Seeing the group of lions threatening you, your animal instinct kicks in. You quickly flip yourself into a handstand, showing your rear and growling, giving the lions a final warning.
The smallest lion begins to study you as the other two lions watch in awe. The smallest lion was curious, seeing such a strangely colored animal, standing upside down, legs spread wide, showing his ass to the world. None of the lions had ever seen such a display from any animal before. However, they where not about to let an exotic acrobatic display keep them from teaching you a lesson.
The biggest lion steps forward, snarling at you. You hold your pose and growl once more in warning, but he still advances slowly.
"You’re going to pay for what you did to our brother." says the biggest lion.
Your body tenses as you start to aim your glands. You being to feel two fleshy nipples along your asshole slither and tense up as you start to aim for your target. You start to aim for the biggest lion's face and he slowly creeps into your firing zone. You tense up as he moves in.
Your ass suddenly bulges out, and revealing your two spray nozzles. Your glands begin to expand and flex as they begin to fill with musk. The three lions’ recoil with disgust. Your spray nipples shine a golden yellow. Your sprayers are coated in oily slime from your previous lessons and the smell of skunk instantly begins to waft over to the irritated lions.
The biggest lion musters up some courage and begin to charge at you. You smirk at his stupidity and clench your ass. Your fleshy red nubs quickly go to work, spraying your musk all over the biggest lion's face blasting some of it into his mouth. You let your muscles around your asshole clench for a second time, and you spray again. As a second twin geyser of golden musk erupts from your rear, you begin moving your sprayers up and down, side to side, easily covering the lion in your vile goop.
The smell of skunk instantly goes from slightly pungent to an extreme, lung-burning stench. The biggest lion's eyes slam shut and stream tears, and he grinds to a halt directly behind you. He gasps desperately for air. Every ragged breath he manages to take reeks of your spray.
Amused, you gracefully flip back down to all fours, now baring your rear to the other two lions. You raise your tail like a battle flag, bristling out your fur as you snarl and give the others a toothy smirk. Your instincts are screaming to spray, but you watch and wait.
Both lions, shocked at your display, begin to retch and run into the forest. You watch in your victory pose until you can't see or hear there hacking coughs. You calmly walk over to the blinded lion, barely recovering from your stink.
“Since you all haven't learned since the last time, I have one last present before I go” you growl.
The lion laying out his stomach had no energy to even move to avoid your punishment. Turning quickly, you face your rear towards the lion's underbelly and pucker your asshole, scent glands already at the ready. You spray the lion again, the putrid, ranking mess staining his clean white fur a glossy yellow. The lion begins to heave again, preparing to loose his lunch. He goes to cough but feels something warm against his snout. He struggles and opens his eyes to be greeted by your backside, pressed up against his wet nose. The lion's eyes become as big a plates as he realizes his new fate.
"No, please...... ugh. I'll do anything" whimpers the lion.
"Sorry, but you pissed off a skunk" you growl.
Two fleshy, red nubs peek out of your sphincter for a final time. You take your time and eventually poke each one of your fleshy bits into each one of the lion's nostrils. Your swollen nubs block the lion's airway, causing the lion to gasp. With his deep breath you squirt a fountain of thick, gooey musk. The lion's nose and mouth is instantly flooded and overspray splatters onto his entire face. You make sure a good chunk of the mess of smelly stuff goes down his throat. The lion gags and violently retches on your greasy soup.
Satisfied with the lion’s punishment, you scamper off to your den, proud and ready to tell your mate about your handiwork.