SKUNKED!
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart furry ScFi
tragic
"Fuck yeah!" Greg yelled randomly out the open window
of the pickup truck.
"What's with you?" Charlie asked.
"Nothing, just super excited."
"Excited to go get drunk in the woods in the middle of
nowhere? Sounds like a lovely time...for a bunch of
rednecks!"
"Shut up dude!" Steve so lovingly replied. "You're
here aren't you; we didn't force you to come."
Charlie just kind of shrank back at that point; they
were right after all. He loved to complain about what
they were doing, always, but he'd be pissed if they
ever left him out. Still, he had his reservations
about doing this. The idea didn't sit well with him;
something felt weird.
The trio arrived at a spot they thought was suitable
around 6 p.m. They made a fire and spent the time
drinking, smoking, and talking.
"Wait, wait, wait...so you told her that James liked
her?"
Greg laughed, "Yeah, I did."
"And then...and then, she went over to him and what
happened?" Steve asked between bouts of laughter.
"Well, she started acting all flirty with him and he's
all nervous and, low and behold the loser winds up
pissing his pants; he was so scared."
All three burst out in hysterical laughter.
"Dude, that's so mean but...oh man, so priceless,"
Charlie added.
"I know, dude, I know I'm awesome," Greg proclaimed
confidently, still laughing.
It wasn't long before night fell and the darkness of
the wilderness was truly upon the boys. Their fire
raged on, providing the only light and warmth for
miles around.
"You think we should maybe start heading back?"
Charlie asked; a worried tone in his voice.
"I'm way too drunk to drive, we'll stay here and take
off in the morning," Steve replied lazily.
"Are you serious?! We can't stay here!" Charlie said
in a panic.
"Why not?" Greg asked.
"Other than the fact it's not safe?"
"Not safe? Dude, you've been watching too much
Discovery Channel. These woods are perfectly safe; the
worst thing we got out here is fire ants.
"But...but...well, what if I drive?"
"Dude, no and not only because you are buzzed but
there is no way I'd let you drive my truck. Okay? Just
relax, we'll be fine."
Charlie, unconvinced, tried to make peace with the
thought and he did...by quickly and suddenly falling
asleep. His loud snoring gave him away to Greg and
Steve.
Steve laughed, "What a lightweight."
Greg grinned, "Now that we've lost the killjoy, what
say you and me go explore a bit?"
"I say...what the hell, let's go."
With that, Greg and Steve took off deeper into the
woods, leaving the sleeping Charlie behind.
The two talked lightly as they continued to make their
journey to nowhere but, it soon became apparent that
they had found 'nowhere.'
"Where the hell are we dude?" Greg asked nervously.
"I was just gonna ask you the same question." Steve
replied.
"Uh...shit...we'll, I'm pretty sure we came this
way...right?"
"Okay..."
"I need you to be a little more sure than that."
"I don't know okay, I just don't know! We may have
come from that way...um...yeah, yeah...I think we
did."
Greg nodded in agreement and the pair started to walk
that way but after a while going in that direction, it
was apparent that 'that way' was the wrong way.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Steve yelled.
"Calm down, we'll get out of this."
"Oh yeah? How? How?!"
"Shut up! Just relax a minute."
Steve kicked a small pile of leaves and then walked a
few feet away from Greg.
"Don't stray too far man...we don't need to complicate
this situation anymore than it already is."
"Dude, shut up and come here."
"What is it?"
Greg saw Steve peering through some bushes and when he
was near he took a look for himself.
"Holy shit! What is that?!" Greg asked in amazement.
"I think it's a space ship!"
"No fucking way!"
"Dude, it totally is! Let's get closer," Steve said
excitedly.
"No way! We'll totally get vaporized or some shit."
"Oh give me a break. You've been watching too much
TV."
"I'm not going near that thing!"
"Okay, I'll go myself."
"Fuck that, I'll go with you."
The two walked through the brush to the large, shiny,
metallic saucer.
"The ramp is down, let's go in!" Steve said.
"You're a fucking idiot dude; we can't go in!"
"Well I can."
"You're making a big mistake man."
"Maybe..."
Greg stood there and thought about it for a bit before
finally deciding to join Steve as he continued up the
ramp and into the space ship. As they crossed the
threshold, they passed through an incredibly bright
light which blinded them for just a moment. As their
vision returned, they noticed that they were standing
in what appeared to be a central corridor; the room
seemed to feed into many other rooms.
Steve was just about to say something when a door to
the guys' left made a loud swoosh and opened. The two
huddled behind a metal beam nearby and watched.
A very beautiful and very naked, female walked out
from the doorway. The two watched in awe as they saw
the gorgeous woman walk. She was just perfect; perfect
hair, perfect face, perfect boobs, perfect tail,
perfect...wait? Tail?!
Greg and Steve looked at each other strangely as soon
as the tail came into their view. It was a big, black
tail and had a white stripe down the middle, like a
skunk. Another door swooshed open and the woman walked
into the room, the door making a similar sound as it
closed.
"What the fuck was that?" Greg asked in a hushed tone.
"I don't know, but it was hot wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was...um...maybe we should get out of here."
"Yeah, you might be right. This is a little too
weird."
As they turned around they were met with two more
naked, perfect, skunk-women; their eyes meeting with
the women's boobs at first, before the two raised
their heads slightly to see the ladies' faces.
"Where do you think you're going?" One of them asked.
"You can talk?!" Greg asked in surprise.
"Of course, we are more woman than skunk."
"So you really are skunk-women?" Steve asked,
intrigued.
"Uh...yeah," the skunk-woman said patronizingly before
giggling with her companion.
"Okay, well...uh...nice meeting you ladies...we better
be going now, thanks for letting us take a look at the
space ship and we'll just get out of your hair." Greg
said nervously as he pulled Steve with him toward the
exit.
"Not so fast; please, stay for a tour at least," the
skunk-woman said smiling kindly.
"Oh, we really shouldn't...we gotta get back to our
camp, our friend is waiting for us and...," Greg
answered.
"Actually, no, he's here, with us. We found him
sleeping at your camp."
"Really?"
"Yes, would you like to see him?"
"Please," Steve answered strongly, trying to conceal
his fear.
"Follow us."
The four of them headed towards the door the other
skunk-woman had entered. With a swoosh the door flew
open and the group walked inside; the guys walking
behind the skunk-women staring inquisitively at their
tails.
"Oh do we have company?" The skunk-woman already in
the room asked.
"Yes, they are looking for their friend."
"Of course, let me show you."
"Thank you," Steve replied.
The skunk woman went to the wall and pulled down a
lever which opened what appeared to be a window that
looked into the next room. There in the room was
Charlie with metal restraints on his prone body which
hung a few feet off the ground. He appeared to be
struggling to get free and screaming out but nothing
could be heard from the observation room.
A heavy hand fell on Steve's and Greg's shoulders as
the skunk-women grabbed the two; preventing them from
running.
"What is this?" Steve asked angrily.
"This? This is your friend silly."
"You know what I mean!"
"Oh, of course, the restraints you mean. Well we can't
have you guys running about the ship can we?"
Steve said nothing; he only scowled angrily as he
continued to look into the room where Charlie was
being held.
"What are you going to do with us?" Greg asked; a
clear tone of fear in his voice.
"Just wait, the show is about to begin," one of the
skunk-women answered, putting her hand over Greg's
mouth.
A rancid smell streamed into Greg's nostrils but he
could not determine what it was as he struggled to
break free from the skunk-woman's grip. It was to no
avail.
The pair watched as another skunk-woman entered the
room where Charlie was being held. As soon as he saw
her he immediately started to thrash about, the look
of fear apparent on his face. The skunk-woman smiled
evilly as she casually strolled to Charlie. She mussed
up his hair a little, a cute smile on her face as she
did. Then, without any warning at all, she quickly
turned her back to Charlie and stuck her butt against
his face. The boys watched in horror as their friend
struggled to free himself as the skunk-woman displayed
expressions of great euphoria on her face.
"What is she doing to him?" Steve asked fearfully
"Anxious are you? We don't have to wait any longer."
"What do you mean?"
"It's your turn my dear boy."
The skunk-woman holding Greg quickly exited the room
with him in hand. He tried to yell out but she still
had her hand over his mouth.
"Where are you taking him?!" Steve asked angrily.
"Don't worry about him; you're in for your own
punishment."
"Punishment? For what?!"
The skunk-woman just looked at him, an evil smile
crossing her face as she easily dragged Steve to an
empty glass pod at the back of the room. The other
skunk-woman opened it and together they lifted Steve
into it, closing the door behind him.
"What is this?"
"This?" the skunk-woman answered, her words muffled by
the heavy glass. "This is a gas chamber."
"What?"
"It's a...don't worry, you'll see."
Steve watched as the one skunk-woman handed a remote
type thing to the other. The skunk-woman pressed the
single button on the remote and Steve felt cool, fresh
air blowing into the pod. The skunk-women seemed
excited when they saw this.
The skunk-woman then opened a small hatch near the
bottom of the pod. Steve stuck his head down there.
"What is this?! Where's Greg?!"
"I would not stick my head down there if I were you?"
"And why the fuck not?!"
"Well, because of this," the skunk-woman said, quickly
spinning around showing her backside to Steve.
She stuck her ass right against the hatch and, before
Steve could react, immediately farted.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!
Steve coughed and rose back to a standing position as
the noxious odor filled the small pod.
"You fucking bitch!" Steve called out.
"Oh a bitch am I? Let's see how you do with two then,
shall we?"
BRRAAAAAAAAMMPPPPHHHHHHH!
Another fart rang out and quickly filled the pod as
Steve choked, quickly running out of air.
A few seconds passed until finally, the skunk-woman
pressed the button and fresh air blew into the pod.
"You see. I control whether you live or die my dear
child. If you are complacent this will go smoothly, if
you are rude you will suffer the consequences. Get
it?!"
Steve nodded fearfully, almost hypnotically.
FRAAPPPMPPPPPPPPPPPP! BROOOMPPPP!
"Oops, sorry," the skunk-woman said sarcastically.
The air again quickly filled with the skunk-woman's
terrible gas, destroying any fresh air that remained
in the pod.
PRRAAAPPPP!
The skunk-woman sighed in relief as Steve attempted to
avoid the stink as much as he could but eventually, it
all got in. He started to fade, his senses starting to
dull. The skunk-woman saw this and quickly blasted the
pod full of fresh air again.
"You see how nice I am?" The skunk-woman asked.
Steve was quickly awakened from his lessened state,
much to his disappointment; unconsciousness or even
death seemed better than this.
Greg spent several minutes alone in a dark room. All
he knew was that he could not move an inch and was
tied down to some kind of operating table.
The door suddenly swooshed open, letting in just a
little bit of light but as quickly as it came, it
left.
"Hello?" Greg called out.
With a loud click, the lights turned on blinding Greg
temporarily. When his eyes adjusted, he saw four
skunk-women standing over him, looking down at him
with wide smiles on their faces.
Before he could speak or scream, one of the girls
turned around, showing off her backside, and grabbed
Greg's head, shoving it under her butt.
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A loud fart rang out against Greg's face with an odor
like rotten eggs. The sensation burned Greg's
nostrils.
Without any warning, another girl grabbed his head
from under the other and shoved it under her own ass.
PRRROOOOMMMPPPP!
Another fart, this one equally as terrible if not
worse. Greg was in hell as he moaned; clearly pained
by the gas he was forced to inhale.
A girl ascended onto the table and walked towards
Greg's head. He was released from the grip of one
skunk-woman only to have the one above him descend
onto his face, crouching in a less than feminine
fashion.
BRRAMMOOOPPP!
The same skunk-woman then quickly spun around and sat
on Greg's face with all her weight.
BRRRPPP!
A second girl approached Greg and hovered over his
covered face, splitting her cheeks apart.
BRAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMPP!
Greg moaned loudly, struggling to stay alive, and got
another fart from the sitting skunk-woman for his
trouble.
PHOOOORRSPPPMPHHH!
Seconds later, everyone rose from Greg's tortured face
and left the room. Greg breathed heavily, taking in
the fart tainted room air as the darkness of the room
returned and the door closed.
"Had enough yet?"
"Yes! For God sakes, yes!"
"Oh, well, why didn't you say so?"
The skunk-woman opened the pod and a weakened Steve
fell onto the hard, metal floor.
"Oh, look, he's exhausted," the skunk-woman said,
feigning compassion.
Steve said nothing.
"Now run along little child and tell the world that we
are coming. Earth will fall by our hands."
"Fine you crazy bitch but I'm not leaving without my
friends."
"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't you hear? The friend you call
Charlie did not make it, sad really; none of us knew
he was so weak."
Steve just looked at her, his sadness could be seen
clearly but he did not cry; he could not show weakness
to the skunk-women.
"And the friend you call Greg, he is too busy
pleasuring the ladies, he will not be returning with
you."
"The hell he won't!"
"I'm afraid so, he will return with us, providing us
with a little entertainment for the trip back."
"Now listen to me..."
"No, you listen to me! I gave you your life, leave
before I change my mind."
"I will not leave without him!"
The skunk-woman, truly incensed by Steve's defiance
grabbed him by the hair and lifted him from the floor
into a kneeling position. Still grasping his hair as
roughly as she could she shoved Steve's face into her
ass and pressed it as far as it would go. She felt his
nose brush up against her asshole.
With an angry grunt and yell, she produced a wicked
silent fart that seemed to last forever. She could not
help but smile at that performance as she looked
behind her to see Steve struggling to get free with
all his might but she held him there. She didn't let
go until she felt the fight in him diminish.
Steve woke up with the sun shinning brightly in his
face. He found himself lying face down in the dirt,
leaves densely scattered on the ground. His memory was
blank; he couldn't remember how he had gotten here
exactly. He looked around, trying to figure out where
'here' was when he spotted something just a few feet
away. Slowly and carefully he approached it. He
grabbed a stick and prodded it a few times to make
sure it wasn't going to attack him. As he went to turn
it over he was startled by the sight and sent him
reeling. There, amongst the leaves, was the lifeless
body of his friend Charlie. Visions of what had
happened the past few hours rushed to his conscious
mind as he ran back to the body of his friend.
"Charlie. Charlie!" He yelled whimpering, holding back
his tears as much as he could. "Charlie, please speak
to me! Charlie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this
to happen. If you just wake up I'll do anything.
Please! Don't do this! Please Charlie! Wake up!"
Charlie never did wake up and Steve was never quite
the same after that.
Greg, despite numerous man hours, was never seen or
heard from again. It didn't make sense to many; it was
as if he had just disappeared. His family, to this
day, still waits by the phone to hear from him.
The cause of Charlie's death was never fully
determined by the medical examiner. His death was
believed to be caused by asphyxiation but there was no
evidence as to show how Charlie had suffocated.
Charlie's family put blame on Steve, begging him to
just come clean, but Steve knew he did nothing and
there was no link to his involvement. He continually
insisted that it was the doing of the skunk-women but
no one believed him and he was eventually ordered into
a psychiatric facility for observation where he grew
increasingly paranoid and delusional. He was scheduled
to be sent into solitary confinement but when the
orderlies arrived to take him they found his lifeless
body, hanging from the light fixture, his gown wrapped
around his neck.