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A playful giggle escapes Michiru's lips as she trudges through the underbrush, spying a flash of black fur, excited to see the stray black cat she's grown so fond of since joining Mishima Academy. She had first spotted it in the courtyard, which feels like so long ago now, and since then Michiru had taken every opportunity to feed the stray, play with her, and do anything and everything to build her bond with the cat. These days Michiru sees that stray cat as her friend and a day at the academy just doesn't feel the same if they don't get to see one another. Following her ears, Michiru locks in on the all-too-familiar sound of the stray's claws scratching at the ground. Michiru's heart leaps at the thought of seeing her feline friend again and overcome with excitement she leaps out to greet the creature.

"There you are!" Michiru cries out as she lays eyes on the silky black fur of the stray, not thinking her surprise entrance through.

"Mrrow!" The startled feline hisses back in response, her fur raised on her back, standing on end. Before she can say anything else the stray darts back into the underbrush, out of sight.

"No! Don't go I didn't...mean...to scare you" Michiru's voice trails off into a regretful sigh. Not only will she have to spend ages looking for the cat, but it might also take a while to get back on her good side. She should have known better. Over the next twenty minutes or so Michiru wanders aimlessly about the brush in front of the academy, making repeated 'pss-pss' noises to try and tempt out her furry friend. She's just about to give up hope when suddenly a nearby shrub rustles.

"Aha! Gotcha!" Michiru whispers triumphantly, seeing hints of dark fur through the gaps in the bush. All at once, Michiru steps forward, dropping to her knees with her arms held out wide. What comes ambling forward isn't what she expects.

"What kind of cat are you?" Michiru asks aloud, a puzzled look on her face as the strange creature sniffs at the ground, its large, poofy tail wobbling as it moves about, the bright white stripe standing out against the creature's otherwise black fur and dark skin. Michiru feels a small smile spread over her lips as she looks at the funny little creature. For some reason, it seems almost familiar, but it's undeniably cute to Michiru and so she can't resist.

"My, aren't you a pretty little thing?" Michiru giggles, but as she reaches forward to pet it, the creature growls, baring a small set of sharp, yellowed teeth.

"Hey now, don't be grumpy!" Michiru says, wagging her finger playfully at the creature, but it seems to take the motion as some kind of threat. The growling turns into an almost cat-like hiss, and the creature smacks its tail warningly.

"Wuh-waitaminute.."Michiru gulps to herself as she feels realization finally dawn on her.

Silk-black fur with a white stripe down the middle? Check. Cat-like warning sounds and showing off the tail? Check. This isn't a strange cat...

"Skunk!" Michiru yelps, bouncing up off her heels to stand upright, her eyes wide and yet locked on to the aggressive creature at her feet. Somehow it doesn't seem so cute anymore.

"L-Let's just calm down, ookay mister skunk?" Michiru chuckles nervously, raising her hands in a placating fashion. But even this simple movement riles the skunk up even more. The creature's hissing escalates, and it turns its back to Michiru, planting its paws firmly on the ground, mere seconds from spraying. Michiru wants to turn and run, but it seems like anything could set this skunk off, and besides, they can spray up to 15 feet! Even if Michiru ran she'd never get out of range in time! Instead, she's forced to stand as still as a statue, silently begging for the skunk to lose interest and walk away.

The seconds drag by as Michiru stares down at the skunk, its tail sways left and right warningly like a lazy cobra waiting to strike, slowly showing off the bright white stripe with each swish of the tail. It's not just the tail that Michiru is watching either. Her fear-filled eyes are zeroed in on the skunk's now-visible butthole, the source of its offending spray and easily the scariest part of this encounter. As fear pulses through Michiru's body, her eyes become hyper-focused on the skunks' butthole, and before she knows it she's unconsciously blocked out everything else. Even the subtle tail sways and angered hissing melt into the background. Michiru notices how the skunk's asshole twitches and twinges erratically, each hint of movement sending shockwaves of anxiety through her body; every little clench and pucker of the animal's asshole could signal its deadly spray, so whether she likes it or not Michiru's eyes and mind are filled with the quivering, pulsing movement of the growling creature's fully-exposed butthole. Michiru's breath catches in her throat as the skunk's butthole bulges suddenly, puckering outward as if getting ready to expel the animal's offending odor.

A shudder of disgust creeps up Michiru's spine as she can just make out an almost-inaudible 'hiss' of air and the now-puckered butthole shrinks away once more. Michiru's nose wrinkles against the foul smell of the skunk's unexpected fart, groaning internally at the fierce hot stink. What makes it worse is that Michiru is so afraid to move that she can't even cover her nose, so she has to just silently stand there, slowly inhaling the feral creature's gas, the stink lingering for what feels like an impossibly long time. Michiru doesn't know if the fart was just a coincidence or some kind of sick preview of what the skunk's butthole has in store for her. Part of Michiru knows it's weird to refer to the skunk's asshole like it's a separate being, but at the same time it's hard not to feel like it's sentient somehow. As Michiru eyes up the skunk's asshole, it's like it's staring right back at her, sizing her up, endlessly torturing her with every misleading pucker, every unprompted twinge, every callous clenching that only stokes the paranoia in Michiru's heart. The truth is she never knew how many different ways an asshole could move, although she's getting to be an expert now as she drinks in every single quiver.

The sight of the skunk's asshole is almost hypnotizing after a while; Michiru has identified the skunk as a threat and so her mind has been on edge, her whole system on full alert, leaving no room in her head for any thoughts other than this dangerous creature at her feet. Her brain is filled only with the ever-changing sphincter of the skunk, the size and shape and color burned into her brain and memories forever, her mind starting to drift even as she's focused, So Michiru is soon just staring at, and sometimes up, the skunks' butthole listlessly, her whole being tied to its subtle clenching and shuddering. The truth is that as time goes on Michiru actually forgets why she's standing here anymore, all she sees is a tweaking, twitching sphincter before her. Slowly, the skunk starts to calm down. The hissing becomes less intense, the skunk's body starts to return to its normal position, and for a moment it seems like all danger has passed. Michiru breathes a sigh of relief, rolling her now-stiff shoulders and starting to back away slowly, her eyes still on the skunk.

"See, Mr Skunk? There's no need to be afra-"

Michiru's sentence is cut off by the loud 'SNAP' of a twig, and she just has time to look underfoot at the broken branch before turning back to face the skunk.

"WAIT! NO, YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!" Michiru's plea falls on deaf ears as the skunk screeches wildly, turning its back on her once more, arching its back, and lifting its tail high in the air. Michiru raises her hands in a calming manner, but it's no use; her eyes lock on to the startled skunks' asshole and Michiru feels her heart drop to her stomach as the now-familiar butthole tightens and flexes aggressively before puckering outward violently, arcs of yellow liquid exploding from the skunks' ass as he finally ejects his potent spray at the poor, sweet schoolgirl.

Everything shifts into slow motion for Michiru. She looks up slightly, watching the thick, yellow streams of skunk spray sail through the air above her, surprised at how dense and thick the liquid looks, it seems more like oil. She's also surprised by how much is about to rain down on her. The skunk is such a small creature and yet the potent yellow spray that's about to soak Michiru looks like more than enough to drench her entire body. When the skunk ejected its spray there was a rush of air that made Michiru gag, a pre-spray 'teaser' of just how foul and rancid this slimy discharge will be. Michiru gulps, her body rooted to the spot with shock as she takes a quick breath, and then everything rushes back to normal speed. Michiru's body cringes and her toes curl in her shoes as the first drops of spray slap across her face and the top of her head, spraying against the front of her body in a vertical line that cuts right down the middle of her face, a thick glob of yellow spray sliding onto her nose while she feels the warm wetness soak into the top of her head, coating her hair down to the roots as it's absorbed into her scalp. Michiru clenches her jaw tightly as she feels the spray on her nose slide down, dripping off the tip of her nose and connecting with her lips, slipping down the soft flesh agonizingly slow, coating her lips in the rancid stench. Michiru shuts her eyes just as a heavy wave of spray hits her square in the face, the wide blast fully engulfing her head, so powerful and pent up that it even makes her body rock on the spot, and Michiru panics for a moment as the world goes quiet.

For a second the only sensations that Michiru has are that of her lungs burning as she tries to hold her breath, and the feeling of her clothes getting heavy and wet with the warm, oily liquid of the skunks' disgustingly sticky spray. Her chin drips skunk filth like a waterfall, the filthy fluid, in turn, dripping down onto Michiru's already-covered breasts, her clothes are so sodden with spray that they cling to her like a second skin, the dirty skunk's discharge seeping into every single nook and cranny. Wave after wave of hot oily spray hits Michiru's body, soaking her, clinging to her, marinating her body and clothes in filth, and through it all Michiru can feel herself start to get weak as her body cries out for oxygen. Mercifully, the skunk actually stops spraying. Michiru knows she must be blue in the face now, but even though her lungs hurt she has to make sure it's safe. Earlier Michiru had shut her eyes but that didn't stop the stinking assault. She gingerly lifts the index finger of each hand to her eyes, wiping carefully and shuddering at the feeling of thick liquid that greets her touch. When she's sure it's safe Michiru opens her eyes, groaning internally as she looks at her index fingers, each one thick with heavy oily globs of yellow skunk spray, the heavy helpings dripping off freely. Michiru's head throbs and she sways slightly on the spot. She'll have to breathe soon... trying to ignore that thought she finally figures out why everything went quiet.

Michiru tilts her head to the side and with an indescribably unpleasant sensation that sets her teeth on edge, she feels skunk spray dribble out from inside her ears. Sound comes rushing back in as Michiru clears her other ear, trying not to focus on the fact that the skunk sprayed her face and body so much that it literally plugged her ears shut. Michiru sways softly on her feet, so near to blacking out due to lack of oxygen. She has no choice....she has to breathe...she has to try and ignore the stink...after all, how bad could skunk spray really smell? Michiru exhales loudly, her face red as she finally lets herself breathe, and the first thing she does is suck in a long, deep, full breath. Big mistake.

"Oh muh-my...oh God!" Michiru chokes and gasps as her lungs burn not with fresh air but the awful, acrid stench of the skunk spray that coats her body and fills the air, hacking and wheezing in pure revulsion.

"Nuh-no no nuh nuh...uhrrrgh!" Michiru babbles nonsensically, hopping up and down on the spot like a girl possessed, waving her hands about as if she can just shake off the disgusting, awful, thick odor that clings to the inside of her nose and mouth with every tiny little half breath. Michiru tries taking small breaths through her nose, but the sulfur-heavy stink of the spray coats the inside of her nostrils like glue, nestling deep up her nose. Trying to breathe through her mouth isn't much better; the skunk unloaded such a heavy helping of its awful fluid over her frail and shaking body there's literally nowhere she can turn to get a breath of clean air. The spray is so thick and potent that the air is heavy with its stink and Michiru can quite literally taste it on her tongue, her teeth, her gums, and every inch of the inside of her mouth is permeated with the ungodly stink of the furry little fiend. Michiru feels her stomach churn as she can't help but smell herself, her spray-slick hands pressing against her slimy face as she tries not to vomit, the sound of her gagging and heaving both frantic and humiliating.

Michiru feels queasy, sick, and light-headed, her brain feels like it's being melted by skunk fumes, and she shakes weakly as she looks down at her body. A twinge of humiliation runs through Michiru as she sees the damage the skunk has done to her. Michiru's clothes are totally weighed down with liquid filth now, her formally-white blouse is stained an irreversible, sickly yellow thanks to the skunk, and besides that, the generous helping of spray has turned her blouse see-through, adding to Michiru's humiliation and discomfort while revealing that even the skin beneath her clothes has also been engulfed in skunk spray. Her breasts and belly are slick with oily discharge, and as Michiru whimpers in disgust she can see thick drops of yellow spray slide down her soft black stockings. The black fabric makes the oily fluid stand out even more, and it's clear even now to Michiru that no amount of washing could rid her clothes of the ultra-thick sulfur stink that's now woven into every single thread she wears. With a stunned gag-gasp, Michiru tries to lift her left foot, her shoe feeling unusually heavy. She wiggles her toes in her socks and a heave of disgust wracks Michiru's frame as she confirms her suspicions; even her shoes are filled with shallow pools of skunk spray. Michiru is literally dripping with the skunks' stinking fluids, but as she looks down at the creature responsible for the awful smell she's met with a still-convulsing butthole. Something inside Michiru snaps as she looks at the one responsible for her sorry state.

"What is your problem!?" Michiru growls at the skunk, "I've done nothing to you, you have no right to spray me you stupid, smelly, VERMIN!"

Michiru's voice rises as she speaks, her blood boiling as she forgets the danger she's still in. The last word comes out as a harsh shout, the sudden rise in her voice and threatening tone is more than enough to set off the skunk again, and Michiru doesn't have a chance to close her mouth before the skunks ejects another thick load of potent yellow fluids, its asshole puckered as rancid rivulets rocket right into Michiru's open mouth.

For about a second Michiru is too stunned to even process what's happening. She can feel the warm, slick, oily spray hit the back of her throat, splashing against the roof of her mouth as yet more oil coats her tongue, her jaw dumbly open as the skunk pushes out torrent after torrent of putrid filth. Michiru's mouth overflows with skunk spray when suddenly the shell shock wears off and she's right back in the moment. All at once her eyes bulge widely as she feels and tastes the mouthful of skunk spray, Michiru's taste buds are fully coated in the atrocious liquid, the hideous sulfur stink is nothing next to the taste of the skunks' putrid filth. Michiru doubles over, her hands on her knees as she throws up, desperately heaving, gagging, and choking as the taste of skunk spray sends her over the edge. Her stomach burns but still Michiru throws up; she can't help it, the stench is just that bad, nothing on earth could compare to this evil stink. Even throwing up can't get the skunk's taste out of Michiru's mouth, and she knows in her heart this is a taste she'll never forget. As she was bending to vomit Michiru inadvertently gave the skunk access to the few areas of her body that had been spray-free. Michiru is too busy gagging and heaving wetly to try and stop the skunk now, her eyes full of tears both because of her loud retching and gagging and because of the pure humiliation and awful odor engulfing her every waking moment. Still, bent over with her hands on her knees, Michiru can still feel the skunk's fetid fluids getting flung over every inch of her body.

Michiru's back arches as thick spurts of wet, sticky spray make contact, soaking through the back of her blouse in moments. She cringes as her butt and skirt are easily covered too, a special shudder of shame rocking the poor girl's body as she feels some skunk spray pool over and slides down the back of her skirt, sliding between her buttcheeks and soaking into her panties. Michiru moans mournfully as she feels the length of her soft blonde hair and delicate ponytails get ruthlessly splattered by the power of the skunk's twisted butthole, its potent oily spray matting Michiru's hair to her face and skull, each hair on her head slicked down by the warm, gloopy filth that fires out of the feral animal's asshole. The covering of filth is so exaggerated that even behind Michiru's ears is slick with skunk stink. There is truly nowhere on the poor girl's body that doesn't stink now, and the eye-wateringly awful stench burns Michiru's lungs and nostrils as she's forced to smell and wear the skunks' scent. The stink is worse than if you put a hundred rotten eggs and a hundred cartons of spoiled milk in a sealed car on the highway on a hot summer day, and Michiru can just tell that if she took a dip in a waste silo the stink would be like fine perfume compared to what she's engulfed in now. Michiru straightens up, the skunks' spray finally dying down as she does, but not before the poor girl gets a few squirts to the face and chest, just in case the stomach-turning odor had a chance to fade.

Michiru had read online that over-exposure to skunk spray can make you 'nose blind' but she's finding out the hard way that that's just a myth. She's been dosed with enough spray for twenty people at this point and it's still as fierce and fresh as when that first spurt hit her in the face. There's just no end to the stink. Michiru can feel it, in her clothes that are sodden with spray, on her skin which is slick with it, dripping from her hair which is now matted to her skull, and she can taste it too. Michiru's stomach and throat are aching from the near-constant gagging and dry heaving but she can't help it, there's no way the human body can tolerate such a horrific stench and taste without reacting. Her eyes are streaming, watering both because of her loud, throaty gags and because of the putrid fumes rising off every single millimeter of her fetid body. She wants to wipe her eyes but one look at her slick, stinking hands, and Michiru knows she'd be risking blinding herself with skunk spray. Michiru's tongue hangs from her mouth as she coughs and gags, desperately seeking some fresh air as her foul-smelling body literally drips with stinking spray.

The skunk has unloaded such an impossible amount all over Michiru that a medium-size puddle has formed at her feet, made up of a mix of the drool that drips from Michiru's lips with each stomach-churning gag, the tears that flow down her face thanks to her own eye-watering stink, and most of all, the heavy helpings of oily, urine-yellow skunk spray that flow down Michiru's body and clothes. The excess skunk stink flows off Michiru's body like a faucet, and yet, no matter how much oily discharge slides off her clothes and body Michiru is still totally covered, totally sodden with the filthy, stinking, nose-burning spray. Every part of her skin shimmers with the sticky substance, and every article of clothing, right down to Michiru's underwear, is marinating in this horrendous stench, the smell so thick that Michiru feels like she could chew it.

"Ok...that's it" Michiru sighs solemnly, her eyes still focused on the skunks' butthole, "I'm going to leave now, and you're going to let me ok Mr.Skunk?" The skunk sniffs at the ground, seemingly uninterested in the stinky girl behind him. Either that or he's finally out of spray. Michiru takes a breath, her tongue stinging on the acrid cloud of thick skunk stench that envelops her.

"I'm going to have about a thousand showers and put all of this behind me" Michiru lifts her leg to leave, not noticing the loose root by her foot as she moves, a thrill of shock shooting through her body as she feels herself trip forward, gravity pulling her down as the earth rushes up to meet her.

"Oof!" Michiru groans as her chin connects with the ground, landing on her belly and splashing into the stink-puddle below. "Typical," she mumbles to herself but then Michiru does a double-take. Something feels weird.

Michiru had closed her eyes in reflex as she fell but now she can feel something pressed against her face. It's something solid, not as hard as a rock, the impact didn't hurt, but there's not a lot of give either. It feels slightly warm, and a little soft...almost flesh-like? An uneasy feeling blossoms in Michiru's heart as she slowly opens her eyes, confirming her darkest fears. She's landed right up against the skunk, right against his butt! Michiru's nose is pressed into the skunk's asshole, the creature's flesh completely flush against her nostrils, so close that it's actually pushing her nose back. The skunk's tail skims the top of Michiru's sodden head, his bushy white-striped fur tickling her forehead as Michiru whimpers internally. This is her worst fear. At this range, the skunk could force a heavy stream of its potent spray directly up her nose, there's no way she could escape. Michiru's only hope is if the skunk decides to leave, she's totally at the animal's mercy. Too scared to move, Michiru has to lie there as quiet and still as she can, hoping the skunk doesn't get startled again.

Before she could see the skunk's asshole moving and twitching, now she can feel it. With the puckered flesh totally flush against her poor nose Michiru can feel every clench, every twitch and twinge of the animal's butthole, the musky anus making Michiru weak with fear with every hint of movement. The strange thing is that Michiru is so desperate to smell anything other than skunk spray that part of her actually finds the smell of the skunk's butthole to be almost pleasant. She's in such a sorry state that literally anything would smell nice to Michiru now...well almost anything. A pulse of humiliation and shame runs through Michiru, making her cheeks burn as she imagines what her friends would say, what Sachi and Amane would think if they found their fellow classmate drenched in skunk spray, sniffing a skunk's asshole with her nose seemingly glued in place. With the absolutely repulsive smell emanating from Michiru, it probably won't be long before someone discovers her anyway; they'll want to know the source of such an ungodly stink and the chances are they'll suspect a burst sewer line at the very least.

As the musky scent of the skunks' twitching butthole fills Michiru's nostrils she feels a shudder of movement flit through the skunk. Looking forward, she sees two beady little eyes staring back at her in surprise.

"....Just get it over with" Michiru sighs in defeat as the skunk starts to hiss once more, his tail upright as he gets ready to spray. Michiru feels the tensing of the skunk's body, how his butthole puckers violently against her nostrils just before a heavy jet of spray is blasted clean up her nose. Michiru's legs thrash and her hands claw at the ground as she feels her sensitive nose get blasted with pulse after pulse of powerful potent skunk spray, her nasal cavity full to bursting in seconds as the skunks' butthole somehow perfect eclipses both of her nostrils. Taking the stench point-blank like this makes everything that's come before seem irrelevant, and as her packed nose easily spills over with the oily pee-yellow liquid that's being forced out of the skunks' butthole, Michiru can still feel each shudder, each twinge, and each tensing of his overactive asshole.

Michiru heaves and splutters thickly as the spray forces its way down the back of her nasal cavity and out through her mouth, filling her already skunked mouth in moments, her cheeks ballooning before Michiru opens her mouth in disgust, a deluge of oily spray exploding from her lips. Michiru shudders as the fierce stench covers her face and head once more, the intensity of the spray seeming a million times worse when it's so focused on just one part of the body. There's even a hint of fondness in her heart as Michiru thinks back on how she smelled earlier, the noxious stink like sweet roses compared to this. As the skunk strains and pushes out its awful spray Michiru starts to feel light-headed under the rotten sulfur stink, her tongue dumbly hanging out, she barely even tastes the fresh spray that slaps against it, she's so used to smelling and tasting the skunks' rancid discharge.

The shallow pool from earlier has deepened, a proverbial lake of skunk stink now forming under Michiru's chin, an overflow of spray spreading downward to soak into her blouse. Michiru moans weakly as her eyes roll back in her head, her head throbbing with the thick scent. Her thoughts start to shrink away as Michiru breathes only skunk spray now, her lungs full of rancid, sour stink over clean, fresh, air. The world starts to dim, darkness closing in on the edge of Michiru's vision as she begins to lose consciousness, the skunk's putrid gas winning out. It's like the world is melting away, soon the sky fades, and Michiru can no longer feel the ground beneath her as she fades, on the edge of passing out. Soon everything disappears apart from the feel of the skunks' pulsing asshole against Michiru's nose, the awful scent of his toxic expulsions, and the harrowing tastes of skunk spray. Michiru is so light-headed that she feels as if she's floating in a void, alone, bar the skunk, there only to experience the most horrific scents you can imagine. Her eyelids feel heavy now, drooping down over rolled-back eyes as Michiru is sluggish on skunk stink, her head dipping down, her nose slowly sliding down the length of the skunks' butthole and lower body as she finally blacks out, the smelly sensations she's been subjected to chasing her deep into her subconscious.

Michiru flops down like a ragdoll, her body limp and powerless against the rotten odor. Her face splashes down into the now-wide puddle of skunk spray, her head half-submerged as her lips and nose stay above the surface, drawing in the fetid fumes, so that even in unconsciousness Michiru is inhaling the putrid smell deep into her lungs, her body, face and hair truly marinating in skunk spray now as the skunk empties every single last drop of spray over the face and body of the unconscious girl.

When he's finally empty the skunk sniffs at the ground casually, totally uninterested, as if Michiru isn't there at all. In another ten minutes or so he's left the area completely, either to look for food or perhaps his next victim? Regardless, Michiru is less than a shadow of the girl she was before. She's totally unrecognizable, her clothes and hair are so drenched and dirtied with skunk juice that she just doesn't look like the same cute schoolgirl that came here this morning. The skunks' filthy discharge has coated and caked the poor girl all over so that his awful stink rolls off Michiru in thick, heady waves that would cause any onlookers to cry out, vomit, or both. Unfortunately for Michiru, the wind has picked up, spreading her rancid odor throughout the area, meaning she'll be found soon.

The sight and smell of her will never be forgotten by any who are unfortunate enough to witness it. As for Michiru herself, she'll never really be free of the stink. No matter how much she washes or how many days pass, she'll always remember the day she ventured into the bushes, the day she smelt and tasted a skunk's pungent spray, the horrendous odor burned into her memory forever.