"Okay, it's time to fulfill your little wish, Johny." I told him with a smirk.
"Hmm?" he asked, confused.
"You wanted me to teach you how to spray, so, here we go!" I said, smiling broadly.
"Here, now?" he still didn’t believe it.
"Yeah, we're going to practice on the trees."
"Ohh, okay, I thought that... ah, nevermind." He said, smiling sheepishly.
Soon, his lesson began.
"See, before using their powerful weapon, skunks attempt to give their enemies some warnings, so maybe they would escape without the skunk wasting its ammo." I started explaining.
"The first warning a skunk gives is stomping one of its feet against the ground, making a loud sound.". I did as I said, stomping my right foot on the ground. "Come on Johny, don't be shy, try for yourself!"
John stomped his foot against the ground, just like I did. "Like this?" he asked.
"Good!" I cheered. "Let's move to the next one, then. So, if stomping your feet doesn't scare off the enemy, you give them a more serious warning - you turn around, and raise your tail up high. The colors and the pattern on your tail are not a coincidence, dear. They are meant to make your enemy feel the danger, and escape." I then looked at John, his butt facing the tree behind him, tail raised high. "Good?" he asked. "Good." I answered with a smile. I then continued: "Well, if the markings on your tail still don't scare of the enemy, you give your last warning - you bend over, making your asshole visible.". "Yes, just like that." I added after watching John follow my words. If after all of that your enemy is still threatening you, you release your spray.
"But how do I do that?" John seemed to be really curious.
"It's really simple. At first, you need to make your sprayers slide out. And to do that, you need to push them out of your asshole. Try to find some new muscles around your butthole, and when you do, try to make a move similar to sticking out your tongue. Come on, you can do this!" I told John as I watched him struggle with what I told him to do. Then suddenly he said "Oh, I think I moved something!" Soon, his asshole puckered out, and these little skunky nubs slid out of it. His tail fur also fanned out. "Great!" I said cheerfully. "Now, try to aim your sprayers at your target. Let it be that branch." I pointed at a tree branch with my finger. "It's easy, you know how to do it, your instinct has it."
"Okay, I think I got it." he told me. "Okay, it's time for the last step. Do you remember the muscles you pushed when you tried to slide your sprayers out?" I asked. "Mm-hmm." he nodded his head to confirm. "So now, try to squeeze around them."
I watched in happiness as my skunkboy squeezed around his glands, and then squirted a twin stream of stinky musk from his spray nozzles, hitting the branch just perfectly.
"See? I told you. The instinct helps a lot. So now, you learned how to spray. Just one small addition - when you decide to use your skunky defense, you need to be a bit faster than that." I explained.
"Like that?" he asked. In the blink of an eye, his sprayers slid out of his butt again and he fired another stream of skunk spray, this time hitting a different branch.
I rolled my mouth into an 'o' and then said: "Yeah! Just like that! Now you are ready to be a skunkboy. My skunkboy."
Then I hugged him, and also kissed him on the cheek. I said "Come here, I have something for you!" I then showed him the clothes I took from here before. "They're clean, you can wear them whenever you want to." I said with a grin.
"Thank you Celia! You're a great skunkgirlfriend." he said, and I felt even happier.
Some time after my lesson in skunking: