Rubbing your head, you see that she was a very gorgeous woman, probably around the same age as you. Tits bigger than her head under a green sweater and an ass stuffed inside a jean skirt, with cheeks double the size of basketballs. Meanwhile, a big pair of owl rimmed glasses sat on her cute face and a soft, black, curvy bowl cut framed it, adding some cuteness to her sexiness, but that wasn't what got your attention, as a thick, fluffy tail curled around you instinctively.
Her fur black with a single, solid, white stripe that came from the edge of her tail and underneath her hair, it was obvious she was an anthro, a skunk to be precise. Just like all anthros, who possessed similar abilities to their feral counterparts, you were aware about her spray and was currently panicking as you gathered her things and paid for them in addition to your things.
Leaving the now closing store, you place her on a bench with her things and was ready to go when a monstrous roar was heard behind you. Turning around, you could see only the skunk girl, but her arms crossed her midsection and her face scrunched up before she opened up her lovely, emerald eyes. Looking around in confusion, she spots her things and sigh in relief before noticing you.
"Eek!" She yelps, turning around and bending over, her fat ass pointing directly at you to fire as she turns her head towards you.
"I'm Jeff, the guy who accidentally knocked you out and paid for your stuff. I'm really sorry about that, so I'll leave first," you greeted her and once again was ready to go home, but...
"I'm sorry." "Pardon me?" "I have to fart, like really badly," she said in apologetic tone.
What came out of her bowels wasn't a fart, but an explosion of methane that roared out of her for a few minutes and covered the whole area in her flatulence.
"Whew, that was a bad one, even for me," she said shyly, patting her grumbling stomach as she was once again embarrassed by her constant gas and gagged on her creation. The smell wasn't something that could be coming from someone's digestive tract; rather, it was more a kin to several sewage plants that are overloaded with rotten dairy products.
"You alright?" You coughed heavily, much to her surprise and embarrassment.
"How!?" "Because I enjoyed your farts!" You reply, now you're the one that's embarrassed.
A look of confusion comes across her blushing face and she comes closer to you for inspection. After studying your face for a while, she lifts her leg up and another explosive fart roars out of her rump, though not as long as her first one.
"I guess you also got a fart fetish too," she said, blushing madly, though a smile was on her face, and you raise an eyebrow questioningly.
"I love farting, despite it being embarrassing in public," she quickly adds in.
"Say, how about we hang out some time, Miss..." You ask, realizing you haven't gotten her name.
"Stacy, and I would love to," the skunkess answers and you both exchange numbers.
Happy that you got a cutie's number, you take a couple of steps home before she calls out to you.
"Wait! Can I stay with you for a while?" She asks, her face frantic as she holds her phone up and a video of a burning building is displayed.
It's been a week after Stacy's place has burned down and she lost everything there, but it didn't take long before you two became girlfriend/boyfriend. Waking up, you see two big, black, furry cheeks with a white stripe narrowing down to an anus in front of you and you brace for impact. The butthole opens up to release an incredibly powerful fart, filling your lungs with dairy based gas.
"Morning, sleepyhead~! Enjoyed my gift?" Stacy asked, jumping off the bed and pulling up some panties that will turn into a thong later, her ass jiggling like mad.
"Morning sexy," you reply, admiring the view as you try to take in as much oxygen as possible.
"Breakfast is on the table," Stacy said, adjusting her yellow shirt before she leaves the room and you start your morning ritual, though it was delayed because of Stacy bombing the bathroom heavily.
Heading to the kitchen, you see Stacy playing some video games on her knees as she drop some room rumblers, her butt and thighs completely covering everything below the knees. A knock on the door takes your eyes off her and you go to it, opening it up for her...
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