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Zorilla made a decision. She already knew she couldn't stay with this human, but the thought of getting rid of such a wonderful lover was repugnant to her. She opted to wander around a little, as time and food permitted, until they came to a proper city that had a wizard, or better yet, a wizard's guild. They spent another week on the road. Out here in the wilderness their raucous love making didn't disturb anyone, whereas in a city, it would have caused quite the stink...

Norraltown sat at the foot of an old, worn-down mountain. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. And it had a wizard. The townsfolk directed them to him with strained faces and little prayers of thanks that the pair weren't coming anywhere near their homes or businesses.

The wizard's name was Yorrid. He was older, with graying tips to his black fur. He was handsome, and they went out of their way to compliment the white patch on his chest. Despite his age and his namesake, this sloth bear was anything but slow. The moment he caught a whiff of them, he flashed a spell. They didn't notice a thing, but the look on his face said it all.

"Ehhhh. Do I want to know what I can do for you two? You're the oddest couple I think I've ever seen!"

The skunkette pulled out the green bottle. The wizard looked at it and backed away.

Zorilla held it out to him. "Do you know what this is?"

"Of course I know what that is. The question is, how did you get such a large bottle of it? That stuff is so potent it never comes in a size bigger than drachm."

"But what is it?" She stamped her pretty foot as her tail went rigid.

"Calm down my dear! How can you have the largest bottle of crisoline oil I've ever seen and not know what you have?"

"Uhhh, because I don't know what crisoline oil is?"

"I guess you better tell me everything from the beginning. Where did you get it?"

So she told the story, how the human was a spellsinger and that his singing had produced the bottle. He had been looking for something to tone down her smell.

Jon-Tom put in his two scents worth. "When I first met her, I thought she smelled rather unpleasant. Now I think she smells like all the best things in the world!"

"Wait. YOU DRANK THIS STUFF?"

"No. I was trying to figure out what it was. I opened the bottle and sniffed, but I couldn't smell anything. I thought it might be because my nose was on overload. So I touched the stopper to my tongue. This stuff has no flavor either."

"Of course it doesn't. It's crisoline oil. It's pressed and distilled from the hurros flower. To get as much as you're holding right now takes a good sixty thousand flowers and three distillations."

Zorilla put on her "I'm impressed" face. "Wow. That's a lot of flowers. I'd think that would make this stuff pretty expensive."

The wizard laughed. "Expensive. That's another reason one doesn't sell it in bottles this big. Yours has to be worth..." He calculated on his fingers. "Yours has to be worth about 400 gold pieces."

Jon-Tom held up his hand, almost like a school boy would in class.

"How do you know what it is with such surety when you haven't even examined the contents?"

"The bottle you dolt. That style of bottle was made the required packaging three hundred or more years ago. I have no idea who would make one so big."

The skunk smiled. "A spellsinger's magic can do whatever it wants I would guess. So wizard, what is this stuff good for?"

The bear straightened his shoulders, putting on a more formal air. "As I'm sure you have found out, it's used in love potions. Only it doesn't really work like that. Alone, crisoline oil overpowers a person's senses. But the effect fades, and it never, ever overpowers a being's true emotions."

"I don't understand."

"Let me see if I can explain. The oil takes a person's senses and temporarily revamps them. For example, its use in a love potion works best when it is combined with other ingredients that enhance the person's perceptions. It works best on someone who already has feelings for you. So if you want to attract someone who may like you, but is too shy to admit it, a love potion increases their desire enough to overcome their inhibitions. But at no point will it complete take over their emotions. Give it to someone who hates you, and it's just possible they will hate you even more. It's a tricky thing to work with."

She scratched her head. "Does it have any other uses?"

The bear nodded and pulled down some bottles of mysterious liquids. Taking their green bottle he managed to get a single drop out and into a beaker. For the next five minutes he carefully mixed bits from all the bottles. He then added alcohol, carefully swishing the container for another ten minutes. He added that to a jug of water and again shook it vigorously. He applied an atomizer to the top and gave a few puffs in her general direction.

"HEY!"

She batted at the air. "What are you trying o do?"

He sniffed the air. "Oh that is so much better! Honey and berries!"

She stopped. "What?"

"This mixture, when sprayed on you, has the effect of altering everyone's perception to your aroma. To you, you smell the same. To me, you smell good enough to eat. It's sort of what happened to your human friend, only now all you have to do is apply this to yourself every day, or every other day depending, and you'll never get a nasty look again in your life."

"And what do I owe you for this?"

"Well..."

She glared at him. "Well what?"

"How about I fill by own crisoline bottle from yours?"

She sighed. She was almost hoping for something else. Then again, finding someone who could replace this human was going to be tough. "It's not really mine to say. Jon-Tom?"

He had been listening to their conversation in silence. He had been evaluating what was being said in connection with the way he had been feeling. If this had happened before his tryst with the tigress, it's hard to say what might have happened. But as the days wore on, he was feeling less connected to this lovely little skunk. It was like coming down from being high.

"Sure, you can have some of it. I have no idea what I'd do with it. I suppose I could give it to Clothahump."

"Clothahump? The great wizard of the Bellwoods?"

"Great? He's good, I'll grant you that, but I would hardly call him great!"

"But the stories..."

"Are mostly true, but they always manage to grasp the wrong truths."

"Hmm. I think you two will need to stay with me for a few days. You are hereby my official my guests!"

They were shown a nice room, and they were given all the comforts possible. There was even a nice bath, which the wizard had spelled to have perfectly warmed water.

"I have soaps and such, so please feel free to use them. Oh, and after you dry, remember to apply that spray. I think you'll find it a great remedy for people's attitudes when they're around you. I know it does wonders for me!"

It was a large tub, big enough for a bear, so plenty big enough for a human and a skunk. Needless to say, they were both occupying it. Jon-Tom marveled at the simple spell that was an integral part of the device. Once it was filled with cold water, the spell was triggered and the tub itself heated up. As the wizard had told him, it was a modified cooking spell. "I put a governor on it...no need to cook myself or my guests!"

The two relaxed in the warm water. Jon-Tom was finding that her old smell was creeping back into his nostrils. It was mildly disappointing, but there was still enough of the other to mask it somewhat. He felt bad, but knew in his head that the skunks had evolved with that odor as their main defense. If it appealed to everyone, there wouldn't have been any skunks left around anymore. With just a bare drop of the oil, he had found her suddenly quite delicious.

She sensed his growing awareness of her normal nature. She took the bottle and opened the stopper, touching it to the water. A barely visible sheen spread across its surface. The smell suddenly vanished. It was back to being all sweet and sugary.

"I'm sorry," he said contritely.

"Hey! You've been a good man about it so far. I can be accommodating, in fact, I find that masking my smell is no problem at all. I think you'd do the same for me. In fact..." She reached down and grabbed his cock. "I think you already did something similar, didn't you?"

He smiled for several reasons. One was...she was correct. The second of all, he liked the way her paw felt on his now hardening flesh.

"Yes, I guess I did. And in both of our cases, it isn't such a big thing we've done, but the repercussions are widespread."

"Widespread? You mean like this?" And with that, she widened her knees until they touched the sides of the tub. It was an amazing feat of flexibility.

"Why yes my little my little lovely ball of black and white fluff, I think that's exactly what I mean."

He was ready to dive in, but she stopped him for just a moment. "Jon-Tom, can I ask a question?"

He sighed. "Sure."

"When you were playing your songs, you know, the ones that made this bottle appear, what were they?"

"What do you mean, what were they? They were songs from my world."

"Yes, I know that. I thought that they were strange, and in some instances they made a bit of sense. But the two leading up to the bottles appearance....do you remember those two?"

He cudgeled his brain for the answer. He simply had other things he would rather be doing. However he usually remembered his music. "One was a song by the J. Geils Band and the other one was from The Clovers."

"I don't know who or what those are, but I was more interested in the name of the songs."

He sighed with aggravation. "The first one was the song Love Stinks and the second one..." His eyes went wide. "The second one was Love Potion Number Nine! How could I have been so stupid?!!"

She merely smiled. "I guess you got what you asked for, though I must say I'm thankful you don't really love me. You're fun and all, but I want to have kids some day and I think you're not the person for that, magic or not!"

This time she didn't hold him back. The songs had been nagging at her, and now that she had an answer, she found herself more relaxed about what had happened. He was a good person, and she hoped she could find someone just a nice when the time came.

He glided into position and grabbed the sides of the tub. She wisely took that as a cue and grabbed the sides as well. She wasn't worried about drowning; for one he was too kind to allow it, and secondly, her tail was underneath her. It worked well to keep her propped up.

She wiggled her backside just a little as his cock hit her hole, helping to guide him in. Water was good for some things, but not always this. But with a little patience he was in and she was holding the sides even more tightly.

The pitfalls of making love in a tub quickly became apparent. Unless you kept your movements minimalized to nice, small, easy thrusts, your motion soon was transferred to the water. In other words, if you weren't careful, you were soon sloshing water on the floor. They weren't being careful.

Jon-Tom had other things on his mind than a little water on the floor. He was presently impaling the cutest little skunk he had ever seen, It hardly mattered that he hadn't seen many. He knew cute when he saw it. She would have been adorable as any species. And now that the smell factor was gone, it was anything goes.

As it was, her body was rising and falling in time to his hip thrusts, causing her head to bob like a buoy in a hurricane. The water was turning into more of a whirlpool, sucking her into to its powerful maw. Of course, there was no such thing happening, but she was feeling overwhelmed again. If she had noticed, what she was feeling was a little adjustment on his part. She knew he could change size, and shape to certain degree, but she was finding out how far he might go to drive her crazy.

He had narrowed his cock down, and at the same time formed ribbed up and down the shaft. Each push and each pull vibrated her crotch right to the bone. He was hoping she was finding it as pleasurable as he was. He had gone the extra step and had made the ridges a little more elastic than his cock was normally, allowing them to pass in and out without difficulty.

She didn't know about his healing talent, and was therefore glad that her nails were sinking into the wooden tub and not his flesh. As it was, she was sure he was trying to kill her. Yep, that was the case. He was going to pound away until she passed out and drowned. And whatever was going on inside her was speeding up the process. If he managed to do what he had done before, she was a good as dead. She could think of no better way of dying, but she just wasn't ready yet.

He didn't seem to care. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself, and she was too, to a point. She had never expected to ever feel anything this intense, and especially so from a human. She had a new found respect for wizards.

He was pounding away, rubbing those ridges through her opening fast and furiously. Finally having as much as she could take, she went to try pushing him away and found her hails wee imbedded in the tub. She fought to extricate them, but she had had the inexplicable strength to drive them in. And now she didn't have it to pull them back out. She was at his mercy.

Now Jon-Tom didn't think he was doing anything wrong. As a male, there was no such thing as "too much of a good thing." All he was doing was pushing their experience past the measure of "common decency" and into the realm of "oh my god!" The problem he didn't see was that it was really too much for her. Given time, he'd recognize such overload in a partner, but right now, he was still adapting to this world and his powers.

Needless to say, he was merrily pounding away on her with as much gusto and technique as he could muster. He tended to forget that Roseorar was big and tough and experienced even before he came around. And Lorissa was a horse. Zorilla was a much smaller, albeit lovely... skunk. She was also very sensitive to stimulation.

Her plaintive cries were ignored as ones of enjoyment. Well, she was enjoying it, but not as much as it sounded. One can enjoy good food, but still not want it crammed down their throat. Jon-Tom finally caught on a stopped.

"Are you alright?"

She was lying there, still trying to get her nails out of the wood. She sucked in a few breaths. "Remember when I asked why the others let you go? I figured it out. You killed them."

He was mildly taken aback. He had never considered that he might be more than she could take. He had tried so hard to be more than was expected that he had gone overboard. He took things down a notch. He returned his cock to "normal", still smaller than his normal size, but a perfect size for her. HE gave it a few test thrusts, and she responded by smiling and wiggling in time to his movements. After helping her retract her claws from the wood, he focused on giving her just what she needed.

Her paws went to his wrists, and this time her claws remained free from embedding themselves in his skin. At the same time she seemed more into what he was doing. It was weird having over done it in the sexual category. Jon-Tom doubted there were too many males who could claim that.

She responded by leaning up and kissing him. He paid her back in kind, gentle stroking her insides with his cock. She seemed to enjoy this more normal variety of sex than anything kinky or extreme. He was alright with that.

In the end, when they both cam, there was no water sloshing, no screams or cries, and no nails stuck in the wood. It was simple to beings enraptured with each other, making love and feeling good about it.

They spent a week with the wizard, and over that time they got to know him very well. It was obvious that he was lonely, being the only magic user in the vicinity. Regular people only visited when they needed something. Jon-Tom swore that the old sloth bear was getting attached to the girl. They did have similarities, the most obvious being their coloration. Ok, that was the ONLY similarity. But they did seem to like each other, and Jon-Tom didn't take it as a slight whatsoever. She was fun, but he had never expected to meet up with her in the first place, and if she found someone else to take his place, he was all for it. That oil was still sort of messing with his head. The sooner he could get away, the better he would feel.

Thus, he found it mildly humorous when the new couple (for however long it lasted) timidly approached him. He could tell right away they were uncomfortable with telling him about how things had changed. He saved them the bother. "Look, I did what I thought was the right thing. It looks like it was the right thing after all. But what are you two going to do? You can't have kids together, any more than you or I can!"

"She has promised to stick around and make my days more bright and my nights less lonely. In return I will show her how to make the spray, and I will give her little spells to help her with her handiwork. I know it won't last forever, but it will be nice having someone around. Being alone too long makes you irritable and unpleasant."

Jon-Tom was going to argue, telling him he was far from that, but remembered his own mentor. That turtle had been alone for centuries. And look what it had gotten him. "Yes, I think you're right. I wish you the best and hope things work out!"

Zorilla ran forward and gave him a quick kiss and whispered in his ear. "Thanks. He's a good lover, and while he doesn't have your abilities, a least I know he won't drive me to the edge of insanity and back each time we make love."

He tried to look hurt. "But I thought that was the best part!"

She kicked him. "You should try switching places some time. You overload a poor girl's pleasure circuits!"

He smiled and bowed before walking away. Hey! There were worse ways to be remembered. As he left the room, he caught a different whiff of aroma emanating from her body. This time it was almost smoky, with just a touch of spice. He put his head to figuring it out... That was it! It smelled like burning incense. Or was that...in-scents?