Your feet may be soft, but your body isn't, and with that skunk being made of latex you'd be willing to bet it'd pop if someone fell on it. More specifically, you'd be willing to bet it'd pop if you fell on it. It's worth a try, at least.
Watching the little monster carefully, you bend your legs and prepare to jump. You shift your feet around a bit, making sure you have a good grasp for how their new shape and size will affect your jump. There's no room for mistakes, and if this doesn't go EXACTLY right it'll be monumentally bad for you. The wind is calm, the light plays off the skunk and makes it perfectly visible, and the skunk itself just stares at you blankly, unaware of what you have planned. Everything's perfect - now's the time to make your move.
With a surprising amount of majesty and grace, you leap into the air. The feet don't even hinder you as you soar above the skunk, body spread and ready to give itself to gravity's will. Then, with all the grace of a car crash, you belly-flop right down on the skunk, which lets out a latex squeak as your weight easily crushes it. You feel pain from the impact, but you don't care. That was perfect, and went exactly as you'd planned it. You also feel a thick liquid rushing over your crotch, something you do care about.
You scramble to your feet just in time to see the last liquefied remains of the black latex skunk trickle their way into your pants, adding to the already sizeable mound of the stuff that's already made its way into them and covered your genitals (not to mention the rather embarrassing bulge it's formed).