"Well, personally," Amy began, still feeling somewhat guilty about what had happened to her now very odoriferous friend, "I've always thought
skunks' tails were really cute, attractive. I guess the bigger question is whether you also got the anal scent glands to be able to do what I did,
and if you did, until we get back to normal, even without spraying we're always gonna smell of a bit of a skunk funk."
"Hm," Lina replied. "Now that you mention it, something definitely feels different about my butt. Finding the muscles to raise her tail, she had
the distinct sensation of feeling like there was something inside her anus--or rather two somethings, somethings she came to see that had
some muscle control over. Amy prudently stepped to the side as Lina experimented, puckering her anus, extruding the musk nipples from her
glands, and then sure enough, with a pssssssst a little spritz of pure stink juice flew out of her asshole.
"Ew," Amy waved her hand in front of her face. But Lina's face lit up with a sadistic expression. Now that she knew how her anal artillery worked
she'd get her revenge for what Amy did to her. "LIna, what's that look all abou--" Amy can't quite complete her sentence before Lina points her
ass right at her, smiles at her over her shoulder and--pssssssssssssssssst!--fires again. With the skill of a natural or beginner's luck, Lina hits
home, and Amy is squirted right in the nose with two high-pressure streams of the gooey, putrid spray she'd inadvertently squirted her friend
with moments before.
Now it's Amy's turn to begin to heave and hack and retch. She's on the floor, pawing at her nose, very nearly vomiting, but she manages not to.
Lina begins to feel a little bit guilty and extends a paw to help her friend up. "Even?" Amy grabs the extended paw--and then, instead of
standing up, pulls Lina roughly down to her level, Lina's face just inches from her deadly butt. Amy's tail shoots up, she puckers her smelly
sphincter and *psssssssssssssssssssst!* Now LIna's sprayed right in the face--she splutters and coughs, and tears are streaming from her eyes
from the irritation. "There. Now we'er even." Amy says.
Soon the two are wrestling around on the floor, a cat fight--or rather a skunk fight--there bodies intertwined in what must be the smelliest
wrestling match ever to have occurred. They both become completely covered in the gooey, putrid, irritating musk.