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Skunked
"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.
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Gassy Skunk
Stella was walking home from a long day of shopping. It was hot out side so she decided to change out of her clothes in new ones she bought. She put on a pair of tight short that exposed the lower part of her butt, along with a tank top the barley covered her breast. She left the mall after visiting the food court and eating a large meal. She went to a train stop and waited on a bench there. She look around and saw that their weren't many people around, so she let out a fart, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear, and smell it to. Embarrassed Stella decided to hold it in until she was alone. Soon the train arrived and she got on, and sat down though she thought the seat felt off she figured it was her tail. However, she had in fact sat on a Kirlia who had opened her mouth to say something, but now had her mouth open around Stella's butt. Stella look around and saw no one, she decided it was a good time to release everything she had. She let it rip filling the entire train car
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The Aroma of Roma
The Aroma of Roma, pt. 2
I admit that as I approached Audrey, I was overcome by several contrasting feelings simultaneously: disgust, at her awful smell and the fact that she was resting inand eatinggarbage; curiosity, which had resided in my mind since first I saw her; but perhaps the most prevalent was nervousness. She was a skunk, after all; besides, why would she want to talk to me? She had said that I seemed nice, which I had taken as a compliment; I had often been called funny, as well. But what really stuck, that made me blush, was that she had said that I was cute. It was truly strange; then again, I thought,
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The final part of the story sees some strange occurrences in shifts of alliances, and odors.
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exactly how long does roxanne's stick for and can it be washed off at all?