At first Amy, surprised by her own ability to unleash such a putrid discharge from her newly formed anal artillery, begins to mumble some kind of
apology to Lina as the cat-girl, sprayed all over her front with the noxious liquid, quickly winds up writhing in agony on the floor, crying, heaving,
retching, finally losing her lunch. Ever the good girl, Amy's initial reaction was to feel sorry for her friend and, as the overwhelmingly rancid odor
of her spray began to assault her nose, to think, in horror: "Oh my God! Did that monstrous stink really come from me!?" But new instincts were
flooding her brain with new responses, new blood flowing through her veins, new neural pathways and emotional responses leading her quickly
into completely unexpected responses. That horrified "Did that monstrous stench come from me?" gave way to an impressed, even delighted, "Oh
my God--that monstrous stink came from me!"
To be sure, she couldn't say that she liked the smell, not in any straightforward way. She experienced her intensely pungent stink juice as foul,
though she obviously had a tolerance for it that Lina did not. But a twisted smile crossed her muzzle as she came to a new realization: she *liked*
being this foul. She liked the fact that Lina would stink of her awful ass perfume for a month or so, no matter what she tried to wash it off with.
God, it was a rush to have this kind of power over people, to be a skunk. She was tired of being a good girl. It was time to gain some release from
the repression of her dark side she'd engaged in over all the years of her childhood. Pent up repression and frustration would come out now each
time she puckered her dangerous asshole, extruded her musk nipples, and let fly.
No longer caring that Lina was still behind her writhing on the floor, she decided to try out the control of her new muscles. She learned how to
extrude and withdraw the stink jets, how to aim them, how to squeeze just the right way to unleash the floodgates: pssssssssssst! Ah. Spraying
again gave her a sexual rush. God the release felt good, and she couldn't help touching herself just a bit afterward, beginning to moan softly.
Transformed into a skunk-girl, Amy the good girl had died, while Amy the extreme stinker had risen in her place. High on power, she was now
ready to do whatever she wanted for her own pleasure. But how best to proceed?