The next day after John became my partner I took him a little away from my place, to train him how to spray properly.
On our way, I asked him how did he manage to spray when we Lucy was attacking us. He told me "Well, at first I imagined where those sprayers might be hiding. I had some idea because I sensed them well inside your butt when I was plugging it." I laughed at that, and asked "Okay, but how did you manage to slide them out?" He then told me "Well, you said that I should follow my instincts, and well, I did." I kissed him on the cheek and said "You did well, my skunkboy." Then we continued our walk to the deep forest.
When we already got there, I began explaining: "So, you need to know that skunks usually don't spray every possible threat. That would be a waste of ammunition."
"Wait, so the spray is limited?" John asked, confused.
"Yeah, our glands store up to eighteen sprays, and then we need to refill them. I mean, they refill on their own all the time, unless they are full. Don't worry, it takes around six days to fill the glands when they're empty, so we produce approximately three sprays per day." I explained.
"Hm, didn’t know that." said John.
I then continued: "So, to get back on track. Skunks have a set of warnings they give out before deciding to spray. Sometimes you won't have time to give these warnings and you will have to fire instantly, like for example when Lucy rushed at us, wagging her tail. But situations like this don't happen often. So, I'm going to show you each warning. Try to repeat what I'm doing, okay?
"Okay." John responded and nodded his head.
"Great. So, the first warning skunks give it stopming their feet on the ground. It makes a loud sound, which may scare off your attacker." I then stomped my right foot on the ground. "Like this." I said.
John then repeated. "That was easy."
"No one said it's going to be difficult." I said, smiling. "If the stomping doesn't scare off your enemy, you give the second warning - you raise your tail high, and turn around, so your butt faces the attacker. The colors and the pattern on your tail are not a coincidence - they are meant to alert the enemy that you are dangerous." I then did what I said, and soon John followed me. "Good!" I cheered him up. "If your attacker is still brave enough to stand behind you, then you give your last warning. You bend over, exposing your asshole." John nodded his head and did as I said. So did I, bending over enough so that my asshole was visible between my buns. "Great work. If after all these warnings your enemy still threatens you, then you can let them have a whiff of your nasty skunk stink."
"So now I slide out these sprayers?" John asked.
"Yess!" I answered with a broad smile.
"You need to, like, push them out, it's something similar to sticking out your tongue. You did it once already, it shouldn't be a problem now. Look, I will do it too." I tensed the muscles in my butt, making my spray nozzles slide out of my asshole. John then focused for a moment, and soon his little skunky sprayers slid out as well. "Very well! Now try to aim them at, uhm..." I then pointed at a tree branch. "This branch! This is the part when the instinct helps a lot. But it's easy, just focus."
"I think I did it." He said after a while. He was looking like he's sure, so I told him "Okay. When you focused your aim on your target, try to squeeze the muscles around your scent glands. Just like me."
After saying that, I quickly aimed at some other branch, and squeezed, spraying a twin, focused stream of my amber musk.
"See? Try to do it on your own. You know how, you did it before!" I cheered. I looked at John, who now had a tense look on his face. Then, a twin stream of musk sprayed out of his glands too, hitting exactly at the branch he aimed for. "Wooo!" I shouted in happiness. "Nicely done! Now you're ready to be a full-time skunkboy." I hugged him. After we released the hug, I continued: "Just one more thing. If you're defending yourself from an attacker, and you run out of your warnings, you will need to spray just after you extend your sprayers. There won't be much time for aiming, but your instinct should solve this problem. It works a lot better when you are stressed." He asked "Like this?" and then in the blink of an eye, his spray nozzles slid out again and he sprayed another time, hitting a different branch perfectly. I made an 'o' with my mouth. He surprised me. "Wow, you learned it so fast!" I said, my voice full of excitement and happiness. "It's just you being such a great teacher." He said with a smile, and I blushed. Then he kissed me. After he released the kiss, I said "Hey, it's not the end of the lesson yet. If you squeeze your glands a little more tight, you will be able to shoot out a wide mist instead of a focused stream. It's a trick skunks use when they really don't have time to aim, or when they don't see their attacker. Look at me, and my butt." I said with a smirk. Then I extended my sprayers and squeezed my butt tight, releasing a fine mist of stinking skunk musk.
"Wow! This one actually looks like a spray!" said John, amazed.
"Yeah! Try for yourself!" I responded cheerfully.
John focused, slid out his spray nozzles and released a wide mist, just like me. I can't describe the happiness I felt.
"I am so proud of you John!" I told him, because I was proud of him. Then we hugged.
"I love you, Celia." he said.
"I love you, John." I responded.
After the entire spraying course was finished, we headed back to my place, which now was technically our place. I then showed John the clothes I took from him before. "Haha, look, here they are! Nice and clean. You can wear them whenever you want to. Just be careful - these jeans will make the access to your defenses difficult." I said with a smile.
Some time after that...