes over you. Your head and chest are damp and slick with the stinking oil. Your eyes burn and sting, and tears start to flow freely, blurring your vision.
Another plume of mist coats your right side, and you dodge away instinctively, trying to blink your surroundings back into focus. You go crashing through a patch of bushes, the branches scraping your skin. Skunk spray burns each little abrasion, and you charge onward, stumbling over roots and uneven ground.
You wheeze as you crash through the underbrush, each desperate breath filling your lungs with the stink of skunk. You’re making so much noise that you can’t tell if the skunk is in pursuit or not, but you don’t want to risk stopping when you can’t see properly. You charge doggedly onward, holding your forearms up to protect you face.
Finally, you manage to blink away the worst of the tears and bring your world back into focus.<<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard1_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 1">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
The skunk pushes against you, straining her legs, but she can’t budge you. She taps her hand on the ground several times. “Uncle,” she grunts.
You relax slowly, expecting treachery. But the skunk sits up, rubbing her back, and smiles at you. “Those were some nice moves,” she tells you. “I guess I can let you past me.” She shakes her head. “But if anyone asks, you cheated.”
You laugh. “I can live with that,” you tell her. You help her to her feet and head off down the trail.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard1_passed = true>><<endif>><<set $guard1_defeated = true>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 0">><<else>><<display "Forest 1">><<endif>>
Suddenly, you feel strong fingers grip your crotch. You let out a whoop of surprise, and you lose your grip on her legs for just an instant. The skunk woman flips her legs up even higher, twisting her body around and slipping them to either side of your head. She moves like a striking snake, and before you realize what has happened, she has you in a scissor lock with your face against her buns.
“Wrangle this!” she crows. She sprays, drenching your face with reeking, clinging musk. You try to pry her legs apart, but her thighs are far too strong. You writhe and thrash, trying to twist your way loose, but all you manage to do is smear your face against her fuzzy buns. “Hey!” the skunk exclaims, laughing. “You’re getting my butt all stinky!” She sprays again, soaking you with her anal perfume.
Suddenly, the skunk releases her scissor lock. You collapse to the ground, choking and wheezing. “Sucker,” she says with a giggle. “I like to cheat when I wrestle.” She stands over you, looking down with her hands on her hips. “Besides, I couldn’t let you win now that the doc knows you’re trying to find his lab.”
Then she turns around slowly and bends over. “I’ll give you a chance to run away, but that’s the best I’m willing to do.” She winks at you. “I won’t wait long, though”
You stare up at her gorgeous ass and raised tail, wheezing hard. You haul yourself to your feet as quickly as you can, but it seems painfully slow to you. You expect the little skunk to let loose at any moment. But so far, she has held off. You turn and stagger down the path in the direction you came. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard1_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 1">>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 1">><<else>><<display "Forest 0">><<endif>>
You look around cautiously, but the green-eyed skunk guard is nowhere to be seen.<<set $destination = "Forest 1">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3]]
<<nobr>><<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Forest 1]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair of Dr. Devious|Forest 2]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $forest1_found is true and $lost is false>>[[Go to the oak grove you found before|Forest 1][$backtrack=false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>[>img[Guard_02.jpg]]Beside the stream stands a nude, busty skunk girl with vivid green eyes. She has a small red jewel set in her forehead. <<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard3_encountered is true>>Her fur pattern is strikingly similar to the first skunk you met in the sanctuary. <<endif>>Her body is covered in short fur from the breasts down, although stretches of smooth skin are visible on her thighs and hips. Bands of white swirl through the black fur, making a striking contrast to the woman’s tan skin. Her white, shoulder-length hair is highlighted with gray. She looks at you calmly and raises an eyebrow.
You square your shoulders and take a deep breath. <<if $skunked is true>>You do your best not to grimace at the scent of skunk that clings to you, but your nose still wrinkles a little. <<endif>>You can’t think of an approach that is more likely to work than honesty, and so you tell her, “I’m trying to find Dr. Devious.”
The woman sighs. “I’m sure you are,” she says. “But the good doctor doesn’t generally care to be found.”
“The good doctor?” you echo. “That’s a strange way to talk about someone who used nanites to transform your body against your will.”
The skunk shrugs. “I’m actually quite fond of my changes,” she tells you. “And in return for the favor he did for me, I have agreed to help ensure the doctor’s privacy. Please understand I have nothing personal against you.”
You sigh heavily. “So you won’t just let me by?”
The skunk shakes her head and raises her tail. “I’m afraid I can’t,” she tells you. “It really would be best for you to just go back to town.” <<set $guard2_encountered = true>>
[[Try to get past her|Guard 2_1]]
[[Flirt with her to distract her|Guard 2_2]]
[[Make a pass at her|Guard 2_3]]
[[Run away|Guard 2_4]]
<<if $riddle is true>>[[Ask her the riddle|Guard 2_5]]<<endif>>
You hold your hands up. “Okay, I get the message,” you tell the skunk woman. “I’ll be on my way.” You turn as if to go back the way you came, but then you continue your turn, spinning back toward the skunk guarding the trail. You grab her wrist and trip her, sending her sprawling toward the stream.
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10) - $drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = "Guard 2_1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 2_1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
This skunk’s vocabulary and word choice make you suspect she’s well educated. She reminds you a little of Heather, and you decide to try flirting with her.
<<print either("You look deeply into the skunk woman’s green eyes. “You have such beautiful eyes,” you tell her. “I could get lost gazing into them.”","“I hope this doesn’t sound too strange,” you say, “but may I touch your tail?” The skunk raises an eyebrow and turns sideways, her tail in the air. You reach out and stroke the fur gently, almost tentatively. “Your fur is so soft,” you say. “I can’t imagine I’d ever get tired of touching it.”","You gesture at the guard’s tail. “Are those racing stripes?” you ask her. “Because I’m hoping you’re a fast woman.”","“So what’s it like being a skunk?” you ask the skunk woman. “I’ll bet it’s a lot harder to blame the dog now.”","You look pointedly at the guard’s bare breasts. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m having a really hard time meeting your eyes. But I’ll bet you’re used to that, aren’t you?”","“I’ve always wondered what sex with a skunk girl is like,” you tell the skunk. “Do you ever get so excited that you accidentally… you know… let go?”")>>
The guard rolls her eyes. “Did you really expect a line like that would get you on my good side?” she asks haughtily.
You shrug. “It was worth a try,” you tell her.
[>img[Guard_02_02.jpg]]Without warning, she shoves you hard with both hands. You stumble backward and trip over a tree root. The skunk springs lightly over your head and lands sitting on your face. She grabs your legs and pulls upward, pinning you very effectively under her ass. She wiggles her hips, nestling her asshole against your nose. “Your listening skills are appallingly poor,” she says. “You leave me no choice but to use more stringent measures to deter you.”
You feel the skunk’s asshole pucker against your nose. You struggle as hard as you can, but you can’t get any leverage. The nubs of her perfume dispensers brush lightly against your nostrils. You hold your breath, bracing yourself for the worst.
The skunk just waits. You realize that she can feel that you’re not breathing, and you’re sure she’ll choose the worst possible time to let loose. But you still can’t bring yourself to breathe until you absolutely have to. Your lungs ache, but you ignore them. Finally, you can’t help it any longer. You let out your breath in a big whoosh and start to inhale.
The skunk sprays, sending a fine mist right up your nose. It’s as feather-light as a nasal spray, but it burns all the way up and reeks like hell. Your eyes water and your lungs heave. You sneeze, which only drives the stench deeper into your sinuses. It feels like your head nearly exploded from the stink.
You inhale again, raggedly, and the skunk lets loose a second time. More fine, vile-smelling mist bursts up your nose, and the overspray coats your face with an oily, tingling film. You shake your head back and forth, trying to escape her ass, but she clamps her heels against your head painfully hard and nestles her back door onto your nose once more.
The skunk woman bounces in her seat, drawing pained grunts from you. Then she sits back even further, pressing down with all her weight. You can’t breathe at all, and you thrash desperately, trying to escape. Your lungs burn from the skunk spray and the lack of air.
Finally, the skunk leans forward a little and lifts part of her weight off your face. You suck air desperately through your nose. She sprays yet a third time, filling your nostrils with so much reeking mist that they clog up with the clinging, burning oil. The stench makes you dizzy, and you retch from the sheer potency of it.
The skunk stands up and steps to the side. “If you still think it was worth a try, feel free to flirt with me again. Otherwise, I’d suggest you beat a hasty retreat before I decide you need another object lesson.”
You roll over slowly and manage to wobble up onto your hands and knees. You crawl along the path, back the way you came, until you have enough strength to stand and stagger away. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard">>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 2">><<else>><<display "Forest 1">><<endif>>
You eye the skunk guard up and down. “It would be a shame to come all this way just to turn around and go home,” you tell her. “Why don’t we spend some time together?”
The skunk woman raises an eyebrow at you again. “What did you have in mind?” she asks coolly.
You smile. “You said you were fond of your changes,” you say. “And I have to say, your body is very impressive. Maybe you could show me that a skunk woman’s body is good for more than just stinking the place up.”
The guard purses her lips, not responding for a few moments. “I suppose I could do that,” she says slowly. “But you’ll have to make it entertaining for me, too.”
You lick your lips. “What did you have in mind?” you ask.
The skunk gives you a small shrug. “My favorite position is 69,” she tells you.
You stifle a groan. You consider backing out, but you suspect that would annoy her and make your task of getting past her even more difficult. “All right,” you say. “I’ll do it.” You strip and set your clothes aside. Then you find a large patch of moss and lie down on it.
[>img[Guard_02_03.jpg]]The skunk woman strolls over to you, her hips swaying invitingly. She steps across your head and kneels, then lays across your body. She wiggles her rear, nestling it onto your face, and grips your dick with one hand. “Do you know why this is my favorite position?” she asks.
“No, why?” you respond. Your voice is muffled by her booty, but you expect she understood you well enough.
The guard gives your dick a slow lick and then chuckles. “Because you don’t know if you’re safe or not.” Her asshole puckers, then relaxes. Your heart beats faster, and you hear her say, “The danger is front and center for you the whole time, even when you cum.” She chuckles again. “I think it adds an element of excitement, don’t you?”
“Excitement,” you echo. “Sure, that would be one word for it.”
The green-eyed skunk takes your length into her mouth and starts sucking, slowly but eagerly. She hums softly as she starts to bob her head up and down. It feels wonderful, but you can’t help but be anxious with your nose pressed against her asshole.
“Excuse me,” she says, stopping abruptly. “This is supposed to be a mutual arrangement, you know.” Her asshole puckers again. “I would suggest that you participate.”
You start to lick her pussy hastily. Her legs are folded in a figure four around your head, holding your face firmly against her ass. Upsetting her in your current position would probably not be wise. But she seems mollified, and starts sucking your cock again.
You lick more enthusiastically, doing your best to pleasure your partner. You try to ignore the fact that your nose prods at her back door repeatedly. The skunk starts moaning softly, and you take that as a good sign. You lap up her juices, licking her snatch vigorously.
The skunk’s asshole swells again, and you freeze. She releases your cock with a wet slurp. “Don’t stop,” she warns you.
You start licking again. Her asshole puckers even further, but you force yourself to keep going. A warm, silent jet of air blows up your nose, and you gag on the skunk’s fart. The rank, earthy scent of ass gas is laced with the acrid aroma of skunk, and the green-eyed beauty gasps. “I’m sorry,” she tells you, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter “That just slipped out. It can get kind of dangerous back there. But your risk does go up dramatically if you don’t satisfy me.”
“Mmph!” you say into her pussy, licking doggedly.
“Better,” she says, and resumes sucking your dick. She starts to bob her head faster and faster, and you have to concentrate to keep pace with your tongue. You both start moaning loudly, and you know you won’t last long.
You feel your dick twitch, and the skunk woman slips it out of her mouth, pumping your shaft with one hand and licking the underside of your cock just below its head. You erupt, cumming everywhere.
The skunk sprays, spurting a massive fountain of her anal perfume all over your face. You cry out in shock, yelling into her pussy. She screams and clamps her legs harder around your head, her body quaking against you. The stench of skunk and the release of your orgasm send jolts along your spine that collide in an explosion of pleasure and suffering. The skunk gyrates her ass against your face, leaving only a narrow space between her musk-slick asshole and your abused nose for air. You sniff desperately, gagging on the stink. The skunk woman continues to pump your cock, milking every last drop from it.
When you are completely spent, the skunk guard slumps against you. She still swivels her ass slowly, clenching and unclenching her buns against your face. You have to steal sniffs of air past her reeking asshole. You push against her hips, but you’re exhausted, too weak to dislodge her.
The skunk’s asshole puckers again, and you wince. But she just releases a soft, rippling fart that spatters a few stray droplets of spray onto your already drenched face. “That was just a little reminder,” she pants. “Tangling with skunks can get you in trouble.”
She gets up slowly and sits down beside you with her back against a tree. “That was very nice, but I can’t let my own personal pleasure get in the way of doing my job. Now I suggest you go on back the way you came, unless you actually want to get into worse trouble,” she tells you.
Your breath rattles wetly in your lungs. “Can I at least catch my breath first?” you rasp.
The skunk helps you sit up, then stands in front of you and bends over. Her ass hovers mere inches from your nose. “If you want to risk it,” she says calmly.
You scoot back hastily and stagger to your feet, then stumble back down the path. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard2_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 2"; $guard2_sex +=1>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 2">><<else>><<display "Forest 1">><<endif>>
You know that heading back the way you came will only lead you to another skunk guard. On the other hand, you’re not about to tangle with a skunk woman who’s poised and ready for you. You turn and dash to your left, into the stream. If you can cross it quickly enough, maybe you can find a way around this particular skunk without getting a whiff of her ass.
Unfortunately, the current is even stronger than it looks, even though the creek is only knee-deep. You slip on a rock and tumble into the water. The rushing water takes you downstream, bumping you against one rock after another, which you are sure will leave an impressive array of bruises. It takes you a few minutes to fight your way back to your feet and slog your way out of the creek. By that time, the skunk woman is nowhere to be seen.
<<display "Forest 4">>
This skunk’s vocabulary and word choice make you suspect she’s well educated. She reminds you a little of Heather, so you decide to try something that worked to get you on the librarian’s good side.
“Tell you what,” you suggest. “How about I ask you a riddle? If you can’t answer, you let me past.”
The skunk crooks an eyebrow at you. “And if I answer correctly?” she prompts.
“I, uh…” you hesitate. “What would you suggest?”
The skunk guard smiles slowly. “A riddle to get past a guardian is classic Odysseus,” she observes, “although it was the sphinx asking the riddle, not him. He risked being devoured if he lost.”
You wince. “That seems a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
The skunk woman laughs lightly, her voice soft and musical. “Of course it is,” she agrees, to your relief. “But it does give us a basis for how to proceed.” She smiles again. “If I guess correctly, you eat me,” she tells you. “More specifically, you eat my ass.” She flirts her tail. “And then you head back the way you came,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.
You shudder at the thought of voluntarily rimming a skunk. But you don’t see a better way to get past her at the moment. “Agreed,” you tell her, trying to sound confident.
She nods solemnly. “Then ask your riddle.”
You clear your throat. “Smell me, buy me, and deliver me; I won’t change. What am I?” you recite.
<<if $alarm is false>><<display "Guard 2_5_1">><<else>><<display "Guard 2_5_2">><<endif>>
The guard lands in the stream with a splash and a shriek. You charge past, hurrying up the path to put as much distance as you can between you before she manages to climb back out. You hear the skunk woman swearing behind you, but her voice fades away quickly.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard2_passed = true>><<endif>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 1">><<else>><<display "Forest 2">><<endif>>
The skunk woman catches her balance at the last moment, leaving her bent over the stream. She shoots a glare at you and then twists her hips, aiming her ass at your face. You try to dodge, but the motion of her hips makes the spray she releases form a broad fan that splashes across your eyes and nose. You stumble, blinded, and clutch at your burning eyes. The stench makes your lungs wheeze and your legs wobble.
[>img[Guard_02_01.jpg]]You trip and fall against an enormous tree. As you start to pull yourself up to your feet, you feel the skunk's tail swat you across the side of the head. An instant later, you hear a faint hiss and oily mist rains down all over your back, from your head to your butt. The noxious fog hangs all around you, filling your lungs with its horrible scent. You gag, still struggling to get to your feet.
“You really should have listened to me,” the skunk says. “But you’ve forced me to deal with you.” You feel hands grip you and toss you in the water. The current carries you downstream, bumping over one rock after another. Every time you try to catch yourself and stand, you slip on another rock or unseen dip in the stream, and the rushing water carries you further. It takes several minutes to get yourself oriented and drag yourself out of the water. You are completely drenched, but the impromptu bath didn’t improve your smell at all. The scent of skunk hangs all around you so thickly you can taste it. You grimace at the awful stink and try to get your bearings. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard2_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 2">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
The skunk woman purses her lips. “Smell me, eh?” she repeats, flirting her tail. “Don’t you think that’s a dangerous riddle to be asking a skunk?” She thrusts out a hip and flicks the tip of her tail.
You swallow slowly. “It may be,” you agree. “But that’s the riddle. What’s your answer?”
The skunk frowns. She opens her mouth, then closes it. Finally, she shrugs. “I have no idea,” she tells you. She steps off the path and gestures for you to proceed. “You may pass.”
You puff out your cheeks, blowing out your relief. “Thank you,” you tell her sincerely. “I appreciate it.”
The skunk guard smiles at you. “It’s the least I can do for someone so entertaining,” she tells you. “Will you tell me the answer?”
You shake your head. “I may need to ask you again sometime,” you tell her.
The skunk chuckles. “Fair enough,” she says. She watches you head up the path into the woods.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard2_passed = true>><<endif>><<set $guard2_defeated = true>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 1">><<else>><<display "Forest 2">><<endif>>
The skunk woman smiles at you. “That’s the riddle you choose to ask a skunk?” she asks.
You give her a thin smile. “Well, yes,” you say. “It’s a good riddle.”
The guard chuckles. “That it is,” she agrees. “The answer is ‘scent’. And it makes me suspect you’re asking to smell mine.”
You hold up your hands. “No, no, no,” you say hurriedly. “I mean, yes, that’s the answer, but no, you don’t need to, uh…”
The skunk smiles at your discomfort. “Then you’d best not shirk on your part of our bargain,” she tells you.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assure her.
“Good,” she tells you. “Get down on your knees next to that tree.” She indicates a large oak, with broad, spreading roots.
You comply, kneeling with your back to the tree. You watch anxiously as the skunk woman steps over in front of you, turns around slowly, and bends over. “I’d suggest that you start devouring me,” she teases. “I really can’t guarantee your safety back there if you neglect your duties.”
You lean forward and give her asshole a tentative lick. It swells a little, and your heart leaps into your throat. “Surely, you can do better than that,” the skunk guard chides you. “You agreed to devour me, not just taste a sample.”
You reach up and take hold of her curvy, furry rump with both hands. You lick your lips, then mash your mouth against that sinister sphincter, lapping earnestly. The skunk woman moans softly. “Mmm, that’s better,” she tells you.
You slide your tongue inside, drawing a gasp from the skunk. You jab in and out several times, then swirl your tongue around, deep inside her. The guard leans back, mashing her tush against your face. You take that as an encouraging sign, and keep licking as deeply as you can.
The skunk writhes slowly, her ass undulating against your face. You give her buns a good squeeze, kneading and massaging. You feel two little nubs brush against the tip of your tongue, and you freeze.
“Don’t stop now,” the skunk woman gasps. “Devour me utterly!” She moans.
You screw up your courage and start licking again. You reach deep inside, brushing the tips of her sprayers again. The skunk’s moans grow louder. You flutter your tongue against their tips, barely able to reach. The guard whines and shoves her ass hard against you, nearly knocking you backward.
You keep licking, teasing at the tips of her scent glands. The skunk bucks and wails, every little lick making her body jolt. Her cries grow louder and louder. Finally, her body clenches. Her sprayers dart out of her asshole. You pull your tongue back, but not quickly enough. She unleashes a flood of skunk spray directly into your mouth.
You yank your head away, twisting toward the tree. You retch, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. Skunk spray drools off your tongue and over your lower lip, oozing down your chin. The skunk sprays again, drenching the back of your head. The stench is unbearable, and the taste is even worse. Bitter, acrid oil coats the inside of your mouth and threatens to seep down your throat. You gag and spit, your head swimming from the stink.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you pass,” the skunk woman pants in your ear. “The good doctor knows you’re looking for him, and I won’t be the one to let him down.” She grips you by the back of the neck and hauls you to your feet. She marches you gently but firmly back down the trail in the direction you came. You struggle to keep your feet, gasping for air and still gagging on the taste of skunk spray. But when you feel a steady push at your back, propelling you on your way, you are only too happy to keep stumbling in that direction. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard"; $guard_sex +=1>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 2">><<else>><<display "Forest 1">><<endif>>
You look around cautiously, but the red-eyed skunk guard is nowhere to be seen.<<set $destination = "Forest 1">>
[[Explore the forest|Forest 0_3]]
<<nobr>><<if $lost is false>>[[Work your way back toward the town square|Forest 2]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $map is true and $lost is false>>[[Use the map to work your way toward the lair of Dr. Devious|Forest 3]]<br><<endif>>
<<if $forest1_found is true and $lost is false>>[[Go to the evergreen grove you found before|Forest 1][$backtrack=false]]<<endif>><<endnobr>>[>img[Guard_03.jpg]]As you walk cautiously through the flat area, a skunk woman steps out from behind a tree. She is very tall, naked, and strikingly buxom. <<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard2_encountered is true>>Her fur pattern is nearly identical to the first skunk you met in the sanctuary. <<endif>> Her body is covered in short fur from the breasts down, although stretches of smooth skin are visible on her thighs and hips. Bands of white swirl through the black fur, making a striking contrast to the woman’s tan skin. Her long, white hair is highlighted with gray. Around each bare thigh she wears a gold band. You find her eyes unsettling – you've never before met anyone whose eyes are a vivid red, like rubies.
The skunk woman looks at you dispassionately, her gaze steady.
You look up at her. “I, uh…” you venture. You point to the trail beyond her. “I need to go that way.”
The skunk shakes her head. “You really don’t,” she informs you, her voice a rich, resonant alto. “That way leads to your doom.” She raises her tail, her red eyes fixed on yours. “Of course, you won’t necessarily escape a dire end by going back into town. Events are already in motion.”
You lick your lips. “Yeah, well,” you say. “It’s one of those events I’m trying to prevent.”
The red-eyed skunk shrugs. “A futile effort,” she tells you. “You will only make your circumstances worse.”<<set $guard3_encountered = true>>
[[Try to get past her|Guard 3_1]]
[[Make a pass at her|Guard 3_2]]
[[Run away|Guard 3_3]]
<<if $handcuffs is true>>[[ Sneak the handcuffs onto her wrists |Guard 3_4]]<<endif>>
You turn and run back the way you came, and you hear the skunk’s footsteps close behind you. Timing things carefully, you pivot and charge back toward her. The skunk pulls up short, her eyes wide with surprise. She holds up her hands, looking like she intends to grab you.
You go into a baseball slide, intending to slip past her and then scramble along the trail before she can catch up.
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10) - $drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_1_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_1_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
“Okay,” you say slowly. “I guess I won’t be going up the trail after all.” You eye her buxom form appreciatively. “But I’d certainly like to get a chance to explore your curves before I go all the way back to town.”
The guard scoffs. “Do you really expect me to believe you came all this way looking for a piece of skunk ass?” she asks.
You shrug. “I wouldn’t put it quite that way, and it wasn’t my original inent, but I do find you extremely attractive.” You hope a roll in the hay will make this skunk woman a little more agreeable, or at least a little less gloomy.
“Fine,” she says. “Drop your pants and lie down.” Her voice holds very little inflection, let alone enthusiasm.
You gape at the skunk’s directness. “Just get right down to it, huh?” you ask her. “No preliminaries?”
The skunk guard gives a little snort. “I fail to see the point,” she observes. “This isn’t exactly a scene from some sweeping romance. Do you want to fuck or don’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely!” you assure her. You unzip your pants and pull them down, then lay down on the ground.
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10) - $drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 4>>
<<else>><<set $target = 5>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_2_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 3_2_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
This guard looks like she would unleash hell on you at the least excuse. Maybe it’s her red eyes, or her height, or the dispassionate expression on her face. Regardless, you don’t want to tangle with her, and the path feels far too exposed. You decide discretion is the better part of valor, and you dash off between the trees, intending to dodge back to the trail at your first opportunity. “Hey!” you hear behind you. “Come back here!” You hear her footsteps as she starts to pursue you. You dodge and weave between trees, doing your best to elude her.
Suddenly, the ground crumbles beneath your feet. You realize you got too close to the edge of the level area, and you go tumbling down the slope, scraping your skin and tearing your clothes. You skitter to a stop at the foot of the slope, sore but largely intact, and head off into the trees, just in case the skunk woman decides to follow.
<<display "Forest 4">>
“Fine,” you say, your voice heavy with resignation. “I know you’re going to skunk me no matter what I do, so you might as well get it over with.” You kneel and put your hands behind your back. You hope she doesn’t notice you reach into your pocket for the handcuffs you got from Betty.
The skunk woman eyes you suspiciously. “So you’re just going to sit there – well, kneel there – and let me spray you?” she asks.
You shrug. “You know the area far better than I do, and it seems to me you intend to get stinky no matter what I do. I might as well save myself the grief of resisting and just suck it up.”
The guard frowns. “That’s… surprisingly pragmatic of you,” she complains.
“Maybe so,” you say, looking up at her defiantly. “But all your talk of doom won’t deter me. So lets get on with it, unless you’d rather just let me go up the trail.”
The skunk woman shakes her head. “Can’t do that,” she tells you flatly. “I guess you’d better get ready to sniff skunk butt.” She turns around, her tail held high, and reaches back behind her to spread her butt cheeks with her hands. “Take a good look,” she tells you. “The way things are going, you’re likely to get very familiar with this experience.” You stare at her asshole and swallow hard.
<<if $alarm is false>><<display "Guard 3_4_1">><<else>><<display "Guard 3_4_2">><<endif>>
The skunk woman spins and bends over, spraying the spot where your face was just an instant ago. You slip under the gleaming, oily mist, sliding along the trail. The stink of skunk fills your nostrils, and you are elated that you only have to endure an indirect exposure – so far. The skunk squawks in surprise at your abrupt slide. She tries to spin again, tracking you, but she trips and loses her balance.
You scramble to your feet and head up the trail at a dead sprint, nearly careening headlong into a tree in your haste. You hear her footsteps behind you, her clawed feet digging at the packed earth. The sound lends an even greater urgency to your efforts and you sprint along the trail until you leave the rocky slope behind. You pause, ready to break into a run again, but you see and hear no signs of pursuit.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard3_passed = true>><<endif>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 2">><<else>><<display "Forest 3">><<endif>>
You drop and slide, aiming perfectly past the skunk woman’s legs. She gapes at you in surprise, clearly caught off-guard. You grin in triumph, but then stop with a jolt as your leading foot slams into a rock.
[>img[Guard_03_01.jpg]]The skunk woman spins in place and bends partway over, her knees bent and pointed inward. You find yourself staring straight up at her business end, unmoving and flat on your back. You plant your hands to push yourself up, but it’s too late. Her asshole puckers outward and she unleashes a massive plume of thick, gooey droplets that spatter you from head to toe.
The stench of skunk rips your breath away, and you cover your nose and mouth with your arm, coughing uncontrollably. You blink tears out of your stinging eyes, trying to keep your opponent in focus, and kick your legs to scramble backward. Your retreat seems agonizingly slow, though, and you’re not sure how much of that is the fact that you’re scooting along your back and how much of it is in your mind because you’re still staring right at the skunk woman’s ass. At least your nose and mouth are shielded from another direct assault, though.
The skunk woman looks back over her shoulder. She sprays again, this time firing two narrow streams that land directly in your eyes. You let out a gurgling cry of pain, blinded for the moment. You pull your hand away from your mouth and use all four limbs to scramble to your feet. But as you start to haul yourself upward, you feel another twin stream splash onto your nose and travel down across your mouth. “If you’re really so eager to meet your doom, I will oblige you,” the skunk guard says. “What you’ve just smelled is only a small taste of what lies in store for you if you persist. But then, I suppose you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t trying to avoid a similar fate at home.”
You turn and half-run, half-stagger, back the way you came, retching on the taste and smell of skunk. You wipe hard at your eyes with two fingers of each hand, desperate to restore your vision before the path narrows down to traverse the steep slope. You manage to blink the world into view well enough to see a rocky blob to your right and a blurry gap to your left. You scamper back down the trail, wheezing on the stink of skunk. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard3_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 3">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
You reach up and snap the cuffs on the skunk’s wrists, hauling yourself up by her arms in the same motion. “Really?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “You intend to capture a skunk with handcuffs? You realize you’ve left the most dangerous part of me free.” She wiggles her furry rump against your crotch.
“This way,” you tell her, forcing yourself to concentrate. You suspect she’s just trying to distract you to regain the upper hand. You lead her over to a tree, slip several young, supple branches between her arms and around the chain of the cuffs, then tie them back to a larger limb as best you can.
“Are you going to take advantage of me now?” she asks, her red eyes gazing intently into your own.
“In a way,” you answer. You turn and start walking briskly up the trail.
“You are only delaying the inevitable!” she calls after you. “This won’t hold me for long!” Even as she raises her voice to shout, she doesn’t sound emotional.
“It doesn’t have to,” you answer over your shoulder. You pause for just a moment, wishing you really could take advantage of her nakedness. Then you turn and jog away, leaving the sound of her cursing to fade away behind you.<<if $lost is false>><<set $guard3_passed = true>><<endif>><<set $guard3_defeated = true>>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 2">><<else>><<display "Forest 3">><<endif>>
You reach up with the cuffs in one hand and grab her wrist with the other. But before you can snap the loop around her wrist, she yanks her hands apart. She twists and breaks your hold, grabbing your wrist in the process. She marches you over to a tree with roots that poke up out of the ground. “Sit!” she orders tersely. You sit.
The skunk woman straddles your legs, facing away from you, and bends over, holding your wrist out in front of you so you can’t escape. Her ass looms in your face. “Don’t move,” she tells you. Then she snatches the handcuffs from your other hand and bends over even further. She fastens one loop around your ankle and another around a stout tree root.
She releases your wrist, and you lean back, trying to put as much distance as you can between your face and the skunk’s business end. She starts inching back, and you keep inching away. Before long, you find yourself lying on the ground. The skunk chuckles ominously. “Capturing a skunk is dangerous business,” she says softly. “You just might end up the captive.” She sits on your face.
“Mmph!” you protest into the skunk’s ass. She wiggles, nestling your nose deeper between her cheeks. She reaches around behind herself with one hand and grabs your head, pressing your face even harder against her business end. You feel her asshole press against the tip of your nose.
“Now,” the skunk says, “what have you learned about trying to put handcuffs on a skunk?” Her asshole starts to pucker, very slowly.
You try to push the skunk guard off of you, but she grabs your wrists and holds them tightly. You don’t have the leverage to break her hold. “Don’t get grabby,” she scolds you. “You wouldn’t want to upset me.”
You have no idea how your situation could get any worse. You tug against the cuffs with your leg, but the root is too solid to budge. You strain against her grip, but she holds your wrists firmly. Her asshole puckers even further. “I have to admit,” she observes, “being handcuffed can be pleasant.” She wiggles her rear, rubbing her asshole against your nose. “But I couldn’t let you get away with it because my employer knows you’re coming.”
You feel the nubs of her artillery slide slowly along the sides of your nose. You thrash, but it does no good. You can’t break free. “So you get to smell the signing bonus he gave me,” she tells you. A few droplets of skunk musk seep from her weaponry.
The stink curls its way up your nostrils, and you struggle even more urgently. But the skunk just rides your face. “Do you understand the nature of your fate now?” she asks you. “More women in this sleepy little town will become skunks before this is over. Perhaps even all of them. This scent will become all too familiar.”
The oozing droplets suddenly become a flood, gushing down around your nose and saturating your skin. The skunk woman wriggles, smearing her ass all over your now-slippery face. The stench makes you gag, penetrating deep into your lungs and sinuses. “Go ahead and struggle,” she tells you. “It won’t do you any good.” She chuckles very softly. “And I do rather enjoy subduing my victims.”
She sprays again, unleashing another torrent of anal perfume as she wiggles her ass, sending the slippery stench spurting all over your face. You choke and sputter, barely able to breathe. The air is thick and acrid, and her writhing ass keeps blocking your nose and mouth. You sniff urgently at her reeking asshole, taking advantage of any opportunity to steal a breath. The smell makes your throat clench, but you keep sniffing as best you can.
Finally, the skunk woman gets up on her knees, lifting her weight off your face. You pant heavily, greedily sucking in the fouled air. She sprays again, raining a torrent of thick, clinging droplets down onto your face. You gag, caught, mid-inhalation. The stench is so strong it makes your head throb. You try to inhale, but your body refuses. You hack out a few weak coughs, and then suck in another reeking breath.
The guard unlocks your ankle. “Go back to town,” she tells you. “It would be best for you if you never come back this way.”
You don’t respond, unable to speak. You sit up, but the effort makes a brutal cough wrack your body. Each cough seems to drive the scent of skunk deeper into your lungs as if it’s seeping into your tissues. The skunk woman watches you with a smirk on her face.
After a few attempts, you manage to haul yourself to your feet. The skunk makes little shooing motions, coaxing you back down the trail the way you came. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard3_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 3">>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 3">><<else>><<display "Forest 2">><<endif>>
[>img[Guard_04.jpg]]You skirt a thicket, looking for a path. On the other side, you see a pair of skunk women. One is short, with pale amber eyes, and other is a bit taller than you, with vivid green eyes and a small red jewel on her forehead.
<<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard2_encountered is true>>You let out a little groan of recognition. You’ve managed to find not just one, but two of the skunks who guard the path to Dr. Devious’ lab.<<else>>Both are covered in short fur from their ample breasts downward, although stretches of smooth skin are visible on her thighs and hips. Bands of white swirl through the black fur, making a striking contrast to the women’s tan skin. Their short, white hair is highlighted with gray. You let out a groan, realizing you’ve managed to find not just one, but two of the skunks who guard the path to Dr. Devious’ lab.<<endif>> <<set $current_skunk = "Guard duo"; $current_mood = random(0,3); $skunked_now = false>>
[[Try to get past them|Guard 4_1]]
[[Make a pass at them|Guard 4_2]]
[[Run away|Guard 4_3]]
You try to slip past the skunks and continue on your way. You duck to your left, trying to keep the skunks between you and the thicket you’ve just avoided so that they’re not blocking your way to more open ground. The shorter one is quick, though, and she manages to dart to the other side of you. You find yourself flanked by a pair of skunk women. They raise their tails high.
[>img[Guard_04_01.jpg]]You try to dodge out into the woods. You cut right, and the green-eyed skunk bars your way. You dart left, and the yellow-eyed skunk is there. They close in, backing you against a tree. “Now hold on,” you say, holding up your hands. “Let’s talk about this.”
You catch your heel on a rock and go tumbling backward. The little amber-eyed skunk giggles. “You can talk to my ass,” she tells you. She spins in place, revealing a firm, round, furry rear. She bends slightly at the hips. You watch in horror as her asshole puckers.
“Wait,” you blurt.
But the skunk woman doesn’t wait. Her artillery peeks into view and she sprays a narrow cone of fine droplets that engulf your head and torso. The stink makes you snap your head back, pounding it against the tree. You are momentarily stunned, from both the impact and the smell.
Her taller companion turns more slowly, but soon she is standing with her hip thrust out and her ass pointed your direction. “Let’s give you a chance to compare,” she says. Her asshole blooms outward and she squirts a twin stream that merges into a thick, messy fountain before it lands on your face.
You gasp on the intensified stink, your back arching. You start to dive to the side, but the little yellow-eyed skunk scampers around in front of you. “Not that way,” she tells you. She sticks out her ass and hoses you down with another cone of clinging mist. You choke and roll back in the other direction.
“Not that way, either,” her green-eyed cohort says. She unleashes another fountain that hits your face and splashes down your chest. You gag and gasp, struggling for air. The stench of skunk is so strong it makes you dizzy. You roll over onto all fours and start crawling around the base of the tree.
Skunk spray rains down onto your back and side in rapid succession. You turn away from the skunks and lurch to your feet. “Wait!” one of the skunk girls says. “You haven’t told us how our lovely aromas compare yet!” You ignore her and shuffle off into the woods. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard4_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 4">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
“Ladies,” you say, stretching your arms wide. “Don’t be bashful. There’s plenty of me to share.”
The smaller skunk giggles. “You mean you want us?” she asks.
You smile. “I’d be crazy not to,” you assure her. “You’re both gorgeous.”
The two skunk woman approach you, splitting up to stand on either side of you. “True,” the green-eyed one says. “But that doesn’t seem to matter to much to some men.” She flirts her tail. “They just see our tails and run.”
“That’s their loss,” you tell them. “I see the two of you, and I want to run toward you, not away.”
[>img[Guard_04_02a.jpg]]The amber-eyed skunk girl pressed her naked body against you, her sizable breasts squishing up against your side. “And you’re not afraid?” she asks.
You shake your head. “Let’s just say I think you’re worth the risk.”
The taller skunk mirrors her friend’s pose, and they hug you from both sides. “That’s a worthy attitude,” she tells you. She starts to unfasten your pants. “I wonder how much of it is bravado?”
You reach down with both hands and place one on the rear of each skunk girl. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you,” you say. You give them each a good squeeze, drawing giggles from both of them.
The shorter skunk unbuttons your shirt while her friend pulls down your pants. “Please do,” she says. She wiggles her rear in your grip.
The green-eyed woman pulls your head downward. “Show us how much you admire us,” she tells you. You find your head engulfed by pillowy, fuzzy breasts. You turn, discovering that her friend has mashed her breasts around your head as well. You nuzzle all around, licking and nibbling whenever you come across a nipple.
The yellow-eyed skunk girl sighs softly. “No one is ever brave enough to do that to our butts,” she complains. She turns around and wiggles her tush against your shoulder.
[>img[Guard_04_02b.jpg]]“Then they’re fools,” you say, although you hope they don’t hear the lie in your voice. You sink down to your knees, and she presses her buns against your face.
The taller skunk takes your hand. “Now, don’t neglect me,” she chides you. She turns around and presses her butt against your head. You turn and kiss her fuzzy buns.
Her shorter friend takes your other hand. “Aren’t our butts marvelous?” she asks.
“They certainly are,” you agree.
“We particularly enjoy what we can do with them,” the green-eyed skunk woman tells you. She nods at her friend, and both skunks pull on your wrists with both hands, stretching your arms out wide. They lean back, sandwiching your head between their rumps. “Take a big sniff,” she says.
“That’s… not quite what I had in mind,” you say, your heart beating fast. You try to pull your arms away from the skunk women, but they have a firm hold on you.
“Then you shouldn’t go running around in a forest where you know there are skunks,” the yellow-eyed beauty says. She wiggles her rear against your head. “Sniff, sniff!” she says. She sprays, coating the side of your face with her anal perfume.
You choke on the stink and reflex makes you turn your head away. Of course, there’s another skunk butt on the other side of you, and she sprays as you turn, drenching your face with still more slippery stink.
You thrash your head back and forth, twisting your shoulders and trying to break free. The skunk women just laugh. They both spray at once, soaking your head from both sides with their foul-smelling musk. You wheeze and try to struggle harder, but you can feel your limbs starting to tremble from the exertion and the lack of air.
The skunks wiggle their asses against your head, pulling hard on your arms. You try to twist and turn, but you are no closer to breaking free. Skunk spray gushes over you from one side and then the other, the excess spurting upward between their rear cleavage and plastering your hair to your head. Your entire head is soggy and slippery, and your lungs burn from the noxious fumes. Your eyes sting and leak slow tears, and your breath rattles weakly in your chest. Another barrage spurts onto your face from each side, one right after the other. You sag in the skunks’ grip, panting feebly.
Finally, your tormentors release your arms. You slump to the ground, nearly suffocating. You close your eyes and flop over onto your side. “The wildlife sanctuary is a dangerous place,” you hear one of them say. “You might want to avoid it.”
You hear nothing more. When you eventually feel like you can breathe well enough, you sit up, blinking owlishly. The skunks are nowhere to be seen. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard4_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 4">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
You turn and run directly away from the thicket, eager to put some distance between you and the pair of skunk women. You don’t know where you’re going, but you were lost to begin with, so it doesn’t much matter. You hear exclamations of surprise and soft, padded footfalls behind you. The sounds of pursuit urge you to even greater effort, and you sprint with all your might, heedless of the scratches you get from brush and low-hanging branches.
<<nobr>>
<<set $die_roll = random(1,10) - $drinks>>
<<if $easy is true>><<set $target = 5>>
<<else>><<set $target = 7>>
<<endif>>
<<if $die_roll > $target>><<set $scene = "Guard 4_3_1">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 4_3_2">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
Your desperate burst of speed pays off. You bob and weave between trees, your lungs working like a bellows. The uneven ground threatens to trip you, but you keep your feet and charge headlong into the forest. The sounds of pursuit gradually fade. Eventually, you look back and see no one. You lean against a tree, breathing hard.
<<display "Forest 4">>
Your legs buckle as one of the skunk women tackles you from behind. You skid along your belly, bumping over rocks and roots. When you slide to a halt, you try to get back up, but the skunk hauls on your leg and flips you over onto your back. You see that it’s the taller, green-eyed skunk, and you suspect her longer stride let her reach you before her companion did.
[>img[Guard_04_03.jpg]]But the golden-eyed skunk girl hasn’t been slacking. When her friend flips you over, she leaps onto you, plowing into your midriff and knocking the wind out of you. The two skunks swarm over you, and they end up each holding one of your legs and lying along your body with their hips on your shoulders. Their asses are side-by-side, with their buns brushing against the sides of your face. You try to throw them off, but your arms are pinned beneath them.
The two skunk women twist their hips, tilting their rears toward each other a little. You can see their assholes peeking out between their cheeks, and you glance rapidly from one to the other. “You tried to run away from us,” the yellow-eyed skunk accuses. “That’s not very nice.” Her tailpipe starts to pucker outward.
“Atrocious manners, really,” her green-eyed friend agrees. “One would hope for better from a visitor to our home.” Her back door swells as well.
You try to wriggle out from under the skunks, but they have you pinned very effectively. “I’m sorry,” you tell them. “I—”
“You will be,” the little skunk says, cutting off any further apology. Her artillery darts out of her ass and spits a geyser of her anal perfume all over your face. The acrid stench burns your nose and throat, and your eyes sting horribly. You thrash your head from side to side, desperate to escape the smell, but there is nowhere for you to go.
When your head is turned toward the green-eyed skunk’s rear, she sprays too, spurting thick, sloppy streams of skunk musk onto your already messy face. The stink intensifies, making you gag. You scrabble against the ground with your hands and feet, but the women grip your thighs tightly, riding your body with ease.
You look straight up and tilt your head back, trying to point your face as far as possible away from their noxious artillery. Both skunks let fly at the same time, and fountains of slippery stench wash over your face from jawline to forehead. Musk drenches the underside of your chin and oozes slowly down your neck. The air is foul and thick, and you wish you could just stop breathing for a while. But your body needs air, no matter how vile-smelling, and you wheeze miserably.
“Have you learned any manners yet?” the green-eyed skunk asks coolly.
You open your mouth to try to answer, but when you inhale to speak, the stink sets you to coughing.
“I guess not!” the yellow-eyed skunk exclaims gleefully. She lets loose another barrage from her anal artillery, plastering your face with gooey stink. The fumes make your head throb with their intensity and wring slow tears from your stinging eyes.
“Such a pity,” her taller friend agrees. She fires another salvo as well, drenching your face and neck with another wave of oily, foul perfume. Musk trickles down your skin in thick, gooey rivulets. It even trickles slowly into your ears. You struggle for breath, your lungs heaving as they suck in gulp after gulp of rank-smelling air.
Finally, the skunks climb off you. “Maybe next time we meet, you’ll be more courteous,” the green-eyed woman tells you. The two of them saunter off, arm in arm, leaving you to marinate in their stink.
What feels like hours later but is surely just a few minutes, you manage to even your breathing out enough that you can sit up and wipe some of the oily mess off your face. You stand slowly and teeter off into the woods. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard4_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 4">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
[>img[Guard_05.jpg]]The wildlife sanctuary really is quite beautiful. You take a moment to appreciate the tall, thriving trees, the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, and the quiet that is broken only by an occasional bird or squirrel. It really is a peaceful place. That peace is abruptly shattered for you, though, as you round a large tree and see no fewer than three skunk women!
<<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard2_encountered is true or $guard3_encountered is true>>You recognize the skunks who guard the path through the woods, and curse your luck even as you admire their familiar fur pattern – and their nude, curvaceous bodies.<<elseif $guard1_encountered is false and $guard2_encountered is false and $guard3_encountered is false and $key is true>>You guess these must be the guards that Heather told you about, and you curse your luck at encountering all three even as you admire their statuesque, nude bodies and their exotic fur pattern.<<else>>You aren’t entirely surprised to encounter skunk women as you try to find Dr. Devious’ lab, but you curse your luck at encountering three at once. Still, you can’t help but admire their naked bodies and their exotic fur pattern.<<endif>> <<set $current_skunk = "Guard trio"; $current_mood = random(0,3); $skunked_now = false>>
<<display "Guard 5_1">>
They are covered in short fur from their ample breasts downward, although stretches of smooth skin are visible on her thighs and hips. Bands of white swirl through the black fur, making a striking contrast to the women’s tan skin. Their white hair is highlighted with gray.
The shortest has yellow eyes and a mischievous smile. Her hair is short, hugging her head like a fluffy helmet. The green-eyed skunk beside her is a bit taller than you, with a detached, almost calculating expression. The third skunk, though, is the most impressive of the trio. She towers above the others, and her eyes are the red of shining rubies. She wears bands of gold around her thighs. She gives you a small smile that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You start to back away, but the red-eyed skunk gestures her companions forward with a flick of her fingers. Within moments, the three of them have you surrounded. “You shouldn’t have come here,” the towering skunk woman tells you. Her smile widens a bit. “But I’m glad you did.”
The littlest skunk plows into your side in a flying tackle, driving you to the ground. You try to scramble back to your feet, but the other two skunks pile on. You grapple desperately with them, groping a breast or a butt as often as you get a good grip on a limb. But you are outnumbered, and they soon have you flat on your back.
[>img[Guard_05_01.jpg]]The little golden-eyed skunk sits on your chest and wriggles her butt, nuzzling it against your chin. <<if $handcuffs is true>>The tallest skunk fishes the handcuffs out of your pocket and shackles you to a handy sapling. <<endif>> The she sits on your forehead and right cheek. The green-eyed skunk mirrors her from your left. Your heart pounds against your breastbone in horror at having three skunks sitting on your face at once. You thrash and wriggle, but the weight of the three women has you hopelessly pinned.
“Do you know why we guard the forest for Dr. Devious?” the big, red-eyed skunk woman asks you.
You try to shake your head, but you can’t move it. “No,” you murmur apprehensively. “Why?”
“It’s a matter of gratitude,” she explains. “You see, we really, really like being skunks.” She laughs, and the other two women laugh with her. “Allow us to demonstrate why,” she says. Three assholes start to pucker outward; not in perfect unison, but near enough to it to spell your doom.
The red-eyed skunk woman sprays, unleashing a massive torrent of skunk musk all over your face. Less than a heartbeat later, the green-eyed skunk follows suit, drenching your face from the left. The geyser from her has barely stopped when the yellow-eyed skunk at your chin lets loose, spurting a fountain of rank-smelling perfume all over your mouth and up your nostrils. You thrash wildly, but it does no good. An instant later, all three spray in unison, bombarding you from three directions with a flood from their anal artillery.
You feel like you are practically drowning in skunk spray. It clogs your nose, forcing you to breath through your mouth, and the bitter, acrid oil clings to your tongue and palate. You splutter and retch, your stomach roiling and your lungs burning. The stink seems to seep deep into your brain, saturating everything and making even the tiniest gulp of air feel like a reeking lungful of poison.
The skunks laugh at your misery, but they don’t spray again. Unfortunately, they don’t let you up, either, forcing your face to soak in their vile-smelling perfume. The red-eyed skunk woman starts speaking again, and you have to concentrate hard to focus on her words. “And now you know why Dr. Devious likes having us to safeguard his privacy,” she tells you. “Our method of deterring would be visitors is… memorable, shall we say?”
“But I hope you’re one of the stubborn ones,” the yellow-eyed skunk girl chimes in. “I like spraying someone who knows how awful it’s going to be.”
You certainly can’t argue that it’s awful. You’re starting to wonder if you will ever smell right again. The skunks stand, one by one, and you breathe out a raspy sigh of relief. “Come back and see us sometime, if you dare,” the green-eyed skunk tells you. Then all three saunter off into the woods.
You lay there, reeking, for an appallingly long time. Finally, you haul yourself to your feet. You won’t smell any better just lying there, after all. You turn and survey your surroundings then pick a direction and shamble away from the site of your suffering. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard5_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 5">>
<<display "Forest 4">>
<<set $skunked_now = false>>You grip the large, brass ring set into the heavy door and pound with it, three times. After a few moments, a thin man in a lab coat answers the door. He is bald, with a wild fringe of graying hair above his ears. Thick glasses are perched on his prominent nose. “What is it?” he demands. “Don’t you know I’m busy?”
“Are you Dr. Devious?” you ask.
“So what if I am?” the older man snaps.
“I came to get the nanite controller from you. I need it to change my girlfriend back!”
Dr. Devious smiles. “So you’ve brought me the book?” he asks.
“Well, no,” you admit. “But—”
“Guards!” Dr. Devious yells into the woods. “GUARDS!” He slams the door in your face and you hear the lock click shut.<<set $alarm = true; $doctor_encountered = true>>
[[Run away|Lair 1_1]]
[[Stand your ground|Lair 1_2]]
<<set $skunked_now = false>><<if $key is false>><<display "Lair 2_1">><<else>><<display "Lair 2_2">><<endif>><<set $skunked_now = false>>You grip the large, brass ring set into the heavy door and pound with it, three times. After a few moments, a thin man in a lab coat answers the door. He is bald, with a wild fringe of graying hair above his ears. Thick glasses are perched on his prominent nose. “What is it?” he demands. “Don’t you know I’m busy?”
“Are you Dr. Devious?” you ask.
“So what if I am?” the older man snaps.
“I came to get the nanite controller from you. I need it to change my girlfriend back!”
Dr. Devious smiles. “So you’ve brought me the book?” he asks.
“I have,” you tell him.
The doctor’s eyes blaze with life. “Give it to me!” he exclaims, reaching out his hands. “Then I’ll go inside and get the controller for you.”
[[Give him the book|Lair 3_1]]
[[Insist you accompany him inside to get the controller|Lair 3_2]]
You look down the path that led you to Dr. Devious’ lair. You don’t see anyone, but you suspect that’s the direction any guards would be coming from. You turn and run into the woods, striking out at a right angle to the path. You dodge around trees and rocks, making as much haste as you dare over the uneven ground. After a few minutes, you stop and listen. You hear no sign of anyone else, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
<<display "Forest 4">>
A trio of skunk women come running up the path toward you. You dart away into the woods, but you waited too long. They quickly overtake you.
<<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard2_encountered is true or $guard3_encountered is true>>You’ve met Dr. Devious’ guards before<<else>>These are obviously Dr. Devious’ guards<<endif>>, and you curse him under your breath for having such a formidable staff even as you admire their familiar fur pattern – and their nude, curvaceous bodies.
<<display "Guard 5_1">>
You go to open the door, but you discover it’s locked. The windows on the first floor are all locked as well, and you don’t see another door. You muse briefly on the fire code violation, and then shrug. You’re clearly not getting in without a key.
<<display "Lair Options">>You take out the key Heather gave you and slide it into the lock. It turns with a barely audible click. You swing the door open, dreading the inevitable creak of the hinges, but it moves silently and smoothly. You breathe a sigh of relief. {if skunked is true: You worry that the stink clinging to you will give you away, but you don’t want to turn back now.} You creep inward and shut the door carefully behind you.
You search the main floor of the house, but find only a normal home. There is a basement door, though, and you go through it, gliding carefully down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairway is a large, open laboratory. A long table fills the center of the room, covered with what looks to be an elaborate distillation apparatus, a 3-D printer, and various electronics. After some digging among the devices on the bench, you discover a remote-control sized gizmo with six numbered buttons. If anything here is the nanite controller, this must be it. You suppress a shout of triumph. You pick it up, holding it carefully. You don’t want to risk any damage to it.
Along the wall is a long shelf, filled with bottles of perfume like the one Rose received. You give the perfume supply a long, hard look. Dr. Devious could transform a lot of women with all that. But Rose is already mid-transformation, and you don’t know how much time she has.
[[Smash the perfume bottles|Lair 2_2_1]]
[[Take the remote and go home|Lair 2_2_2]]
You decide that it won’t take long to give Dr. Devious a substantial setback. You walk over to the shelf, plant your arm at one end, and sweep all the perfume bottles onto the floor in one hard, swift sweep. The bottles shatter into crystalline shards on impact, and you suspect it will take a long time to replace that supply. Maybe even long enough for you to alert the authorities about the mad doctor’s activities.
A faint, golden haze drifts up from the smashed bottles. The air fills with the smell of skunk, growing rapidly stronger. You start to feel dizzy. You lean against the wall, clutching the shelf for balance. Your fingernails start growing longer and rounder, and they turn black. Black hair – no, black fur – sprouts from your hand and travels up your arm. You feel a painful swelling at the base of your spine, and suddenly a tail erupts from your pants, splitting your waistband. It grows into a large, black-and-white plume with shocking speed. It feels like your body is on fire, and you collapse to the floor, groaning.
Unfortunately, that just lowers you deeper into the skunk-smelling haze. Your chest swells painfully, and you gape as you gain two large, furry breasts. Your cock and balls tingle, then go numb. You reach down in alarm, only to feel your manhood shrink up into your body. You tear off your pants, aghast, just in time to find a tiny gap between your legs bloom into a vagina. Fur covers most of your body, but at least your face remains human. You touch it, though, and your skin feels softer, your jawline more feminine. You moan in dismay.
<<if $doctor_encountered is true>>Dr. Devious appears in the doorway, smiling.<<else>>A thin man in a lab coat appears in the doorway, smiling. He is bald, with a wild fringe of graying hair above his ears. Thick glasses are perched on his prominent nose.<<endif>> He takes the controller from your hand and slips it into his pocket. “It’s too late now to reverse your girlfriend’s transformation,” he tells you. His smile grows wider. “Or yours, for that matter. You can go on back to town and rejoin your girlfriend, if you want. Become a loving, lesbian, skunky couple. Or you can come work for me, as one of my guards. Either way, you’re a skunk girl for good, now.” He laughs, then strolls out of the lab and up the stairs.<<set $game = "lost"; $transformed = true>>
[[GAME OVER]]
You decide not to disturb anything more than you absolutely have to. You have the controller, so it’s time to go back and take care of Rose. You creep back up the stairs and out the front door without anyone seeing you. You slip out into the forest.<<set $remote = "good">>
[[Start to make your way out of the forest|Forest 3]]
Dr. Devious takes the book, clutching it tightly in his hands. He turns toward the woods. “Guards!” he shouts. “GUARDS!” You turn and look, and he slams the door in your face. You hear the lock click shut.<<set $alarm = true; $book = false>>
[[Run away|Lair 1_1]]
[[Stand your ground|Lair 1_2]]
“Not so fast,” you say, shielding the book from him with your body. “I’ll come inside with you to get the controller, and we’ll make the exchange together.”
Dr. Devious gives a snort of disgust. “Oh, very well,” he says. “Come along!” He turns and heads into the house. He leads you down to the basement. A long table fills the center of the room, covered with what looks to be an elaborate distillation apparatus, a 3-D printer, and various electronics. Along the wall is a long shelf, filled with bottles of perfume like the one Rose received.
The mad doctor picks up a device about the size of a remote control, with six numbered buttons. He holds it up to show you. “Here it is,” he says.
“Great,” you say. “Let’s make the trade.”
But Dr. Devious puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles sharply. His three skunk-woman guards pile into the room and crowd in behind you, cutting off your path to the stairs. “Now, impudent boy,” he sneers. “Give me that book!”
[[Give it to him|Lair 3_2_1]]
[[Refuse|Lair 3_2_2]]
You know when you’re outgunned. You sigh and hand the book to Dr. Devious. To your surprise, he tosses you the controller. “Wait,” you say, confused. “Why call the guards if you were going to make the trade anyway?”
Dr. Devious chuckles. “Let’s just say I’m wary of being double-crossed. He opens the front cover of the book and smiles. “This is authentic,” he notes. He looks up at the guards. “Let him go,” he tells them.
“That’s it?” you ask, incredulous.
Dr. Devious makes a shooing motion in your general direction, focused intently on the book. “Go before I change my mind,” he tells you.
You shut your mouth and turn to go. The skunk women part reluctantly, leaving a narrow gap between them. You squeeze between them, brushing against their buxom, naked bodies. “Another time,” one of them whispers. You don’t stop to figure out who. You hurry up the stairs and out the front door, then retrace your steps to the town square.<<set $remote = "bad">>
[[Head for home|House 0]]
“No way!” you insist. “I’m not just giving you the book, not even at gunpoint.”
Dr. Devious shrugs. “Have it your way,” he sighs. He looks over at his guards. “Girls, be careful of the book,” he tells them. “Apart from that, he’s yours.”
The three skunk women advance on you grinning ferociously. Dr. Devious saunters over to a corner and sits on a stool, propping his elbow on a table and his chin on his hand. You back away from the skunks, looking around desperately. The golden-eyed skunk girl advances on you, while the green-eyed one circles the lab table.
You dart a glance from one to the other and then dive under the table. You scamper out the other side, intending to head for the stairs. Unfortunately, the towering red-eyed skunk woman is waiting at the end of the table with her back turned. You stare up at her ass, frozen in horror for a single heartbeat.
The skunk woman sprays, squirting two narrow streams of musk directly into your eyes. You cry out in pain, your eyes seared by the acrid musk. You tumble onto your back, blinded and clutching at your eyes. The stench of skunk fills your lungs.
You hear someone kick the book away from you. It slides across the floor, but you can spare it no attention. Strong hands grip you under the arms and haul you out from under the table. They drop you back onto the floor, letting your head fall with a painful clunk. You wipe furiously at your eyes, frantic to see what is going on.
The world comes into blurry focus, and you wish it hadn’t. The little yellow-eyed skunk is on all fours, straddling your body with her ass toward your face. As soon as she sees you looking at her, she lets loose, spraying a fountain of her anal perfume onto your head and shoulders. You gag in revulsion as the horrible smell fills your lungs even more strongly.
You start to roll over to get up, but the red-eyed skunk kicks your arms out from under you. She flips you onto your back again with one foot, almost negligently. The green-eyed skunk swings a leg across her little friend, straddling her ass. They nod once at each other, then spray simultaneously. Two geysers of skunk musk drench your head and chest. Coughing wracks your body and the stink makes your stomach roil.
The large skunk stands on your upper arms, and you let out a little gurgle of pain. She squats, moving fast. Her ass plummets to your face and she sprays, adding another burst of thick, clinging, reeking oil to the mess on your face. You kick uselessly at the floor, retching. The stink is overpowering in the enclosed room, making the air so thick with it that you can taste the bitter, acrid flavor. Your chest rasps and grates as you struggle to breathe the heavy, foul air.
The skunk women pile off you, but you just lie there, barely able to breathe. Dr. Devious’ blurry face appears in your line of sight, holding a fire-rescue oxygen mask to his mouth and nose. “Put him in the cell,” he orders, his voice muffled. “Then go retrieve his precious Rose.”
You try to protest, but the attempt to talk sets you coughing again. The skunk women haul you to a cell and close the door with a clang. Then everyone leaves.<<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_skunk = "Guard trio"; $current_mood = 2; $guard5_skunked +=1>>
[[Wait for someone to return|Lair 3_2_2_1]]
<<nobr>>
<<set $hint_list = ["You must learn how to move from Traci, the pole dancer at Pole Cats.","You must obtain the prize money from defeating Grapplin’ Greta in the ring.","You must have Traci at Pole Cats take you to the V.I.P. room.","You must play a riddle game with Heather, the librarian.","You must use the safe word to obtain handcuffs from Betty Danger.","You must bed Grapplin’ Greta and force her to submit to you.","You must submit to Betty Danger without a safe word.","You must satisfy Heather’s secret desire.","You must enter the Wildlife Sanctuary and use what you have learned to defeat the guards, so that you can obtain what you seek from the lair of Dr. Devious."]>>
<<endnobr>>You pass through a wrought-iron gate and approach the old Victorian house marked “Madame Mouffette’s Manor of Mystery”. Wisps of yellowish fog drift across the porch, which you assume come from some sort of hidden fog machine. On the doorframe is mounted a small, stained-glass skunk woman, bent over with her tail held high. Her back is, of course, to you. You gape as you realize the skunk’s asshole is the doorbell. You reach up, hesitantly, and push it. You hear a hiss like a spray can, followed by a low gong.
The door swings open slowly, revealing a slender skunk woman in a costume that seems more harem than gypsy. In fact, she isn't actually wearing any clothing at all! She does have on an impressive array of gold and ruby jewelry, though, on her arms, legs, neck, and head. She is covered in fur from head to toe. Her eyes are violet, and her long, white hair is tied in a ponytail. “What do you seek?” she asks, her voice low and silky.
“I, uh…” you say. “I’m looking for information.”
She steps aside and gestures you in. “Enter,” she invites. “Perhaps I can enlighten you.”
“Thanks,” you tell her as you come into the house. Tapestries and candles dominate the decorating, and she leads you to a parlor with nothing but cushions for seating. She gestures elegantly to one, and you sit.
“What do you seek?” she repeats, taking a seat across from you.
“My girlfriend received some perfume, and now she’s turning into a skunk woman,” you say. “She asked me to find a way to stop her from changing.”
Madame Mouffette frowns slightly and nods. “Not everyone finds the prospect of being a skunk pleasing,” she observes, and you let out a little sigh of relief, glad that she doesn’t seem offended by the idea. She looks deeply into your eyes. “I can help you,” she tells you. “But all knowledge comes with a cost.”
You nod slowly. “Okay,” you say. “How much do I need to pay you?”
Madame Mouffette shakes her head, chuckling softly. “You are too literal,” she tells you. “The cost will not be in money.” She stretches luxuriously, and you find your eyes roaming over her slender curves. She gives you a sharp-toothed smile. “A puckish spirit guides me,” she tells you. “She can give me knowledge, but she delights in risk.”
“Risk?” you echo, your heart sinking.
Madame Mouffette nods. “You will rim me,” she informs you. She flashes you a dazzling smile. “After all, I need to benefit from our arrangement as well.”
You can’t help but smile back, even though you don’t much care for the prospect of rimming a skunk. Her smile is just too infectious. “And the risk?” you ask.
The skunk woman holds up a set of dice. They are regular dice, except that the ‘1’ has been replaced by a picture of a skunk. “I will roll the bones,” she tells you. “One for each time you have sought guidance. If any reveals a skunk, well…” she shrugs. “You will need something stronger than mouthwash.”
You groan, and Madame Mouffette laughs lightly. “A puckish spirit, as I said.” She looks deeply into your eyes again. “Do you seek an answer?”<<set $gypsy_intro = true>>
[[Ask Mme. M. for a hint|Gypsy 1]]
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
Madame Mouffette stands and turns around. She bends forward slowly, bracing her hands on her thighs, and raises her tail. Her firm, tight buns spread as she bends over, revealing her pussy and asshole. “You may begin licking my rear passage,” she says softly. “Pleasure me, and I will begin to channel my guiding spirit.”
The slim skunk woman is very beautiful, and you would normally be completely happy to comply. But you can’t help but be apprehensive about having your tongue up a skunk’s ass, especially after Madame Mouffette described the risk involved. You wonder if there really is a mischievous spirit involved, or if the gypsy skunk just likes to play games. Either way, you need to pay the piper if you want her to help you.
You kneel behind the skunk woman and brace your hands on her firm, round buns. You lean in and start licking her asshole. You start tentatively, lapping around and across that dire pucker. Slowly, you work up the courage to slide your tongue up her ass. The skunk woman moans happily, pressing her tush back against your face. You lick slowly and deeply, taking your time. Madame Mouffette wiggles with excitement, her buns clenching and undulating. You gradually start to increase your pace and vigor, drawing gasps and sighs of delight from the skunk. “Now remember,” she tells you breathlessly, “keep licking until after I’ve rolled the bones.”
“Come, spirit!” she pants. “Give your insight to the seeker!”
The skunk woman’s voice suddenly changes, gaining a thick, Irish brogue. “Heed well, seeker!” she warns. “I’ll nae be repeating these words:”
//<<print $hint_list[$clues]>>//<<set $hints +=1>>
Madame Mouffette shakes her dice in her hands. Your heart pounds hard, but you keep licking. She tosses them to the floor and chuckles softly.
<<set $die_roll = random(1,100)>><<set $skunk_chance = [17, 31, 42, 52, 60, 67, 72, 77, 81, 84]>><<set $target = $skunk_chance[$hints]>><<if $die_roll > $target>><<display "Gypsy 1_1">><<else>><<display "Gypsy 1_2">><<endif>>
You press the skunk-ass doorbell, shuddering a little at the soft hiss that sounds before the gong. The door swings open. “Enter,” Madame Mouffette invites. She leads you to the room filled with cushions and seats you across from her. She looks deeply into your eyes. “What do you seek?” she intones.
[[Ask Mme. M. for a hint|Gypsy 1]]
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
You pass through a wrought-iron gate and approach the old Victorian house marked “Madame Mouffette’s Manor of Mystery”. Wisps of yellowish fog drift across the porch, which you assume come from some sort of hidden fog machine. On the doorframe is mounted a small, stained-glass skunk woman, bent over with her tail held high. Her back is, of course, to you. You gape as you realize the skunk’s asshole is the doorbell. You reach up, hesitantly, and push it. You hear a hiss like a spray can, followed by a low gong.
The door swings open slowly, revealing a slender skunk woman in a costume that seems more harem than gypsy. She is covered in fur from head to toe. Her eyes are violet, and her long, black-and-white hair is tied in a ponytail near the top of her head. “What do you seek?” she asks, her voice low and silky. Her hand flies to her nose. “Pfaugh!” she exclaims with a grimace. “Whatever you may have been seeking, you certainly found misfortune!” She shoos you away. “Return home and get cleaned up,” she tells you. “Or clean up at the tavern if it is the gladiator who played you foul.” She holds up a finger with her free hand. “But be warned!” she says. “My guiding spirit tells me you must not cross your own threshold more than five times if you wish to avoid your doom.” Without waiting for an answer, she closes the door. <<set $warning = true>>
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You press the skunk-ass doorbell, shuddering a little at the soft hiss that sounds before the gong. The door opens a few inches. Madame Mouffette’s eye appears in the gap. “Return home,” she tells you. “You cannot enter here with a Mouffette’s fragrance – you may only leave with it.”
<<nobr>><<if $warning is false>>“Or clean up at the tavern if it is the gladiator who played you foul.” She holds up a finger with her free hand. “But be warned!” she says. “My guiding spirit tells me you must not cross your own threshold more than five times if you wish to avoid your doom.”<<set $warning = true>><br><<endif>>
<<endnobr>>Without waiting for an answer, she closes the door.
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
“I guess this is your lucky day, seeker,” Madame Mouffette pants. “My spirit guide must be pleased with your performance.” She shivers. “I know I am. You may stop now.”
You breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you tell the gypsy skunk, “both for the guidance and for the chance to kiss your beautiful ass.”
Madame Mouffette chuckles. “Any time,” she tells you. “And I mean that sincerely.” She wiggles her perky butt in your face.
[[Kiss Mme. M.’s ass again, for good measure|Gypsy 1_1_1]]
[[Go back to the town square|Town 0]]
“Well, in that case…” you tell her. You lean in again, letting your tongue finish your thought for you as you slide it back up the skunk woman’s asshole.
Madame Mouffette churrs in pleasure. The sound startles you, but you keep licking. “Oh!” she says. “That’s very bold. I hope my spirit doesn’t…” Her words melt away into a long, low moan. Her legs start to tremble and her asshole clenches repeatedly around your tongue. She starts churring again, even louder. Her entire body trembles.
<<set $die_roll = random(1,100)>><<if $die_roll > $target>><<display "Gypsy 1_1_2">><<else>><<display "Gypsy 1_2">><<endif>>
Madame Mouffette wails loudly, her body clenching. Then she slowly sinks to the cushions, panting heavily. You smile at the gypsy skunk, pleased to see her feeling so good.
“My thanks,” she pants. “That felt marvelous.”
“My pleasure,” you tell her. “I look forward to my next visit.”
You stand and let yourself out as Madame Mouffette curls up among the cushions and falls asleep.<<set $gypsy_sex +=1>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
<<set $gypsy_sex +=1>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 1_2_" + $gypsy_skunked>><<if $gypsy_skunked > 3>><<set $scene = "Gypsy 1_2_3">><<endif>><<display $scene>>You feel the very tips of two blunt nubs brush your tongue. You yank your head back as fast as you can and close your mouth and eyes tightly. You hear a faint, soft hiss and feel oily wetness mist onto your face. The stench of skunk fills your lungs, and you struggle against an impending cough. You are mostly successful, although the stink makes each breath a battle to keep control. After a few moments, you risk opening your eyes for a peek.
Madame Mouffette stands above you, looking down with amusement. “It would seem the spirit was mischievous today,” she tells you unnecessarily. “Although I suspect she likes you.”
“Why’s that?” you rasp, your voice rough from the skunk spray.
“She was very gentle with you,” she says. “You hardly suffered at all.”
You grimace at the overpowering stink, not wanting to argue with the gypsy skunk. “Then I’ll count myself lucky,” you say. You get slowly to your feet. “Thank you for the information.”
Madame Mouffette smiles. “Any time,” she tells you. She waves her hand in front of her nose. “After you’ve had a chance to clean up,” she adds.<<set $skunked_last = "gypsy"; $gypsy_skunked +=1; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You feel the very tips of two blunt nubs brush your tongue. You yank your head back as fast as you can and close your mouth tightly, but you are still staring right at the skunk’s business end when she lets loose. Those sinister little nubs peek into view and she releases a fine mist that engulfs your head.
Your eyes sting and burn, leaking tears. But your nose and lungs bear the brunt of the misery. The acrid stink of skunk fills your nostrils and seeps deep into your lungs. Your breath catches in your throat and your hands clench in reflex, squeezing the skunk woman’s buns hard.
Madame Mouffette churrs softly and sprays again, drenching your head with another cloud of fine clinging mist. Your skin is slick with the noxious stuff, and your throat constricts, making you struggle to inhale even the smallest of foul-smelling breaths. The skunk’s asshole slowly relaxes and her weaponry slides back inside. You lean heavily against her, your body slumping with relief.
“I think your little squeeze surprised my spirit,” Madame Mouffette tells you. “I don’t normally hear her make that kind of noise unless she’s feeling particularly vengeful.”
You look up at her with watery eyes. “That wasn’t vengeful?” you gasp.
“Oh, no,” the gypsy skunk laughs. “That was quite merciful,” she tells you.
“Great,” you mutter. You slowly remove your hands from the skunk’s butt. “Um,” you say, “would you mind turning around?”
Madame Mouffette wiggles her tush in your face. “Why?” she asks. “Don’t you find the view pleasing?”
You chuckle hoarsely. “The view is magnificent,” you admit. “It’s the smell that worries me.”
The skunk woman’s asshole puckers. “Careful,” she warns. “A girl could get offended if you tell her she stinks.”
You hold up your hands to block the skunk’s aim. “I’m sorry!” you blurt hastily.
Madame Mouffette stands, chuckling, and you breath a sigh of relief. Your nose wrinkles from the smell, and you hastily smooth out your expression. “Better,” she says. “You might bear that in mind next time you’re behind a skunk.”
“Good advice,” you tell her with a chuckle of your own. You haul yourself to your feet. “Thank you,” you tell her.
“Thank me by cleaning up so you don’t stink up my parlor any further,” she tells you, shooing you out the door. <<set $skunked_last = "gypsy"; $gypsy_skunked +=1; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You feel the very tips of two blunt nubs brush your tongue. You yank your head back as fast as you can, but you barely manage to get your tongue out of the skunk’s ass before she sprays. The gypsy skunk fires a broad, messy fan of thick, clinging droplets. The musk splashes all over your face, and quite a bit of it spatters onto your tongue.
You gag on the bitter, acrid taste of the skunk’s musk. You work your tongue, trying to spit it out, but the oily, clinging perfume rapidly coats everything inside your mouth. You retch, glad your stomach is empty. Breathing through your mouth actually makes the stink worse, and you do your best to breathe through your nose.
Madame Mouffette leans back, her tail upright and bristling. She sprays again, this time in a fine mist. She lets loose just as you are inhaling, and you sniff the horrifying scent deep into your sinuses. Between the taste of skunk clinging to the inside of your mouth and this new assault on your nasal passages, it feels like your entire head is filled with the awful smell of skunk.
You dive to the side, flopping onto the cushions. Madame Mouffette stands and turns around, looking down at you and covering a smirk with one hand. “Try not to get so much on the cushions,” she says, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter. “Skunk spray is so difficult to clean up.”
You roll onto your back and scowl up at her. “You’re telling me,” you gripe. But you sit up, grimacing on the horrific combination of aroma and flavor.
Madame Mouffette helps you to your feet. “It is difficult,” she repeats, “but you really must do your best before you come back and see me again.” She smiles suddenly. “Do come back, though. My ass hasn’t had so much attention in a very long time.”
You shake your head ruefully as she ushers you out the door. <<set $skunked_last = "gypsy"; $gypsy_skunked +=1; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You feel the very tips of two blunt nubs brush your tongue. Before you can react, they dart along the sides of your tongue. The skunk unleashes a flood of vile-tasting musk directly into your mouth. The acrid, burnt-tasting oil washes over everything in your mouth and threatens to seep down the back of your throat. You collapse to the floor, retching uncontrollably.
The stink of skunk wreathes your head as you roll on the floor, fighting to retain control of your stomach. You have no attention to spare for Madame Mouffette. Your own misery eclipses any thought of your surroundings. But the skunk woman breaks through that veil of foul-tasting suffering when she kneels on your upper arms. You gap in horror as her ass descends toward your face.
The gypsy skunk wiggles as she sits on your face, adjusting herself so that her asshole is perched directly against your nostrils. You try to push her off, but your arms are too well pinned. The skunk’s asshole swells and the fleshy nozzles of her artillery slide up your nose. You thrash, trying to flip yourself to one side or the other with your legs, but you can’t break free.
Madame Mouffette churrs loudly. Skunk musk gushes up your nose, spurting deep into your sinuses. It burns the tender tissues inside your nose fiercely, but it smells even worse than it feels. The reek of skunk fills your head and clogs your airways. The oily flood prevents you from breathing through your nose, forcing you to gasp for air through your skunk-fouled mouth. But even so, the stink seems to seep into your entire head.
The gypsy skunk’s weaponry slides back out of your nose, and you gasp in relief. She gets up onto her knees, and you pant feebly, looking up at her noxious ass through the watery film of tears in your eyes. Madame Mouffette churrs again, and you gape in horror as her anal artillery darts into view once more. She sprays two thick, ropy streams right in your eyes, burning them horribly.
You try to cry out, but your voice catches in your throat and becomes a strangled gurgle. You try to claw at your eyes, but the skunk woman is still kneeling on your arms. Skunk musk oozes slowly down your temples, your upper lip, and your chin. The stench is so overwhelming that you don’t even notice when Madame Mouffette stands, removing the crushing pressure from your arms. You curl into a defensive ball out of pure reflex, your lungs shuddering spastically with each horrifically foul breath.
You have no idea how much time passes before your breathing starts to even out. You try to breathe shallowly, but even the tiniest sip of air reeks unbearably. You sit up, blinking your puffy, bloodshot eyes. “What the hell was that?” you manage to croak.
Madame Mouffette shakes her head sadly. “I suspect my spirit guide is losing patience with you,” she says. “If you come back here seeking more answers, you might get away without getting skunked.” She peers into your abused eyes, frowning. “But if she does take control and sprays you, I expect you will suffer this badly again.” She helps you to your feet and supports you as you shuffle toward the door. “Good luck out there,” she tells you.
“Thanks,” you tell her. You turn and head out the door. <<set $skunked_last = "gypsy"; $gypsy_skunked +=1; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
The skunk spins around, bends over, and sprays a cloud of fine mist that engulfs your entire body. You are still gaping at the abrupt view of her ass when the reeking cloud rolls over you. Skunk spray lands in tiny droplets, feather-light, on every inch of your front. The scent hits you like an ocean wave, though, pounding at your senses. You cough and choke, caught off-guard by her sudden anal assault.
You sit up to grab your pants, and this time you see the skunk’s artillery peek from her ass as she lets fly again. She unleashes a torrent of thick, heavy droplets that splatter all over your face. You gasp in shock at the stench that roils around you, filling your lungs with the skunk’s scent. You doggedly continue your motion, even though it means your ass is far too close to the skunk woman’s business end. You grip the waistband of your pants and yank upward.
The skunk unleashes another torrent of her anal perfume right in your face, utterly drenching your skin. You gag and choke, but you force yourself to stand, still hanging onto your pants. You turn and flee down the path, holding your pants up by the waistband because you don’t want to pause long enough to fasten them. You stagger and stumble, barely able to breathe, but you manage to stay upright enough to wind your way along the narrow trail.
“You won’t escape your fate by bedding me,” you hear the guard call after you. “I suggest you get used to the smell of skunk.”<<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard">>
<<if $backtrack is true>><<display "Forest 3">><<else>><<display "Forest 2">><<endif>>
The red-eyed skunk stands beside your head, looking down at you. “I see you’re getting hard already,” she observes, sounding almost clinical, as if she were noting that you had a mole on your arm. It’s true, though. Despite the danger, her naked body turns you on fiercely. “I can give you a truly memorable orgasm,” she offers. “Is that really what you want?”
You nod and smile. “Absolutely,” you tell her. “I want you.”
She turns around slowly, still standing up straight. She holds her tail high, giving you a magnificent view of her ample tush. “Are you sure?” she asks. “This is your last chance to leave quietly.”
You shake your head. “Quiet is overrated,” you answer. The sight of the skunk’s rear makes you more than a little nervous, but she did promise a memorable orgasm.
[>img[Guard_03_02.jpg]]The skunk woman sits slowly. You watch her ass loom closer, and it’s all you can do to force yourself to stay still. She sits sideways on your face, with the cleft of her buns running across your cheeks, right at the tip of your nose. She wiggles her broad hips, settling herself more firmly in her seat. Her asshole is pressed against the tip of your nose, and you start to wonder if she was lying.
But then the skunk guard leans to one side a little, takes hold of your hard-on with one hand and starts stroking. She varies her speed and angle of her wrist, wiggling her broad, round rump on your face as she pumps your cock. You moan into her ass, and the skunk woman sighs softly. Her asshole starts to pucker against your nose.
“Mmph!” you protest, but the skunk’s ass muffles your words. She starts stroking harder and faster, and you feel your balls start to tighten. Her asshole puckers further outward, and the tips of her sprayers brush against your nose. You try to get up, but it’s impossible with her sitting on your face. Your toes start to curl. She keeps stroking, and you erupt in her hand. The skunk woman sprays, drenching your face with a slippery film of her anal perfume between one spurt of your cock and the next. The nasal torture of the stench wars with the elation of your orgasm, making you twitch beneath the skunk’s ass.
The final droplets of cum spurt from your cock, and the skunk guard stops stroking. She wiggles her rear on your face, smearing the vile-smelling musk around. You splutter, struggling to breathe and trying to keep your mouth closed against the noxious oil at the same time. “I told you it would be memorable,” she says. “I find that the scent of skunk tends to make an impression on people.” She lets out a quiet snort. “Of course, your future will probably hold more such events.”
The skunk woman stands, staring down at you. “Go back the way you came, or I won’t be as nice,” she tells you. Her red eyes are unsettling, and you expect she really believes she was being nice.
You haul yourself to your feet and stagger back the way you came. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard3_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "guard 3"; $guard3_sex +=1>>
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You smile at the librarian. “Then maybe you can answer a riddle for me,” you suggest.
Heather <<if $librarian_mood>-1>>beams at you<<else>>gives you a grudging nod<<endif>>. “Okay,” she says. “Let’s hear it.”
You square your shoulders, hoping that Traci’s information is good. You take a deep breath and ask your riddle: “Smell me, buy me, and deliver me; I won’t change. What am I?”
Heather opens her mouth to answer, then shuts it abruptly. She taps her lower lip with her finger, looking at you searchingly. You just smile as patiently as you can, trying not to let your nervousness show. “I…” Heather says. “I don’t know.”
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You sigh. “I’d ask you to answer a riddle for me, but I already asked you the only tricky one I know.”
Heather rolls her eyes. “That awful pun about ‘scent’. Believe me, I remember.” She looks at you dubiously. “What on earth possessed you to ask a skunk that riddle? A skunk in a bad mood, at that!” She shakes her head slowly.
You shrug. “Like I said, it’s the only one I know that I thought you might not be able to answer.” You look at your toes for a moment, and then look up to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” you tell her sincerely. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I hoped you’d find it funny.”
Heather’s lips compress into a thin line for a moment, but then she cracks a small smile. “Idiot,” she tells you. “Maybe I can help you find a book about how to talk to women.”
You smile sheepishly. “It might not do much good,” you admit. “I have a way of putting my foot in my mouth.”
Heather’s smile grows more relaxed. “Maybe you should skip trying to impress me with riddles, then,” she advises you. <<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
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You sigh. “I’d ask you to answer a riddle for me, but I already asked you the only tricky one I know.”
Heather’s eyes narrow. “You only know one good riddle, and that one is an insult about the way I smell?” she growls. “You said you were good at riddles.” Her tail stands straight up and frizzes out. “You lied!”
“Wait,” you say nervously, holding your hands up in front of you. “I can explain.”
“I’m sure that would be another lie,” she growls as she stalks out from behind the reference desk. “Save your breath.” She advances on you with a purposeful stride, and you start to back away. “You’re going to need it,” she adds with a sneer.
You turn to run, but trip over a library stool. You tumble to the floor and land flat on your back. You start to get up, but Heather spins and stands astride your waist, facing your feet. You find yourself looking up her skirt at her big, furry buns. Normally, you would enjoy the fact that she doesn’t wear panties. But not now. “Wait,” you implore her. “Please!”
Heather sits on your chest, driving the breath out of you. The chubby skunk is solid and heavy, and she sat down hard. While you gasp for breath, she reaches behind herself and yanks up the hem of her skirt. Then she grabs her meaty buttocks with both hands and spreads them wide. You find yourself staring right at the asshole of an angry skunk. That dire pucker swells outward, and her sprayers slide into view.
Heather lets loose, showering your head with a shockingly large gusher of thick, clinging droplets. The stench hits you like a hammer, stunning you with its intensity. But your lungs are still on autopilot, struggling to suck in air after the impact of the chunky skunk’s butt on your chest. You gulp down shuddering lungfuls of the horrible scent. And all the while, Heather glares at you over her shoulder, her artillery poised for another shot. You blink furiously as tears leak from your stinging eyes, trying to keep the irate librarian in focus.
Very slowly, the skunk’s weaponry slips back into her asshole. Her back door gradually relaxes, and so do you. Your head is utterly drenched, and the stink that clings to your face is overpowering. You shiver at the thought of having to endure another dose. One was bad enough. “I’m sorry,” you manage to croak.
Heather snorts in disgust. “Of course you’re sorry,” she tells you. “You’ve just been skunked. Maybe if you come back here and apologize after you’re smelling better, I’ll believe you.” She bares her teeth. “Maybe,” she adds.
You just nod, not trusting your voice. The stench is making your throat sting and burn. Heather glares at you for a moment more, then stands and struts away. You watch her hefty buns sway, still bare to the world. Even in your misery, the sight is inspiring.
After a few strides, Heather realizes her ass is still exposed, and she yanks her skirt back into place. You wince, wondering if she’ll get mad that you were ogling her, but she still doesn’t spare a single glance at you. She goes back behind the reference desk and pointedly ignores you. You haul yourself to your feet and shuffle out of the library.<<set $librarian_mood = -3; $current_mood = $librarian_mood; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $skunked_last = "librarian">>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
[[Kiss and caress her all over|Library 6_1]]
[[Undress her|Library 6_2]]
You keep kissing and caressing Heather, your breath whooshing excitedly through your nose. She responds enthusiastically to every touch, every caress, but you notice that she seems particularly pleased anytime you grope her ample ass. You wonder if she would have responded the same way before her transformation into a skunk woman. You almost ask, but then think better of it. No sense disrupting the pleasure of the moment.
Heather's hands rove over your body, too, and her fingers tend to linger around the waistband of your pants. <<if $librarian_mood < 3>><<set $librarian_mood +=1; $current_mood = $librarian_mood>><<endif>>
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Hours later, the door to the lab opens again. The mad doctor enters, wearing his oxygen mask, followed by his three aromatic guards. They step aside to reveal Rose, now fully transformed. Unlike the other skunks, she has no smooth skin on her legs and hips. She is furry from the breasts down. She strides over to you, hips swaying.
<<display "Lair 3_2_3">>You descend the stairs beside a sign that reads “Betty Danger’s Bawdy Dungeon” in heavy, Gothic letters. You knock on the heavy, wooden door. A panel slides aside. You see vivid blue eyes inspecting you carefully. “Are you looking for danger?” a muffled, feminine voice asks.
“I guess so,” you answer with a shrug.
[>img[Betty_03.png]]The door swings open, and you can’t help but stare. A busty woman in a black leather catsuit stands in the doorway. Skunk ears peek up underneath her leather hood, and a skunk tail waves in the air behind her. Her face, though, is completely human. Her white-streaked black hair spills through the hood in a long, flowing ponytail. The catsuit is so low-cut it leaves her pale, smooth breasts completely bare except for a set of furry white pasties. Her high-heeled boots and gloves are trimmed with white fur, too. “You shouldn’t guess about danger,” she purrs.
You shake your head and close your mouth. You throw your shoulders back. “I’m looking for danger,” you declare.
The skunk woman gives you a gleaming, white smile. “And you have found her,” she tells you. She steps aside. “Do come in.”
You step through, and she shuts and locks the door behind you. As she turns away to lock the door, you can see that there is a heart-shaped opening in her catsuit below her tail, revealing smooth, bare buns. You stare, fascinated, as she turns back toward you. Looking carefully, you manage to see that the point of the heart extends just past her pussy lips, leaving the catsuit crotchless. “Welcome to my dungeon,” she says, her voice soft and silky. “I haven’t seen you before, so let me explain how this works. I run this place for my own enjoyment. It’s free of charge, but,” she flicks the tip of her tail, “that doesn’t mean you won’t pay for your pleasure.”
You stifle a groan. You’d rather pay cash, if she means what you think she does. Still, she might be able to help you. “I understand,” you tell her.<<set $dungeon_intro = true>>
Betty’s nose wrinkles and her nostrils flare. “I can smell that you do,” she purrs. “You must have been a bad, bad boy,” she purrs.
You shrug. “I guess you could say that,” you admit.
“But we can’t have you running around stinking of some other skunk, now can we?” she asks, pouting prettily.
You shake your head. “No, we can’t,” you agree. “It’s nice of you to offer to help me clean up.”
Betty laughs. “Who said anything about cleaning up?” she says. She turns around, her tail held high. “I said we can’t have you smelling like some other skunk’s ass.” She bends over, her bare ass peeking through the heart-shaped hole in her catsuit. You see her asshole start to pucker.
“No! Wait!” you blurt. But it’s too late.
Betty’s artillery slips into view and she showers you from head to toe with a fountain of her potent scent. Even though you already stink, you stagger from the pungent scent that washes over you. You have no idea how the dominatrix could tell the fragrance that you were already wearing from her own brand of noxious perfume. It all reeks of skunk to you, making your eyes water and your lungs heave. She must be some kind of skunk spray connoisseur, and you shudder at the thought of being skunked often enough to tell one fragrant perpetrator from another. A sinking feeling tells you that if you don’t solve Rose’s problem, you may develop that kind of expertise whether you want to or not.
“Much better,” Betty says. She stands and turns to face you, inspecting her work carefully. “Maybe next time you’ll know better than to show up with proof that you’ve been tangling with another skunk,” she tells you. She unlocks the door and holds it open for you.
You look outside and then stare at Betty, your bloodshot eyes wide. “What?!” you wheeze. “That’s it? You’re just going to hose me down and send me away?”
Betty’s eyes narrow and her lip curls. “Perhaps you think I’m being unfair?” she asks, her voice low and steely. The tip of her tail flicks back and forth in the air behind her.
You decide that arguing with a trigger-happy skunk isn’t the wisest thing you could do. “No,” you sigh, “I’m just frustrated.” You grimace, both at your situation and at the stink that surrounds you.
Betty laughs. “Frustrated I can cure,” she purrs. “//After// you no longer smell like skunk butt.”
You shake your head and chuckle. “I’m sure you can,” you admit, your own voice raspy. You give her a polite nod and head out into the street.<<nobr>><<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
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You knock on the door to Betty Danger’s. The panel in the door slides open, and you see Betty’s eyes. She raises her head to sniff through the open panel, then her eyes reappear, shining brightly. “Ooh!” you hear her exclaim.
[>img[Betty_03.png]]The door opens abruptly. Betty grabs your wrist and yanks you inside, locking the door behind you. She presses her back flat against the door, her hands spread and pressed against its surface. She props the sole of one booted foot against the door beside her other knee and leers at you. “You absolutely reek!” she accuses with a dazzling smile.
You grin sheepishly. “Yeah, I uh… ran into a bit of trouble. Again.”
Betty pushes herself off the door and strides toward you, her nostrils flaring. You back up as she advances, but all too soon you run against the back wall of the little entryway. The dominatrix presses herself against you, her breasts and hips rubbing distractingly. “And you decided I need to smell it,” she purrs. “Even though you know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” She raises her tail high.
“Now wait a minute,” you say nervously.
Betty chuckles. “Oh, no,” she tells you. “You’re not talking your way out of this.” She gropes your crotch, and your dick responds instantly to her touch. “The first time you showed up here smelling of another skunk girl’s ass, I //might// have believed it was just a foolish choice on your part. But a second time?” She chuckles again. “Now you’re just bragging, and you know you’re going to get skunked again.” She runs a long-nailed finger down your cheek. “You //want// me to spray you,” she accuses.
“No, I¬¬—” you begin, but Betty cuts you off.
“Don’t throw me into that briar patch!” the skunk woman teases. “Go on, pull the other one.” She grins at you, then starts to turn around slowly. She bends over right in front of you. “Better yet,” she says, “pull my tail.”
“What?” you blurt.
“You heard me,” Betty says. “Pull. My. Tail.” She wiggles her ass against your crotch. “//Now!//” she demands.
You realize you don’t have any choice. You can’t get out of the dungeon until Betty unlocks the door, and she won’t do that until she’s had her fun. You lick your lips, then shut your mouth tightly. You reach out with both hands and take a firm grip on the base of the skunk woman’s tail.
Betty tilts her hips, pointing her ass upward. “Pull it!” she urges.
You decide there’s no sense in half measures. You yank upward, hard. Betty lets out a cry of pain that sounds suspiciously aroused. At the same time, her asshole flares outward and her artillery drenches your entire front with a fountain of skunk spray. The pungent smell rolls over you, flattening you against the wall. You gasp and wheeze, stunned by the intensity of the stench even though you already stank of skunk when you arrived at Betty Danger’s.
“Now drop your pants!” Betty hisses, grinding her ass against you.
“What?!” you manage to gasp, despite your breathlessness.
“Fuck me now, or I will empty my scent glands in your face!” she growls.
You hastily unfasten your pants and shimmy them down. It isn’t easy with Betty pressed back against you, but you manage it. Your hard-on presses back against the leather-clad dominatrix, ready to go. You push against her rear with one hand, and she leans forward just enough for you to aim your dick at her pussy. As soon as your tip brushes her lips, she leans back hard, impaling herself on your pole in one swift motion.
You grunt and Betty moans. She starts pounding her ass against you, hard and fast. You grab onto her tush with both hands, feeling leather and bare skin beneath your fingers. You weren’t so glad of the peekaboo window in her outfit a moment ago, but right now it seems like a marvelous thing. Her hot, silky tunnel slides along your shaft, squeezing you in amazing ways. You just hang on for the ride, pinned between the skunk’s booty and the wall.
Betty’s tail gradually angles further and further forward over her back. Her asshole flexes with the movement, and you stare down at her ass apprehensively. You pant hard as she fucks you, and each breath drives the scent of her anal perfume deep into your lungs. Betty bites her lip and breathes through her nose, sniffing enthusiastically. “Close,” she grunts.
“Me too,” you answer breathlessly.
Betty grins wickedly. “Gonna make it mind-blowing,” she pants. “Breathe deep!”
Before you can react, her asshole flares outward again and she unleashes a fountain of golden, oily musk that spatters all over your front. You gasp in horror as Betty wails at the top of her lungs, her body quaking. She impales herself as hard as she can on your cock and pins you against the wall. To your surprise, you cum too, spurting your load into the eager skunk’s pussy.
You slump against the wall, wheezing. The only thing holding you up is the pressure of Betty’s booty. She grins crookedly over her shoulder at you. “Makes you cum hard as hell, doesn’t it?” she pants.
You just grimace, struggling for breath. Betty laughs at your expression. “Of course, you won’t admit that. It would spoil the fun, for both of us.” She leans forward and slides off your pole. Then she turns around and leans in close, sniffing at your face. “But any time you want a repeat performance, you just show up at my doorstep stinking of some other skunk,” she tells you. She helps you to the door, unlocks it, and shoos you out. “Any time!” she calls after you as you climb the stairs to the street.<<nobr>><<if $dominatrix_mood < 3>><<set $dominatrix_mood +=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<set $dominatrix_sex +=1; $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<endnobr>>
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“I’m sorry,” you say dejectedly. “I just don’t think I can do that.”
Betty shrugs. “Suit yourself,” she says. “And don’t be so gloomy about it. You’re girlfriend is going to love being a skunk, once she gets used to the idea.” She grins wickedly. “And then you’ll get to smell her ass.”
You shudder. “There’s nothing else I could do to persuade you?” you ask plaintively.
Betty shakes her head. “Nothing comes to mind,” she tells you. She eyes you carefully. “Are you sure stopping her transformation isn’t your idea?” she asks pointedly.
You hold up your hands. “No, no,” you assure her quickly. “Rose was the one who sent me out to look for a solution.” You decline to mention that you endorse her idea wholeheartedly.
“A solution?” Betty echoes, scowling. “I guess now I know what you really think of skunk women.”
“I’m sorry,” you tell her quickly. “That didn’t come out right.”
“No, it certainly didn’t,” Betty agrees.<<nobr>><<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
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You grit your teeth. Betty’s proposal sounds like a monumentally bad idea, but you don’t know how else you can get a copy of that book. You sigh hard through your nostrils. “Okay,” you say quietly. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent!” Betty says with a broad smile. “Right this way.” She escorts you to one of the dungeon cells. In the middle of the floor stands a dentist’s chair without arms, and the dominatrix leads you over to it. “Lie down,” she orders.
You comply, climbing into the chair without comment. Betty buckles a series of straps across you, starting at your ankles and working your way up to your chest. She straps your arms tightly to your sides, then reclines the chair partway and lowers it.
You watch helplessly as Betty swings a leg across you and straddles your neck. “Are you ready?” she purrs, her ass looming close.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh.
Betty settles her ass on your face, her asshole poised directly on your nose. “Then start sniffing,” she orders.
You grimace, but take a long, slow sniff. The skunk’s asshole swells, and your heart pounds hard. “Again,” Betty orders.
You sniff again, and Betty’s back door puckers even further. The wrinkled flesh of it just barely brushes your nostrils. “Again!” she snaps. “Harder!”
You shudder, but you empty your lungs and start a long, hard sniff. There is a soft hiss, and warm gas jets up your nose. You are relieved that she didn’t spray you, but you can’t say you’re exactly thrilled about having a skunk fart in your face. You sniff it up, gagging on the smell. Her sulfurous gas is laced with the unmistakable aroma of skunk. The combination is vile, but you console yourself with the fact that at least soap and water should be enough to clean you up. You groan in disgust.
“How does that smell?” Betty teases.
“Horrible!” you gasp. “I think you burned off all my nose hair.”
“Flatterer,” Betty accuses. “Sniff another one.”
You grimace, but force yourself to empty your lungs slowly and sniff again. As soon as you start to inhale, Betty lets out a long, low, rippling fart. It smells like a combination of swamp and skunk, and you choke on the stink. “That’s awful!” you sputter.
“Better get used to it,” Betty warns you. “I’ve been saving these up all day.” She settles her ass more firmly on your face. “Again!” she orders.
You do your best to sniff with your nose pressed directly against the skunk woman’s asshole. She lets out a long, trumpeting fart that fills your nose with a horrific stink. “Mmph!” you protest.
“Don’t you like that?” Betty teases.
“Nhm-mm!” you respond, hoping she correctly interprets your answer as a ‘no’. You wouldn’t want anyone to fart right up your nose like this, and the skunk woman’s farts smell worse than any you’ve ever encountered.
“Awww, that’s too bad,” Betty tells you. “But you’d better make me believe you love it, or I’ll spray you instead.”
Your heart races, and you close your eyes in dread. You empty your lungs again, and force yourself to sniff with all your might. You hear another soft hiss and smell another warm jet of ass gas. The smell makes you gag, but you force yourself to keep sniffing. But then the hiss turns wet, and a fine mist shoots up your nose and around the outside of it. The skunk spray burns your nostrils and brings tears to your eyes, and the stench fills your sinuses as if you’d been using it as nasal spray. You choke and thrash against your bonds, but you can’t move.
Betty laughs. “Oops,” she says in a little-girl voice. “I sprayed anyway.” She laughs again as you gag and choke in misery under her ass. “Now comes the fun part,” she tells you. “You get to keep sniffing, even though you know I’m going to skunk you this time. And you’ll make me believe you love every last drop if you want me to tell you where the book is. What do you say?” She lifts her ass just enough for you to be able to answer her. <<nobr>><<set $dominatrix_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "dominatrix"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true>><<endnobr>>
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“Stop!” you rasp. “No more!” You pant hard, feeling like just those three words took all your breath to choke out.
“Are you sure?” Betty asks. “You won’t find out where to get your book if you don’t please me.” She wiggles her ass in front of your nose.
“I’m sure,” you wheeze. “Can’t take any more.”
“Suit yourself,” Betty says. She clambers off you and unstraps you from the chair. She escorts you to the entryway. “Bring your girlfriend around when her change is finished,” she tells you. “The two of us will have a lot of fun with you.” She shakes her head and frowns. “And try not to insult any more skunks,” she adds. “I hope you’ve figured out that’s a bad idea.”
You sigh, but give no other answer as you head up the stairs and into the street. <<nobr>><<if $dominatrix_mood > -3>><<set $dominatrix_mood -=1; $current_mood = $dominatrix_mood>><<endif>><<endnobr>>
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
You stare at Betty’s noxious ass. You can’t recall ever having been in a worse predicament, but you really need that book. Besides, it would be pointless to come this far and then quit. “Let me have it,” you rasp.
Betty wiggles her rear end in front of your nose. “Are you sure?” she asks you. “It’s your last chance to say no.”
You remind yourself that she wants you to convince her you like it. “Make me suffer,” you grate.
Betty laughs. “Oh, you will regret saying that,” she tells you. Then she sits again, nestling her asshole firmly against your nose. That dire ring of flesh puckers and you feel the tips of her sprayers brush lightly against your nostrils. “Go on,” she tells you. “Take a big sniff.”
A shiver of dread runs up your spine and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. But you let out your breath and take a big sniff of the skunk’s asshole. She sprays, and you snort another dose of fine mist deep into your nose. You choke and splutter, unable to continue inhaling when the foul-smelling musk burns your nostrils. Your eyes leak tears and you strain against your bonds.
Betty rocks forward just enough to lift her weight off your mouth. “What do you think?” she asks.
You gasp desperately for air. “I think…” you choke out. “I think I need some more of that ass.”
Betty chuckles and sits back. “Then take another sniff,” she tells you.
You start to sniff again, but your body is wracked by a painful cough. The stink that fills your nostrils is too intense. But Betty stays seated firmly on your mouth, making you cough and snort through your nose. The acrid smell fills your head and makes you nauseated. But eventually, you managed to get your cough under control. You take a slow, steady sniff of the skunk’s asshole.
Betty sprays again, and your head tries to snap back. But you are bound too tightly, and your neck muscles strain uselessly. The stink of skunk fills your lungs, making you choke. Your fingers form stiff claws as you struggle in vain to escape the foul aroma.
Then Betty sits back even further, cutting off your air completely. She wriggles on your face, smearing the musk around. Her asshole rubs repeatedly against your nose, and her smooth skin slips and slides against yours. Your lungs burn from the spray and the lack of air. Your chest aches. Finally, she sits forward again. You sniff desperately at her back door.
Betty unleashes another burst of reeking mist, and you snort it up. It hangs in the air around your face, forcing you to inhale it repeatedly. The stench makes your head pound. But you breathe it in greedily, craving oxygen. And then the skunk woman sits back, cutting off your air again. She writhes in her seat, smearing even more of her anal perfume into your skin.
You lose count of how many times Betty runs through that same cycle, smothering you until your body is utterly desperate for air and then unleashing hell right up your nose. Your head is spinning and your vision is starting to blur. But then you hear the skunk woman announce, “I’m almost out.” It makes you want to shout for joy.
But then you feel Betty’s sprayers slide up your nostrils. “Mmph!” you protest, trying to flail around.
“Get ready,” the skunk woman warns you. “This one is going to be truly memorable.” She leans forward just the tiniest bit, giving you a narrow airway. You sniff hard, barely able to force air past the fleshy nozzles in your nostrils. You exhale and sniff again, unable to get enough air to satisfy your body’s needs. You keep sniffing, inhaling the awful smell and waiting for disaster.
Those sinister nozzles swell, cutting off your airway completely even as you try to drag air past them. Then they erupt, spurting thick streams of musk deep into your nose. You try to cry out, but Betty’s ass smothers your complaint. You try to thrash in panic, feeling like you’re suffocating, but the straps hold you fast.
Finally, Betty lifts her weight off your face. You gasp desperately through your mouth, your nose completely clogged with thick, oily skunk spray. The stench is unbelievable – far worse than you have ever encountered or even imagined. It feels like your entire head is filled with her horrifyingly foul aroma. Betty climbs off you as you struggle for breath, smiling at your misery.
Eventually, your breathing evens out enough to risk a few words. “The book?” you rasp.
“Tch,” Betty says, pursing her lips. “I have no idea where to find it.”
You gape at your tormentor in disbelief. “What?!” you manage to croak out.
Betty shakes her head. “I lied,” she tells you. “I just wanted to make sure you suffered appropriately for wanting to stop your girlfriend from becoming a skunk.” She sighs. “I have to admit, I was pretty upset. But I feel better now. Don’t you?”
You groan miserably, and then start to cough.
Betty unfastens the straps holding you down. “I suggest you think about the choices that led you to this state before you come back and see me again,” she tells you. “But do come back and see me again. And bring that girlfriend of yours.” She turns and strides out of the room, her boot heels clicking on the stone floor. You lay limply in the chair for a long, long time.
After a while, you can breathe well enough to get up and shamble out into the street. You still stink unbearably, of course. You wonder how you’re going to manage to clean out the inside of your nose.
[[Go to the town square|Town 0]]
[[Go home and clean up|House 0]]
[[Knock on the door and demand the nanite controller|Lair 1]]
[[Sneak in and try to find the controller|Lair 2]]
[[Try to find another way in|Lair 4]]
[[Head back into the forest|Forest 3][$backtrack = true]]
<<if $book is true>>[[Knock on the door and offer the book in exchange for the controller|Lair 3]]<<endif>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Clarice"; $current_mood = $trainer_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<if visited() is 1>><<set $scene = "Lair 4_0_1">>
<<elseif $trainer_skunked is 0>><<set $scene = "Lair 4_0_2">>
<<elseif $trainer_skunked is 1>><<set $scene = "Lair 4_0_3">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Lair 4_0_4">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
<<nobr>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Rose"; $current_mood = $girlfriend_mood>>
<<endnobr>>“My poor dear,” she says, frowning. <<if $skunked is true>>“It smells like you went through hell for me.”<<else>>”Look at what you’ve done to try to help me. It must have been hell.”<<endif>>
You nod at her from your seat against the wall, still feeling too exhausted to stand. “You might say that,” you rasp. “But I failed.” You look up at her eyes miserably.
[>img[rosed6.png]]Rose sighs. “I should have saved you the effort,” she says. “If only I had known how wonderful this was going to be.”
“What?!” you croak. “What do you mean?”
Rose smiles sadly at you. “I mean, I see now what a wonderful gift Dr. Devious has given me.” She gestures down at her body, naked except for her fur. “And I know now that it was wrong for you to defy him.”
“You can’t mean that,” you plead.
“Oh, but I do,” Rose assures you. “And as his newest guard, I have to punish you for it.” She turns around slowly, bends over, and presses her gorgeous, round ass against the bars.
“No, wait!” you shout hoarsely. “Rose!” But your pleas die in your throat as you see her asshole pucker slowly. You watch in dismay as the nubs of her scent glands slip into view.
“Smell it all for me,” Rose tells you. She sprays, hosing you down with a fountain of her anal weaponry. You choke on the renewed stink, aghast that your own girlfriend would do such a thing. She sprays again and again, drenching you from head to toe. There is nowhere for you to escape to, and your despair is so deep you’re not sure you would if you could. You just writhe in misery as she bombards you with shower after shower of reeking, clinging mist. You are shocked at the sheer quantity of the horrifying musk a single skunk girl can dish out, and the smell grows more powerful than you would have believed possible. You slump slowly onto the floor, wheezing shallowly.
Finally, Rose stands. “I’ve asked Dr. Devious to give you to my sisters and me,” she tells you. “I want to share you with my new family.”
You shudder in horror. When that package arrived on your doorstep, you would never have dreamed that you would become a plaything for an entire group of trigger-happy skunk women. You wish you would have stayed in bed.<<set $game = "lost"; $girlfriend_skunked+=1; $current_skunk = "Rose"; $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $current_mood = 2>>
[[GAME OVER]]You creep around the outside of the manor. The stone walls look thick and solid, and there are no windows low enough to reach from the ground. Still, you hope there might be a cellar entrance or something. You stay close to the wall, glancing up periodically to assure yourself that no one is watching from one of the high, narrow windows.
The house actually has squat, round towers at the corners, which does a lot to make the place seem like a castle. You are just rounding the second tower in the back of the house when you pause. You backtrack a few steps and look closely. The color of the stone in one section is just a little different. Maybe it’s just a result of repairs, but maybe not. You lean against it and push.
Nothing happens. You breathe a sigh of disappointment. But then it occurs to you that a concealed door like this would probably open outward. You feel around, looking for some sort of switch or mechanism. Eventually, you find a stone that moves inward about an inch when you push it. There is a muffled click, and a narrow, person-high section of the wall swings outward.
You flatten yourself against the wall beside the door for a long moment, listening. But you don’t hear anything. You peek inside, and see a narrow stone stairway going down, lit by electric wall sconces that mimic candles. Moving slowly and carefully, you step inside.
As you make your way downward, the fifth stair sinks slightly and makes a sharp click. You spin in place to see the door swinging shut. You dash back up, but it closes with a dull thud and a heavy click. You push hard, but it doesn’t budge. You search frantically for some sort of lever or other mechanism, but you can’t find one.
With a sense of dread, you continue down the stairs. You reach a large room at the bottom, and the contents don’t do anything to ease your anxiety. Various chains and manacles are attached to chairs and x-shaped frames. One of the frames is against the wall, and one is bolted flat on the floor. A skunk woman stands in the middle of the room, smiling slightly.
[>img[Clarice_00.jpg]]The skunk’s body is covered with black fur from her breasts down, broken by two bold white stripes that run from her breasts down to her ankles. Unlike the guards you’ve met, her hips and legs are completely fur-covered. Her face is entirely human, although skunk ears peek up from her hair. Her hair is white, streaked liberally with gray and black, and hangs down to her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep amber, making her face even more exotic. “I’ve been wondering if someone might show up in response to my employer’s latest attempt to find his book,” she says.
“Yes,” you agree noncommittally. You peer intently at her. “So you know about the book?” you ask.
She shrugs. “I know he’s looking for it. It doesn’t matter much to me, honestly, but it seems important to him.” She gives you a small nod. “My name is Clarice, by the way.”
“Pleased to meet you, Clarice,” you say, figuring it’s best to be polite. You introduce yourself, then look around the room. “So can you help me?” you ask, hoping that she’s as friendly as she seems, despite the surroundings.
“I can,” the skunk woman admits, “but perhaps not in the way you’d expect.” You look at her quizzically, and she continues. “I can’t help you find the book, or the nanite controller that you’re supposed to swap it for,” she tells you. “But I can help you in another way, if you want.”
[[Accept her help|Lair 4_1]]
[[Decline her help|Lair 4_4]]
[[Ask if you can get into the rest of Dr. Devious’s house through here|Lair 4_3]]
Clarice gives you a firm nod. “Good,” she says. “Lie down on the St. Andrew’s cross on the floor.”
You goggle at her. “What?!” you blurt.
“The big x-shaped frame,” she explains.
“Why would I do that?” you ask incredulously.
Clarice sighs, making her bosom heave distractingly. “You did say you want my help,” she reminds you. “Trust me, this will help.”
You eye her skeptically. “How will locking me to some kind of cross help?”
Clarice wrinkles her nose and purses her lips. “You’ll see,” she says. “You’ll just have to trust me,” she repeats. “Now take off your clothes and lie down.”
You stare searchingly at Clarice. You are more than a little suspicious that she’s not willing to tell you just how she intends to help. You can’t imagine a good outcome from chaining yourself up with a skunk woman. But then, she did give you a choice about accepting this supposed help. Besides, if she wanted to get nasty, she has already had plenty of opportunity. You give a mental shrug and decide to go along with it. You strip a little self-consciously, even though Clarice is already naked. You set your clothes aside, lie down and spread your limbs out on the frame. “Like this?” you ask.
“Just like that,” Clarice agrees with a smile. She kneels and locks your wrists and ankles to the cross. She sits up and looks down at you, brushing a lock of hair away from your forehead. “Now,” she explains, “usually I end up helping the women who received the perfume samples from Dr. Devious.” She shrugs. “The ones resourceful enough to find their way here, at any rate,” she adds. “But you haven’t used any of the perfume, so I’m guessing you’re here on someone else’s behalf.”
You nod. “My girlfriend, Rose,” you tell her. “She got a bottle of perfume, and she’s turning into a skunk.”
Clarice smiles gently. “It’s really not so bad,” she tells you. “And while there’s always a chance someone will find that book, the odds are against it. So I try to help the women affected get used to the changes they’re going through.”
“Okay,” you say uncertainly. “So how are you going to help me?”
Clarice caresses your cheek. “I’m going to help you understand that it’s not so bad being involved with a skunk woman.”
Your eyes narrow. “So why the restraints?” you ask.
Clarice gives a soft sigh. <<if $skunked is true>>”I can smell that you’ve had a run-in with at least one of the transformed women around here,” she points out. <<endif>>”You’ve probably noticed that the women affected by the nanites aren’t exactly hesitant about using their new defenses.”
You nod. “Some of them use it more for offense than defense,” you gripe.
Clarice chuckles softly. “True enough,” she agrees. “So you’re going to have to expect your Rose to get a little trigger-happy from time to time.”
“Not if I can stop her transformation!” you insist.
Clarice shrugs. “Sure, but you can’t count on that. So you’d better get used to the idea of smelling like skunk if you want to stay with her.”
“//That’s// how you’re going to help?” you exclaim. “You’re going to spray me?” You tug at your bonds, but they’re well secured.
Clarice nods. “That’s part of it,” she admits. “I’m going to show you that there can be a lot of pleasure that goes along with the dangers of being with a skunk.” She smiles again. “You may have also noticed that the skunk women around town tend to be pretty horny.”
“Maybe,” you mumble with a blush.
[>img[Clarice_04.jpg]]She climbs on top of you in a 69 position. Her legs are mostly stretched out behind her, sandwiching your head between her thighs. “You really can have a lot of fun with a skunk’s booty in your face,” she assures you gently. “Are you ready?”
[[Yes|Lair 4_1_1]]
[[No|Lair 4_1_2]]
“I’m sorry,” you say, “I really can’t let myself get distracted right now.”
Clarice shrugs. “Suit yourself,” she says, “but please believe me when I tell you that it’s extremely unlikely you’ll find what you’re looking for out there.”
You nod. “I know, but I have to try,” you tell her.
Clarice gives a small sigh. “Good luck to you, then. Go back up the stairs, and I’ll unlock the door from here.”
You turn and climb the stairs, and find that the door is, indeed, unlocked.
<<display "Lair Options">>
You creep around the house to the hidden door at the back tower. You press the secret stone and the door swings open. You descend the stairs, breathing softly. As before, the fifth stair depresses ever so slightly and gives a loud click. The door swings shut and locks behind you. You take several deep breaths to ease the apprehension of being locked in with a skunk woman, even though you know she’s friendly.
[>img[Clarice_00.jpg]]You proceed downward, and sure enough, Clarice is waiting for you at the bottom again. You suspect the door alerts her somehow. “Hello, Clarice,” you say.
“Hello,” she answers you. ”Have you changed your mind about accepting my help?” she asks with a crooked smile.
[[Accept her help|Lair 4_1]]
[[Decline her help|Lair 4_4]]
[[Ask if you can get into the rest of Dr. Devious’s house through here|Lair 4_3]]
“I really need to get into Dr. Devious’s house,” you tell Clarice. “Is there anyway to get up there from here?”
Clarice shakes her head. “That’s not the sort of help I’m offering,” she tells you.
Your eyes narrow. “But you’re not denying there is a way in,” you say. “Please, you have to tell me!”
Clarice frowns. “There is a way in,” she admits, “but you don’t want to use it. You really need to trust me on this.”
[[Trust Clarice|Lair 4_3_1]]
[[Insist that Clarice show you the way in|Lair 4_3_2]]
You creep around the house to the hidden door at the back tower. You press the secret stone and the door swings open. You descend the stairs, breathing softly. As before, the fifth stair depresses ever so slightly and gives a loud click. The door swings shut and locks behind you. You take several deep breaths to ease the apprehension of being locked in with a skunk woman, even though you know she’s friendly.
[>img[Clarice_10.jpg]]You proceed downward, and sure enough, Clarice is waiting for you at the bottom again. She looks slightly different now, though. Her hair color is darker, and the white stripes of her fur are not as straight. Her face is the same, though, right down to her intriguing amber eyes. She’s also wearing a pair of soft leather boots, which strikes you as a little strange when she’s otherwise naked. “Clarice?” you ask.
The skunk woman nods. “It’s me,” she tells you. “I’m the first who was changed by the nanites,” she explains. “They were a prototype, and they haven’t entirely deactivated. Every once in a while, they make minor changes to my hair and fur.”
You manage not to grimace. “That sounds… unsettling,” you tell her.
Clarice shrugs. “It’s not so bad.” She flashes you a smile. “A girl likes to change her hair from time to time, you know.” She looks you up and down slowly. “So, you’re back,” she says. “Does that mean you need more of my help?” She winks at you.
[[Tell her you could use more practice dealing with Rose’s change|Lair 4_2]]
[[Ask if you can get into the rest of Dr. Devious’s house through here|Lair 4_3]]
You blush. “Well, actually, I was sort of hoping you might give me a little more practice in getting used to Rose’s transformation,” you tell her. “Just in case.”
Clarice laughs. “I’m beginning to suspect that our last session was more than a little successful.” She nods toward the St. Andrew’s cross on the floor. “But just to be sure, let’s lock you in again, shall we?”
You mumble a sheepish, “Okay,” and take off your clothes. Clarice is paying very close attention as you strip, and you feel a little self-conscious. But you lay down onto the heavy metal frame and let her shackle you to it.
Clarice stands over you, then steps across your body to straddle you below your arms. She raises her tail, showing off her shapely rump. “The interesting thing about skunk tails,” she tells you, “is that they really accentuate a woman’s rear end. Don’t you think?”
You nod. “It is an impressive view,” you agree.
Clarice smiles at you. “You see?” she says. “You are learning a better perspective on your situation.” She squats, sitting on your face. “So what do you think of //this// perspective?” she asks.
“Mmph!” you say into her ass. She’s sitting so hard you can’t get any air.
[>img[Clarice_11.jpg]]Clarice chuckles. “I hope that was a flattering comment about my butt,” she says, wiggling said butt on you. Her round, furry buns are mashed against your face, pressing the back of your head firmly against the floor. Then she lays forward along your body, wraps the fingers of one hand around your rapidly stiffening shaft, and cupping your balls with her other hand.
You gasp and pant as she leans forward just enough for you to be able to get a little air. “It does feel wonderful,” you tell her, your voice still muffled by her booty, “although there’s a lot to be said for being able to breathe, too.”
“You can expect a lot of breathing difficulty in your future,” Clarice reminds you. “Just remember to focus on the good things that come along with it.” Before you can respond, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth.
[>img[Clarice_13.jpg]]You moan softly. Clarice’s mouth is silky, hot, and wet. She licks gently, then starts bobbing her head slowly up and down. Her asshole is perched on the bridge of your nose, and you wonder if her aim is off, or if she’s just being merciful. You would have expected her to plant her back door right on your nostrils. Still, your situation is dire enough. You suspect Clarice is right, and that you may need to get used to having a skunk’s ass shoved in your face. You shut your eyes, partly to protect them and partly to focus on your sense of touch.
Clarice licks and sucks you magnificently, moving at a leisurely pace. The feel of her mouth is luxurious, and you let out groans and grunts of pleasure. Her fingers caress your shaft and fondle your balls. But then you feel her asshole pucker against your skin, and your heart speeds up even more. That dire ring of flesh relaxes again, only to pucker up a few moments later. The skunk woman continues that way for a while, sucking and licking while she flexes her asshole against your nose. The dread starts to blend with the excitement, until it starts to become difficult to distinguish between the two.
[>img[Clarice_12.jpg]]Without warning, Clarice’s scent glands dart out of her ass and she squirts sloppy streams of her musk along the sides of your nose. The slippery stuff spurts along your skin, rapidly spreading across your cheeks and nose. The stench washes over you, feeling like it is pressing your head even harder against the floor. But maybe that’s just your reflexes, trying to pull your head away from such a noxious stink. The acrid, sulfurous scent fills your nose and seeps deep into your lungs. But all the while, she keeps sucking your cock.
In fact, Clarice starts to increase her pace. The feel of her mouth is heavenly, even though her ass smells like hell. That stinky ass wriggles on your face, making it nearly impossible to breathe through your mouth. You can manage to get a little air through your nose, but it’s an effort, and every last bit of it reeks of skunk. You find your attention torn between sniffing skunk butt and fucking the skunk’s mouth. The warring sensations are almost too much for you to handle. Your hands clench and unclench repeatedly, and your toes start to curl. You strain against your bonds, but after a while you’re not sure if you’re trying to escape or trying to wrap your arms around the skunk woman’s waist.
Finally, Clarice starts pumping your shaft firmly with her hand as she sucks you, her grip tightening on your balls. She’s not holding on tightly enough to be painful, but it does get your attention. You feel your muscles start to clench, and then your cock erupts in her mouth, spurting a surprising amount of jizz onto her eager tongue.
[>img[Clarice_14.jpg]]Just as your body begins to relax, Clarice sprays again, drenching your face with her toxic aroma. Your back arches and your limbs jerk against your bonds, your entire body shocked by the sudden, overpowering stink. At the same time, she sucks hard on your cock, milking every last drop of cum from it. Then she pulls her head back and swirls her tongue around and around your knob. You choke and snort, your nostrils fouled with the scent of skunk.
Your body stays clenched so hard that your muscles start to ache. But as the shock of Clarice’s latest anal assault starts to fade, you manage to relax bit by bit, until finally you are slumped in your bonds. The skunk’s tongue still laps idly at your dick. You pant heavily through your nose, your airways thick with skunk stink.
Clarice clambers off you and sits on the floor beside you. “And what do you think of that?” she asks, her voice and expression weighty.
“That was awful,” you pant hoarsely. “And wonderful. Wonderfully awful. Awfully wonderful. I don’t know. I can’t sort it all out.”
Clarice nods and gives you a gentle smile. “It’s like that,” she says. “But I think you’ll grow to enjoy it more as time goes on. For your sake, and for hers, I hope you do.” She starts unfastening your cuffs. “I think that’s all you can handle for today, though.” She pauses and looks down at you, her eyes searching yours. “Unless you want me to continue?” she asks.
You shake your head. “No,” you wheeze, “I don’t think I’m quite that sturdy.”
Clarice nods and helps you up. She hands you your clothes and helps you into them. Then she lets you lean on her as she escorts you over to the stairway out. “I do hope I’ve been some help,” she says. “Bring that Rose of yours around when her transformation is done.” She suddenly gives you a dazzling smile. “Maybe I can show her a thing or two about how to enjoy you in her new body. Do you think you can handle both of us?”
You feel a simultaneous excitement and panic at the thought of tangling with two skunk women at once. “I…” you blurt, blinking rapidly. “Um, wow!”
Clarice chuckles. “Think about it,” she tells you, shooing you up the stairs. You go up and out through the concealed door, still trying to wrap your head around the thought of a sexy but hazardous threesome. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $trainer_skunked +=1; $trainer_sex +=1; $skunked_last = "trainer">>
<<display "Lair Options">>
You circle around the house as quietly as you can. You press on the stone that opened the concealed door before, but it doesn’t budge now. You hammer on it with the heel of your hand, but it doesn’t yield at all. After several more minutes of trying to find another way to open the door, you come to the conclusion that it must be locked. You head back to the front of the manor and ponder your options.
<<display "Lair Options">>
“Yes, I guess I am,” you say, a little uncertainly.
“That’s the spirit,” Clarice tells you. “I know you aren’t exactly excited about getting sprayed, are you?”
“That’s an understatement,” you agree.
Clarice wiggles her butt in your face. “Maybe I can change that,” she tells you.
“I doubt that,” you admit.
[>img[Clarice_01.jpg]]“Ooh, a challenge,” the skunk woman laughs. She grips your dick and strokes it to life. “This little guy seems to like skunks,” she observes.
You moan softly at her touch. “He’s kind of single-minded,” you point out.
Clarice chuckles softly. “Then maybe the two of us can change your mind.” She grabs a small tube of lube from beside the cross and squirts a generous amount into her hand. Then she slathers it all over your cock, rubbing lightly.
You moan softly. “That does feel wonderful,” you concede, “but I really don’t see how getting skunked will be enjoyable.”
Clarice sighs. “It’s not so much that I expect you to enjoy getting sprayed,” she tells you. She starts to pump your dick with both hands. “It’s more that I think you’ll find it can be worth it to endure a stinking – from the right woman.” She wiggles her fuzzy butt against your face, her buns round and soft. “Tell me truthfully,” she says. “Do you like my ass?”
You swallow nervously. “I do,” you confess. “It feels wonderful, even though I know what you’re going to do with it.”
“Exactly,” Clarice tells you. Her grip grows a little tighter and her hands start to move faster. “And is there anything else you’re enjoying right now?”
You bark out a brief laugh. “You do have a way with your hands,” you admit.
Clarice rubs your knob with one hand while she strokes your shaft with the other. “Anything else?” she asks. She wriggles against you, her furry curves sliding enticingly against your skin.
You give a soft grunt. “Your body is magnificent,” you tell her. “Every part of you feels fantastic.”
“Even the fur?” she prompts you.
“Especially the fur,” you answer. “It’s much softer and silkier than I would have expected before all this.” You try to gesture to encompass ‘all this’, but the shackles keep you from moving, reminding you that there is more than pleasure in your immediate future.
“Then I suggest you consider that the chance to be with a horny, furry woman – especially one like your Rose, for whom you’re willing to go through so much – just might be worth a little stink.” She wriggles her rear against your face again, and her asshole starts to pucker.
“Mmph!” you blurt into the skunk woman’s ass. She lifts her rump a little, letting you speak more easily, but also giving you an up-close view of her tailpipe. “It’s not a //little// stink!” you protest.
Clarice chuckles softly. “And it’s not a little pleasure,” she counters. Her hands start to pump even faster, and you moan in arousal despite the danger. You can tell you won’t last much longer in her skilled hands. Her asshole puckers slowly outward, and then the red nubs of her scent glands slide into view. Your heart pounds hard, and you strain against your bonds. “Are you ready?” she asks.
“No!” you grunt through clenched teeth.
Clarice sighs. “Let me rephrase that,” she says. “Are you close?”
You grit your teeth, refusing to answer for a moment. But then her hand works around and around your knob, and you gasp in excitement. “Yes,” you finally admit. “I’m gonna…”
[>img[Clarice_02_2.jpg]]Clarice’s asshole squeezes and her sprayers erupt, showering your face with thick gobbets of skunk musk. The stench floods into your airways, shocking in its intensity. But even as you gasp and struggle for breath, you cum all over the skunk’s hands, your hips bucking beneath her. Paradoxically, the overpowering assault on your sense of smell seems to magnify the other sensations you’re feeling, and your orgasm wracks your body with pleasure. Your back arches and you strain against the shackles on your wrists and ankles, cumming hard. Your eyes sting and water, your lungs heave, and your nostrils burn with the skunk’s acrid scent, but your misery is interwoven with an overwhelming ecstasy.
You slump in your bonds, panting hard. Each breath fills your lungs with Clarice’s foul scent. But your dick twitches in her hands. To your amazement, you’re still hard.
“Admit it,” Clarice says. “That was worth it, wasn’t it?”<<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $trainer_skunked +=1; $trainer_sex +=1; $skunked_last = "trainer">>
[[Admit that the pleasure was worth the pain|Lair 4_1_1_1]]
[[Insist that getting sprayed outweighs the pleasure you experienced|Lair 4_1_1_2]]
“No! Let me go!” you insist.
[>img[Clarice_01_2.jpg]]Clarice sighs heavily. “You agreed to accept my help. And I really think you would enjoy what I’m suggesting.” She wraps her hands around your cock and gives it a few strokes. “But now you’ve changed your mind?” she asks, sounding exasperated.
“Of course I have!” you blurt, doing your best to ignore the touch of her hands on your dick. “You didn’t say anything about spraying me!”
“No, I didn’t,” Clarice agrees, her voice even and reasonable-sounding. “But I did ask you to trust me. I suppose I can help you a different way now.”
You eye the skunk’s ass dubiously. “What do you mean?” you ask.
“You don’t seem to have accepted the fact that your girlfriend’s change is all but assured,” Clarice says. “But you will most likely have to learn to live with a skunk.”
“I won’t if you let me out of here!” you insist.
Clarice ignores your objection and keeps talking. “You’re going to have to learn that it’s not a good idea to show a skunk woman you don’t trust her, especially if you’re in a relationship with her,” she says. “I think it would be much better for you if you learn that lesson from me, rather than your Rose.”
“What?” you ask. “What do you mean? I’m not going to—”
[>img[Clarice_02.jpg]]Clarice’s asshole erupts, cutting off your sentence with a geyser of skunk spray. You gasp in shock, your lungs filling with her horrible scent. You start to cough uncontrollably as your body reacts to your sudden inhalation of her fumes. You yank at your manacles, trying to break free, but they’re too solid.
The skunk woman still has a two-handed grip on your cock, and she gives it a little tug. “This could have been very pleasant for you,” she tells you. “Unfortunately, you had to go and change your mind about trusting me. I really don’t enjoy making you suffer, but it’s better you figure these things out with me rather than straining your relationship with your girlfriend. I don’t know what kind of temper she has,” Clarice continues, “but I think it’s safe to say she wouldn’t take kindly to a show of distrust on your part. Especially if you’re behind her.”
The skunk woman sprays again, showering your face with a veritable flood of her anal perfume. You gag on the smell, your throat constricting. You hardly notice the stinging and burning in your eyes, the smell is so awful. The air feels thick, and the musk burns your nose and throat. You try to tell Clarice you understand what she’s telling you, but you can’t force the words past your strangled throat.
Clarice stands up and unfastens your shackles. “I think that’s all the help you can handle for now,” she says. “I’ll unlock the door at the top of the stairs. You can let yourself out after you catch your breath.” She does something over by the entryway to the room, but you can’t be bothered to try to see what it is. You’re too busy trying to breathe adequately. You hear another door open and close, and then there is silence.
Eventually, your breathing evens out, and you haul yourself to your feet. You put your clothes back on and look around. There’s no sign of another door, even though you’re sure Clarice must have gone through one. You search, but you don’t find any sign of another exit. Reluctantly, you make your way up the stairs and out through the concealed door. <<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $trainer_skunked +=1; $skunked_last = "trainer">>
<<display "Lair Options">>
<<set $skunked_now = false>>“You’re right, that was amazing,” you say, your voice hoarse and breathless.
Clarice climbs off you and starts to unfasten your manacles. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” she tells you, “but your chances of stopping your lover’s transformation are slim, at best. I hope my little demonstration here helps you accept her as she’s likely to be.” She sighs and looks you in the eye. “It would be a shame for the two of you to lose each other over something like this.”
You shake your head. “We won’t,” you insist. “I’m not leaving her just because she’s changing. And you’ve given me a lot to think about.” Your nose wrinkles. “But now, I really do need to get going. I know you don’t think I can do it, but I have to try to stop Rose’s transformation. It’s what she wants,” you add.
You start to pull on your clothes, your limbs a little shaky. Clarice turns to a section of wall beside the passage and you hear a click as she does something you can’t see. “Go on out,” she tells you. “And good luck.”
“Thanks,” you say. You climb the stairs and push the concealed door open. It swings shut behind you with a click.
<<display "Lair Options">>
<<set $skunked_now = false>>“No, the stink still makes it unbearable,” you manage to choke out. You pant heavily, the stink of skunk fouling every breath.
Clarice sighs. “Still not convinced, eh?” she asks. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder to persuade you.” Her asshole puckers, and you wince, bracing yourself for another barrage from her anal artillery.
But then Clarice’s tailpipe relaxes and she chuckles. “I’m sure you’re expecting me to get even more fragrant with you,” she observes.
“Well, yes,” you admit, your voice raspy. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
Clarice clambers off you and steps between your legs. Her tail is still held high, giving you a marvelous view of her rear, but she stands straight and then turns to face you. “I don’t think that would be the best way to persuade you that playing with a skunk isn’t all butt-sniffing, do you?”
You breathe a sigh of relief. “No, I really don’t,” you agree emphatically.
[>img[Clarice_03.jpg]]Clarice gets down on all fours between your legs and brushes her ample breasts back and forth across your cock. Her short, silky fur feels amazing, and you gasp softly. “I need to add a little something else to the ‘fun’ side of this equation,” she tells you. She lowers her shoulders and nestles your cock between her breasts.
“Absolutely!” you tell her, thrilled by the direction events are taking.
The skunk woman places her hands on your ribcage and starts rocking forward and back, making your cock thrust along her cleavage. You moan and raise your hips to meet her as best you can, although your bonds make it difficult. “Have you ever imagined fucking furry breasts?” she purrs.
“No,” you pant. “Never.”
“You may want to get used to the idea,” she tells you. “Your Rose will feel like this.” She slides along your shaft over and over. Her large, furry tits engulf you, letting just your head peek out at the end of her backstroke.
[>img[Clarice_03_2.jpg]]You start breathing harder, and your nose wrinkles. Every breath you take reeks of the skunk spray that clings to your face. At the moment, though, you have a hard time begrudging your situation. Your hard-on throbs as it slides along that fleshy, fuzzy valley. Even though you just came, you can tell you won’t last long. “Suck the tip,” you gasp. “Please!”
Clarice chuckles softly. “I think we’ll save that for Rose,” she tells you. “That way, you have one more thing to look forward to.” But she starts to shimmy her shoulders gently as she slides against you, making your cock bob and rub this way and that between her ample breasts.
You groan at the amazing sensations. The stink of skunk is too potent to ignore, weaving a thread of nastiness through your enjoyment of tit-fucking Clarice. Her tail waves in the air, and she looks up at you with a wink. You suspect she knows exactly what the combination of scent and feel is doing to you. You feel yourself getting close to another orgasm. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn your playmate.
Clarice pulls her head back and mashes her chest against you as you erupt. Her motion makes your dick point up in your direction, and you spurt your load all over your belly. “My, what a mess,” she teases. “Maybe Rose will let you cum all over her tits.”
You groan in satisfaction, your body spent. The smell of skunk still clings to your face and fouls every breath every breath you take, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to care right now. “That was amazing,” you gasp.<<set $trainer_sex +=1>>
<<display "Lair 4_1_1_1">>
You sigh heavily. “You really seem like you’re trying to help me,” you tell her. “I appreciate that. I guess I’d better listen when you tell me it’s a bad idea to get into the house through here.”
Clarice gives you a small smile. “Smart boy,” she tells you. “I’m sorry I can’t help you stop your girlfriend’s transformation. I’ll let you out so you can keep working at it.” She moves to the foot of the stairway and manipulates something you can’t see. “Go on up,” she says. “And good luck.”
“Thank you,” you tell her sincerely. You head up the stairs and through the concealed door, which swings shut quietly behind you.
<<display "Lair Options">>
You grab the skunk woman by the upper arms. “I have to get in there!” you insist. “Any way in will do. I’ll deal with whatever’s in there.”
Clarice shakes herself free of your grip. “Fine,” she says flatly. She turns and opens another concealed door, revealing steps leading up. “This will take you up to the basement.”
“Thank you!” you tell her. “I really appreciate this.”
“Don’t thank me,” Clarice says. “You won’t like how this turns out.”
You ignore the skunk woman’s insistence and head up the stairs, forcing yourself to go slowly and quietly. You hear the door shut and lock behind you, plunging the stairwell into darkness. Heart racing, you feel your way up the stairs until you come to another door. You grope around, and eventually you find a lever and pull it. The door swings open, but you still can’t see anything. You step through, guiding yourself with your fingertips along the wall. The door shuts behind you with a click, and the lights come on.
You blink furiously at the sudden light, and it takes a few moments for the world to come into focus. When you do, your heart sinks. You are in a prison cell, with stone walls on the sides and steel bars across the front. You try to open the door you came through, but searching doesn’t reveal any sort of mechanism. You slump to the floor of the cell and wait, dejected.
Hours later, a door at the end of a long hallway opens. A skunk woman strides through, and you gasp in amazement. It’s Rose, now fully transformed. Like Clarice, she is furry from the breasts down, with no smooth skin on her legs and hips. She strides over to you, hips swaying.<<nobr>><<set $trainer_mood = -1; $current_mood = $trainer_mood>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Lair 3_2_3">>
You look around and realize that you are hopelessly lost. Nothing looks familiar, and you wish you were more of an outdoorsman. You wouldn’t have thought the wildlife sanctuary would be big enough to get lost in. It just looks like an oversized park from the town square. You peer around, looking for anything that might give you a clue, but your search is useless. You have no idea which way to go.<<nobr>>
<<set $lost = true>>
<<set $destination = either("Forest 0", "Forest 1", "Forest 2", "Forest 3", "Guard 1", "Guard 2", "Guard 3", "Guard 4", "Guard 5", "Guard 6")>>
<<endnobr>>
[[Set off in a random direction|Forest 4_1][$skunked_now = false]]
<<nobr>>
<<set $current_skunk = "Experiment 69"; $current_mood = $guard6_mood; $skunked_now = false>>
<<if visited() is 1>><<set $scene = "Guard 6_0_1">>
<<elseif $guard6_skunked > 0>><<set $scene = "Guard 6_0_2">>
<<else>><<set $scene = "Guard 6_0_3">>
<<endif>>
<<endnobr>><<display $scene>>
[>img[69_04.jpg]]You round a massive, ancient oak tree, only to come face to face with a skunk woman. She has a small red jewel set into her forehead<<if $guard2_encountered is true>>, just like the green-eyed skunk you encountered earlier<<endif>>. Her eyes are amber<<if $guard1_encountered is true>>, and remind you of the skunk guard near the entrance to the wildlife sanctuary<<endif>>.
<<if $guard1_encountered is true or $guard2_encountered is true or $guard3_encountered is true>>Her fur pattern is a bit different from the other skunks you’ve met here. <<endif>>Her body is covered in short fur from the breasts down, with no bare skin on her hips or thighs. Two bold white stripes run from her breasts to her ankles. Her short, black hair is tipped with white, framing her tanned face. She wears a bright red tabard trimmed in gold, with a plunging neckline that accentuates her impressive cleavage. It is cut so high at the hips that you can easily see she isn’t wearing anything underneath it. Gold bands adorn her upper arms and wrists, and she stands there, watching you with hands on her hips and a slight smile on her face.
“Who are you?” you blurt.
“I am Experiment 69,” the skunk says, sticking her chest out a bit more. The motion makes it difficult to meet her eyes.
You wait for a moment, but no more explanation appears to be forthcoming. You figure it can’t hurt to keep her talking, so you ask, “What happened to the first 68?”
Experiment 69’s smile becomes a little wider. “I’m the first,” she admits. “My creator just thought it seemed a more appropriate number for me.”
You eye her figure appreciatively. “I’ll bet he did,” you murmur. Then you shake your head, refocusing your thoughts. “So who is your creator?” you ask, expecting you already know the answer.
“Dr. Devious made me,” she confirms. “I am an amalgam of two of his other guards, grown from samples of them both and enhanced by his nanites.”
“Enhanced?” you prompt her.
The skunk lashes her white-striped tail in the air behind her. “My sisters run out of ‘juice’ too quickly,” she explains. “My own scent glands are more extensive, and they refuel more quickly.”
You groan. “Just what I needed,” you gripe.
“Is it?” Experiment 69 asks, tilting her head quizzically. “It was my understanding that most people prefer to avoid getting sprayed by a skunk.” She tilts a hip toward you as if to turn around.
[[Try to explain that you were being sarcastic|Guard 6_1]]
[[Ask her if she has ever lived up to her name|Guard 6_3]]
[[Run away|Guard 6_4]]
'You hold up your hands in front of you. “Now wait a minute,” you say. “Let’s not be hasty. I was being sarcastic when I said a skunk woman with massive scent glands is just what I needed.”
Experiment 69 pauses mid-turn and frowns. “Explain,” she demands.
“My run-ins with skunks have been fragrant enough,” you tell her with a sigh. “The last thing I need is to run afoul of someone even better armed.”
The skunk woman’s frown deepens. “Then why did you say it is what you need?” she asks.
You throw up your hands in frustration. “I was being sarcastic!” you repeat. “You do know what sarcasm is, don’t you?”
Experiment 69 shakes her head. “I do not,” she tells you. The tip of her tail flicks back and forth.
You goggle at her. “It’s… it’s saying the opposite of what you really mean, for emphasis.”
“A lie,” she states flatly.
“No, not a lie,” you try to explain, running one hand through your hair. You try to figure out how to convey the concept.
Experiment 69’s face brightens. “So you were not lying,” she says. “Good!” She turns her back on you and bends over partway with her hands on her hips. Her tabard is far too short to provide any sort of hindrance to spraying. Her curvy, furry rump is in plain view.
[>img[69_02.jpg]]“No! Don’t!” you blurt, but it’s too late. The skunk woman’s asshole puckers up and her sprayers dart into view. She unleashes a dense fountain of thick, gleaming droplets that drenches you from head to toe. Your entire front is bathed in her spray, and you gasp in shock. That, of course, only sucks the foul aroma deep into your lungs, and you immediately start coughing and choking. You stagger, a little dizzy from the sheer potency and quantity of the stink.
“I am uniquely equipped to give you exactly what you need,” Experiment 69 says, sounding proud of herself. “Allow me to demonstrate further.”
You shake your head, but you can’t manage even a single word while you’re still choking on the fumes of her anal assault. Experiment 69 plants a hand on top of your head and presses down firmly. “This will be more effective for you if you kneel,” she says. You try to lock your legs, but she is surprisingly strong and drives you to your knees with no signs of exertion.
She turns around again, keeping her hand on top of your head to hold you in place, mere inches behind her ass. “You are now situated satisfactorily to receive the full effect of my spray,” she tells you. Her asshole puckers more slowly this time, and her sprayers slip into view. You try to pull away, but it’s like trying to escape a vice. “I suggest you inhale deeply,” she says.
You try to hold your breath, but you are still coughing from her first massive barrage of skunk spray. Moments later, Experiment 69 squirts another copious torrent of her reeking musk right in your face. You splutter helplessly, your nose and mouth fouled by the noxious oil that floods over your skin. You spit and snort, trying to clear your airways, and in the process you inhale a nauseating amount of the skunk’s vile aroma. Your entire head is soaked, and skunk musk oozes down your face in thick, stinking rivulets. Unfortunately, her grip on your head isn’t lessened even the tiniest bit.
Your eyes burn, watering fiercely, but you blink furiously to try to keep your tormentor’s ass in focus. The rational part of your brain tells you to shut them tightly, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I have never met anyone who needed to be skunked before,” Experiment 69 observes. “I find that I quite enjoy helping you.” She fires another massive salvo from her anal artillery, hosing your face down with twin splattering gushers of her musk. Your lungs heave, but your throat clenches tightly, making you gulp and gasp ragged mouthfuls of thickly scented air. She fires another shot, and yet another, utterly saturating your skin. Skunk musk drips from your nose, cheeks, and chin. Your lungs burn and ache, and the stink fills your head so much your very skull feels swollen.
You realize that the skunk woman is still talking to you, and you struggle to focus on her words. “I would like to give you a full demonstration of my capabilities,” she says, “but I do not know if you could endure any more.” She releases your head and you slump bonelessly to the forest floor, struggling for air.
“I hope that was sufficient to meet your needs,” she tells you. “Please come back any time you would like me to provide you with more. My scent glands are far from empty, and they refill quite rapidly.”
You shudder, but say nothing. You couldn’t speak if you tried. You lie on the ground, nearly suffocated by Experiment 69’s stink. You have no idea how long it takes for you to start breathing more easily, but it feels like hours.
When you finally haul yourself up to a sitting position, Experiment 69 is nowhere to be seen. You blink bloodshot eyes and give a shallow sigh of relief. You use the tree to help haul yourself to your feet, then slowly stagger off into the woods.<<nobr>><<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard6_skunked +=1; $guard6_mood = 2>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Forest 4">>
You decide your safest bet is to try to distract Experiment 69. “So have you ever lived up to your name?” you ask.
The skunk woman pauses, turned sideways to you. “What do you mean?” she asks.
You smile broadly at her. “Have you ever been in a 69 position with anyone?”
Experiment 69 gives you a brilliant smile. “Oh, yes!” she says. “My sisters have instructed me in a variety of sexual positions. I enjoy that part of my training very much.” She tilts her head to the side. “Do you require sex?” she asks.
You nod, suppressing a sigh of relief. “I do,” you tell her. “That would be much more enjoyable to me than getting sprayed.”
Experiment 69 gives a little shake of her head. “I am able to fulfill both needs without difficulty,” she informs you. She finishes turning away and bends over partway, her fists on her hips. You find yourself wishing that her tabard were long enough to cover more than the very top of her furry buns.
[>img[69_01.jpg]]“Fuck,” you mutter. That’s all you have time to do before the skunk’s asshole blossoms outward and she showers you from head to toe with a thick mist of her anal perfume. The stench hits you so hard you stagger back a step, gagging. Your eyes burn and water, but somehow you managed to avoid getting any of the thick cloud of spray in them. That doesn’t help your nose, though. Your nose and throat burn from the acrid stink, and your lungs heave on air that suddenly seems to heavy and foul.
“I think he needs more than that,” a voice behind you says. You spin awkwardly, swaying like a drunk. Behind you stands <<if $guard2_encountered is true>>the green-eyed guard you ran across earlier. The resemblance between the two women is striking.<<else>>a green-eyed skunk woman who looks eerily like Experiment 69.<<endif>> She also has a small red jewel set in her forehead, but her fur markings are somewhat different. Her hips and thighs have swathes of smooth skin along with her fur, and her stripes are more swirled. There is a definite facial resemblance, though, as if they were sisters. And both have statuesque figures, although the green-eyed skunk wears nothing to conceal her curves. “I’ll contribute some of my own fragrance,” she says. She spins lightly on her toes and bends over, spreading her buns wide.
You turn away from the newcomer, only to realize that puts you face-to-tail with Experiment 69 again. She fires another double-barreled blast that drenches your face with thick, gooey gobbets of reeking musk. You stagger, blinded, trying to decide which way to turn. The stink is suffocatingly powerful, making it difficult to keep your feet. What’s worse, you don’t dare charge off into the forest without being able to see. You end up turning this way and that with shuffling steps, rubbing at your aching eyes.
You feel arms wrap around your waist, and you jump. “Come,” a feminine voice says in your ear, and you realize it’s Experiment 69. “We will see to your other needs.” You slump in relief and lean back against her. The skunk woman sits down, lowering you with her. She coaxes you to lean back, with your head between her breasts. You wheeze raggedly, your nostrils filled with her stink, but you relax into the soft pillow of flesh she offers.
Then you feel another furry body slide between your legs, and you twitch in surprise. You hear the green-eyed guard say, “Relax. You’re going to enjoy this.” You rub at your eyes again, but you still can’t seem to bring the world into focus. But you feel the green-eyed skunk woman wrap her hands around your dick and take your tip into her mouth. You groan softly and let your head loll back against Experiment 69’s chest, your bloodshot eyes closed.
The skunk woman between your legs starts stroking and licking your cock, using both hands and her mouth. Experiment 69 murmurs in your ear, “You were already hard. You must have enjoyed getting sprayed by me.” You moan, unable to work up the energy to argue at this point. “I’m glad,” she continues. “I hope I gave you enough of what you needed.”
The green-eyed guard sucks and licks, strokes and caresses, subjecting you to a delicious array of sensations. It’s a striking contrast to your aching eyes and burning airways, your body abused by the overwhelming stink. Suffering and delight merge into a confusing sensory overload. You feel yourself approaching climax far too soon. “I’m…” you rasp, unable to manage more than that single word.
The skunk women clearly understood you, though. You feel Experiment 69’s face alongside yours as she cranes her neck forward for a better look. At the same time, the green-eyed skunk pulls her head back and pumps your cock furiously with both hands. You cum with a strangled grunt, spewing jets of your seed. Experiment 69 chuckles softly in your ear. “Now you’ve sprayed my sister in the face,” she says softly. “I think she likes it as much as you did.”
You open your eyes and see that the skunk woman between your legs is fastidiously cleaning your cum off her face with a single finger. She wipes up a droplet, then sucks it off her fingertip while she leers at you, green eyes smoldering. “I suppose I deserved to have you return the favor,” she comments.
You shrug, unable to think of an appropriate response. Experiment 69 stands, hauling you to your feet. “Come back any time you want me to help you with your needs again,” she tells you.
You open your mouth to correct her misapprehension, but then give it up as a lost cause. You give the women a little bob of your head and stroll slowly off into the forest. You wander aimlessly for a while, trying to find something that looks familiar. <<nobr>><<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard6_skunked +=1; $guard2_sex +=1>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Forest 4">>
You don’t wait for Experiment 69 to finish turning around. You spin on your heel and go sprinting off through the trees in a random direction. You hear a cry of surprise behind you, but that only spurs you into greater efforts. You crash through the undergrowth, branches whipping at your skin. You rapidly leave the massive oak and the buxom skunk woman behind you.
<<display "Forest 4">>
[>img[69_04.jpg]]You round a massive oak that looks strikingly familiar. It is only when you see Experiment 69 standing there that you realize where you are, though. The red-clad skunk woman stands with her hands on her hips, just as she was the first time you saw her. You wonder if she just stands guard in one spot, but you doubt you’ll ever know for certain.
“Hello again,” she says, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat. “I didn’t really expect to be here again, either.”
Experiment 69 gives a firm nod. “You must have enjoyed my enhanced scent glands even more than I realized,” she says, her voice sounding as casual as if she were discussing what kind of ice cream you prefer. “You seemed a little overwhelmed last time, and yet here you are again. Please allow me to provide you with another demonstration of their capabilities.” She starts to turn around.
[[Try to persuade her not to spray you|Guard 6_2]]<<if visited("Guard 6_3") is 0>><br>[[Ask her if she has ever lived up to her name|Guard 6_3]]<<endif>>
[[Run away|Guard 6_4]]
“No! Please!” you blurt hastily. “I really don’t think I can handle getting sprayed by you again!”
Experiment 69 frowns, looking thoughtful. “That may be,” she says, “but you sought me out again. Clearly you intend to test your own endurance, with my help.”
“I didn’t come looking for you,” you explain hurriedly. “I’m lost.”
The skunk woman shakes her head. “You may be lost,” she admits, “but no one could possibly fail to notice this distinctive oak.” She gestures at the massive tree behind her. “You could have avoided me easily, and yet you did not.”
You groan. “Please don’t spray me,” you plead.
Experiment 69’s brow furrows. “You seek me out, and then beg me not to spray you. How curious.” You are about to say more, when her expression suddenly brightens. “Ah!” she exclaims. “You must be what my sisters have described to me.”
“What is that?” you ask warily.
“They call it a ‘masochist’,” the skunk woman explains. “They tell me those who enjoy suffering derive more pleasure when they pretend not to want it.” She shakes her head, making her hair bob. “I do not truly understand it, but I have learned to accept what they teach me.”
“No,” you say, shaking your head vehemently. “I’m not a masochist. I didn’t come here because I want to get sprayed.”
“That is exactly what a masochist would say,” Experiment 69 declares firmly. “That much I understand.”
“No, I—” you start to say, but she interrupts you.
“Prepare yourself!” the skunk announces. She spins in place and bends at the hips, as before. Despite her warning, you stare at her in shock for just a moment, dumbfounded that she has misunderstood you so badly. It’s a moment you don’t have to spare. You turn to dive out of the way behind the tree, but you don’t even complete your turn before she unleashes hell.
[>img[69_03.jpg]]A torrent of skunk spray floods over you, blanketing you in foul-smelling oil. The shock of such a potent smell makes you stagger, and you trip over a root. You tumble to the ground in a stinking heap, gasping and wheezing. You turn stinging eyes toward the skunk woman, blinking furiously.
Experiment 69 strides over to you and stands over your head. “You have attempted to escape, but you waited long enough to ensure you would not,” she observes. “This ‘masochism’ is a most curious behavior. I must explore it further.” She squats slightly and her asshole puckers slowly outward. “How will you react when you have plenty of time to see me getting ready to spray you again?” she muses.
You try to flip yourself over so that you can stand, but your hands scrabble uselessly on dead leaves. You can’t get the leverage you need. You start to sit up, but you see the nubs of her scent glands slide into view. You simultaneously try to raise your hands to shield your face and continue sitting up, but the conflicting motion makes you slip onto your back again.
Experiment 69 sprays a geyser of her vile scent down onto your upturned face. “Your behavior is consistent,” she comments. “You should have been able to escape easily, but despite all your motion, you remained in the line of fire.” You gag on the overwhelming stench, unable to draw a breath. Even so, the stink burns your nose and fills your throat, seeping deep into your airways. Tears flow even more freely, but you manage to watch in horror as the skunk squats even further, her ass hovering just above your face.
“I truly do not understand this pretense,” Experiment 69 tells you. “Still, it is consistent with what my sisters have told me to expect from certain people. I am happy to help you satisfy your needs.” She pauses for a long moment. “Do you wish to have the opportunity to pretend to plead for mercy?” she asks.
“Don’t!” you croak, and the single word triggers a wracking cough that shakes your body. You grip the skunk woman’s ankles, trying to force the coughing fit aside. “Stop!” you manage to choke out.
“A curious plea,” Experiment 69 muses. “Was that two sentences, or one? The ambiguity seems in keeping with your other behavior.” She wiggles her rump a little. “Very well,” she tells you. “I won’t stop.”
You open your mouth to try to plead with her further. Experiment 69’s asshole blooms outward and she floods your face with a gusher of thick, oily musk. Gobbets of the noxious stuff rain into your mouth, and you retch on the vile taste. The stink hammers at your sinuses, and you cling to the skunk woman’s ankles with white knuckles. Your back arches and your feet shuffle in the leaves, but your face remains directly under her business end.
One gusher after another of skunk spray inundates your face, engulfing your head in her anal perfume. The acrid musk gets into your eyes, burning fiercely and blinding you. The stink seems to fill you up completely, leaving no room for air. The oily stuff clogs your nostrils and fills your mouth. You choke and spit, trying to clear your airways, and you fear you will actually suffocate on skunk spray. With what seems like a massive effort, you heave yourself over onto your side, using the skunk’s ankles for leverage. You hack and sputter, and finally manage to inhale a big breath of skunk-tainted air.
The stench triggers a cough that wracks your entire body. “I do hope that was pleasant for you,” Experiment 69 says. “You certainly seemed to invite an impressive amount of suffering.” She stands and tugs her tabard down. “Please come see me again if you still have not experienced enough of my unique talents.”
Experiment 69 strides away, leaving you to gasp for air on the ground. You marvel at her words. Is there truly some part of you that intentionally fails to get away? Do you actually want to suffer? Every conscious thought insists that you don’t, but her clinical observations instill a seed of doubt. If she’s right, your mission may be doomed from the outset.
You shake your head. The suspect the stink must be getting to your brain. You haul yourself up and set out into the woods, trying to find your way back to someplace familiar so that you can help stop Rose’s transformation.<<nobr>><<set $skunked = true; $skunked_now = true; $guard6_skunked +=1>><<endnobr>>
<<display "Forest 4">>
[>img[69_04.jpg]]You round a massive oak that looks strikingly familiar. It is only when you see Experiment 69 standing there that you realize where you are, though. The red-clad skunk woman stands with her hands on her hips, just as she was the first time you saw her. You wonder if she just stands guard in one spot, but you doubt you’ll ever know for certain.
“Hello again,” she says, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hello,” you answer cautiously.
“You ran off before I could help you,” Experiment 69 observes.
You eye the buxom skunk suspiciously. “What kind of help?” you ask.
The skunk woman smiles warmly. “You said that a skunk woman with enhanced scent glands is just what you needed. I am still prepared to satisfy that need.” Moving casually, she starts to turn around.
[[Try to explain that you were being sarcastic|Guard 6_1]] <<if visited("Guard 6_3") is 0>><br>[[Ask her if she has ever lived up to her name|Guard 6_3]]<<endif>>
[[Run away|Guard 6_4]]