This choice: Try to get a little revenge now that she's gone • Go Back...Chapter #4Cruel, petty, gassy skunk. Poor, tortured vixen by: Alice   Liz took a moment to collect herself, looking around the room, taking another whiff of the rancid air slowly clearing itself of her fetid gas. She knew now that her idea of a first impression was a little bit... Impolite and to the average fur a little bit disgusting, that Morgan had full rights in being disgusted, that Morgan had the right to be pissed off, that this was a dick move on her own part. But what she came to the conclusion of was that the vixen might have completely overreacted to the situation, was a little more brutal and unforgiving than the foul act really warranted, that she forgot the strongly scented reason one doesn't piss off or scare a skunk!
"Fuck her, I was being playful, I really couldn't have held that in if I wanted! I'll give her something to complain about!" Liz said to the empty room psyching herself up for her next few actions, potentially crossing a line. From that little moment of stress and humiliation her stomach was all fired up once again, groaning and giving off little bubbling noises if once listened closely and carefully enough, new cramps growing as more gas built than she started off with. Liz knew this one was going to be bad, these ones, were going to be bad; horrible! Devastating! Only enhanced by the moistness collecting in her jeans, those few drops of sweat one gets in the worst places in the moments when ones face turns red, the making of a truly cruel blast.
Liz made her way over her own bed and over to Morgan's, clutching her lower abdomen, giving off a groan while she crawled up to the head of the bed. Turning around anyone looking on could guess what was about to happen, though what one might not have expected was the fact the skunk took it to a whole new level, jeans and even her undergarments being pulled down to the midway point on her thighs, thick and deadly skunk cheeks pressing bare against the pillow.
Liz's tongue lolled out. She didn't even need to push, she didn't grunt or groan, she didn't give off any sign that she let one rip except a sick and moist bubbling muffled only from the pillow. A wet burst of air that went on for several seconds, six to be exact before she even put on any effort, taking a sharp breath and tensing up her abdomen, forcing everything out. At that point it continued on, the skunkette rubbing her rear up and down along the pillow, smearing the scent and that light coating of sweat all around the vixen's pillow, pushing out that monstrosity.
"Yeah, I hope you can fucking stand rooming with me!" She shouted as her first, the FIRST, fart went on. Ten seconds, twelve, fifteen before even dying down. The skunk was panting, probably enjoying this much more than she really should have, finishing off the blast of air with a little squeak. Taking the pillow between her thighs she squeezed it, compressing the pillow before she gave off a grunt and let out her second monstrosity, simultaneously loosening her grip on the pillow so it would draw her gas into its fibers. Was it a little cruel, yes, very much. But in the skunk's eyes this was a very fitting punishment for the vixen's offence, and that's all that mattered, especially since this went on until Liz felt as if every ounce of gas was gone for now and even she felt uncomfortable putting her face anywhere near that pillow.
Later on after having finished ruining her roommate and nemesis' pillow she was laying in her own bed, letting out a quick trumpet of air every now and again with a flick of her tail, keeping the pressure down while masking the pillow and plainly making the room less bearable for Morgan. That was until she return with a shy and flustered look on her face, somewhere between ready to kill the skunk and cry in her embrace.
"Listen... I might have been quick to yell but that... That was gross as hell. You really shouldn't do that, especially to new people, especially to me...!" Despite the appearance, Morgan is....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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