You shut your mouth and refuse to drink the glowing green fluid within that vial. You've already smelled all of his stinks, surely there's now way that can be worse than whatever that vial will do.
"That's a shame. I guess you want to find out how long you'll last against my aromas~"
"W-wait! There has to be another-"
Once again, Calder shuts you up by slamming his putrid backside on your lap. The skunk rouge then looks back at you with a mischievous grin and a glint in his eyes.
"Since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you a little sample of each stink. Then you can choose which one I'll use to finish you off~"
Before you can retort or beg for mercy, you hear a low pitched brassy rumbling and feel a warm waft against your crotch. Bright yellow fumes rise from beneath his rump, eventually filling the air around you. The smell of his flatulence causes your eyes to jerk copious tears, and your throat to seize up before you go into a gagging fit. Despite that, it's not as debilitating as the blast from earlier.
"A neat feature once you reach my level is that you can control how potent your stink is."
Calder then lifts his ass up and aims his bare fuming tush at your face. You then get a front row view to his noxious stink glands poking out and dousing your face with an insanely garlicky fluid. Your eyes, throat, and nose burn intensely. Your vision is now a blur too. The smell itself makes you wish you didn't have a nose right now.
"And last but not least~"
Calder then wraps his greasy tail around your head. He gives it a firm squeeze, letting his tail musk seep into you. The smell makes you uncontrollably twitch and squirm. Just like his spray, it's a completely different hell on your nose. Although it was for a mere moment, it felt as if you were smothered by a filthy pillow that had been soaked in farts and spray. You gasp for air when Calder releases you
"So, which one do you want me to murder you with~? Remember hon, I'm not holding back after you pick~"
It's a hard choice since all of them are horrendous in their own way. You can't begin to fathom what they'll smell like when Calder actually tries. But you end up choosing...
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