A bunch of security guards surrounding a pale, lean human with dyed blue hair, a leather vest, plain white tee, blackout shades, a gold necklace, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots. Katrina squeed a little, that was him. She was surprised at how good he looked, definitely not the same adorable kid she grew up with. She walked up to a security guard, him backing away and calling for backup due to the horrific odor around her. As Katrina got closer, the security got tighter and tighter until they were shoulder to shoulder, then feet away from the source of the stink. Max started to question what was going on and the guards tried to stop him, but he broke through them to see Katrina eye to eye. He broke out into a sprint to hug her, but stopped just short of her when he realized she had a funky air around her. He spoke out to her, “Hey Katrina, god what is that smell? Did you come to see me?” She had half a mind to scoop him off the ground and give him a bear hug, but she could tell he wasn’t used to her skunk form or smell. She retreated a bit, curling her hair around her finger as she stuttered, “Y-yeah, I-I wanted to see you… um… perform.” She started blushing hard, which started her stomach going. She didn’t want to blow up the concert area, she only wanted to connect with an old friend. She tried deep breathing to calm herself down, it seemed to work for now. Max continued, “Aww, thanks! I thought you had moved on and forgot about me. Oh gag me. I’ll be sure to give you a good show, I’ve been working on this sound for a while now.” He turns his head back to cough, catching his breath so the stink wouldn’t make him puke. “I’m sorry Katrina, but is that you that smells like that?” Katrina shot up, her blush so deep it’s visible through her cheek fur, and turned to face him. The sudden jolt gave her biology the life it needed to answer his question. She barely got out a word before her butt chimed in with a quick, audible PFFT. She stood there with her mouth covered as she tried in vain to fan the fart away, she was so embarrassed. He just stood there, the already potent, skunky air only making him take another step back. The security guards were knocked unconscious at this point, and the crowds had basically fanned out, leaving them together in a somewhat private atmosphere. Katrina took another deep breath and said as calmly as she could, “Max, this isn’t cosplay or anything, I’m…” Before she could even finish the sentence he locked lips with her. She felt all her nervousness melt away as they stayed together. They broke the kiss and he chimed in, “I’ve been meaning to do that since high school. One bad smell isn’t changing your personality or your beauty. You can call me creepy, but I really like you. Like a lot. We can be an item of you want, but that’s your choice. I’ve always like you, and I’m always gonna like you. Maybe even more than like, I love you.” There was a moment of silence, not just due to the people avoiding the smell and the passed out security, everyone had almost stopped breathing as the last words echoed in the large mall. Tears welled up in Katrina’s eyes. She hugged him hard, wagging her tail like a dog. She had never felt happier, she had a boyfriend for the first time in her life. She kissed him over and over again, pressing her body against his. She felt him get hard and started blushing again. She stepped back and he started blushing, “I mean what I said.” Katrina had to do some thinking, she could probably transform someone if she directly blasted them or let her sex juices touch them like she was transformed, or she could find a way for him to survive her smell. She didn’t want her new boyfriend to die before they had sex.