Spotty
Just an idea I had and couldn't shake, of some kinky lewd mischief with Nall and Cookie. Overwhelmed by skunk spray, Nall can't resist his friend's good ideas of transformation and intimacy, in both mind and body. ^^ Written in July 2020.
The spotted skunk was quiet, and stealthy, and took very much care not to wake Nall the pine marten, who slept; open-mouthed, tongue out. Gently he tiptoed around the warm little nest, eyes bright with mischief, tail wiggly with anticipation. Surely at some point Cookie would be heard, or smelled, or felt, but good fortune seemed to be with him at the moment.
Carefully, the skunk turned round and backed up, tail flopped forwards so he could wiggle up close to the marten, as close as he dared to get. The scheme he'd cooked up was a bit of an experiment, and it'd be rather awkward now if Nall woke up with his snout under a skunk tail, but at this point he was committed.
Cookie relaxed, took a deep breath, and then sprayed. He hadn't for some time, so there was more than he'd expected; drops of deep, acrid liquid went over the marten's nose and gathered in his mouth. Nall was already beginning to stir, as the thick scent drove straight through whatever dreams might have been building.
Very quickly, skunk was all he could smell, and see, and think; not just on him, but in him, so strong and forward that Nall barely knew where he was. Who he was. Sleepy thoughts mixed up in his mind, drowned out by the singular idea: skunk.
"You're a skunk," whispered Cookie, as Nall's eyes half-opened.
The notion grew and grew, and with all his senses flooded it was easy to latch onto that. He was a skunk? He'd been a skunk. He could be a skunk.
Black fur trickled from Nall's muzzle and over his face, swimming back over ears and around his scruff. His big marten tail was already plumping out even further, as he became larger and stockier. Stripes of white fur ran down from his head like paint, splitting in two to trickle down the length of his tail. There wasn't much to change, and Cookie held onto the transforming critter, nibbling ears, every so often giving a verbal reminder.
"You're a skunk~"
It felt much like a dream, but Nall was often changing shape; why not be a skunk? Why not just let skunk surround him, fill him, take up every inch of his body and sneak into every aspect of his mind, until skunk was all there was? Eyes blinked as he looked at Cookie, sniffed at fur, and cuddled in tight to the other skunk. A friendly skunk, with a familiar scent.
"I'm a skunk," murmured Nall. Had he been asleep? Yesterday was feeling a bit hazy, and his nose and tongue still burned with scent. The strong response had been replaced with contentedness, and nibbled away a few of his thoughts at the same time; had he been a skunk for very long?
"Course you are. My good skunk," said Cookie, happily. "What do you remember?"
"Mmm. Uh," started Nall, the newly striped skunk rubbing either side of his head. "Not very much. Are you up to something, Cookie? I just have this feeling-"
"Well, yes, I guess so. Just you said yesterday that you might like some intimate time with a spotty, so I thought I'd see if that was so." That was a bluff, but it set the scene, and Cookie licked Nall right on the nose, tasting his own scent there. "Or I can come back later."
Nall turned thoughts over for a moment, before he whined and wriggled around, pulling Cookie's tail and tucking his nose under it, to the spotty's surprise.
"Mmf. No no, please stay. I dunno why, I just... could you spray me? I can't get you out of my head for some reason."
"Are you sure?" Cookie began, but the striped skunk had already started licking, over both his tailhole and his glands. Slivers of warmth edged into his tail and up his spine, as Nall tucked his tongue deep and did his best to lap up whatever musk and scent he could find.
"You don't seem that full," mumbled Nall, muffled by the skunk's tailfur. "Tell you what, let's get you topped up."
His paws started to press under Cookie's tail, rubbing and massaging and making mischief that set off a sharp warmth inside the spotted skunk -- who purred loudly, a little thrown off by the attitude shift; his touch of spray at the right time had done much more than he expected, and now he was being fixed up for another go.
"Y-you know what sort of things happen if you get that close to my tail," said Cookie. "You might never be the same."
"Kinda counting on it," said Nall, flustered.
The spotted skunk tail was full of magic, comfortably wrapping right around the other skunk over and over until he couldn't be seen. Nall knew where to lick, and where to aim his muzzle.
"Well, if you insist... how about a new you? I'm Cookie, so you can be Cream, I think you'll be a sweet spotted skunk girl, don't you?"
Nall might have been trying to form words, or just whining and moaning into the fluff that muffled him, but Cookie sprayed over and over; helpless to the teasing and rousing, making not just droplets but a whole mouthful of scent that the silly stripy skunk lapped up, eagerly. Half buried in his tail, full of sleepy hypnosis magic and the last suggestion Cookie had made, Nall turned into Cream; his fur becoming patchy, tail becoming larger and more frizzy at the edges. His body became female, and his mind followed suit; she was already fluid, but in changing this was just what was asked for - a sweet, spotted skunk girl.
It took a few minutes before Cookie unrolled his tail. There was no Cream to be found at first, until the skunk gave his tail a little shake and she tumbled gently out with a squeak. Compared to him, she was a little larger, about as fuzzy, with a white patch around one eye and a shy smile; certainly a step away from Nall's boisterous nature.
"Mmm. Hi Cookie," she said. "Must have dozed off. It is a very comfy tail you have."
"Ooh," he purred, stumbling over what to say. "You look... well, you look lovely, Cream."
"I do? Aw, I like to," she said. "You okay? It's like you haven't seen me for a while."
"Ahh- well, I'm being silly, you know me."
"Sure do. Didn't you say something about wanting some time with a skunk this morning?"
Now it was Cookie's turn to cuddle close and be wrapped up in scent; hers, which was quite new to him.
"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out..."
-fin