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John Steer lifted his fist, his knuckles rapping against the painted wood of the apartment door. A moment passed, and then, with a soft click the door was unlocked and opened, a smiling figure standing in the doorframe.

"Yes? How may I help you?" Came the voice of Emma Peelspaint as she offered John a warm smile, her ears twitching and tail swishing softly in the air behind her as she leans against her door.

"Ms. Peelspaint? I do believe we have some business to discuss" John replies somewhat cryptically, but Emma just shrugs and gives a subtle half-nod, stepping back to allow him entry. Instantly, a wave of sickly-sweet air washes over John, some amalgamation of scented candles and potpourri, definitely manufactured. Emma is wearing a modest, mustard-colored baby doll dress with a wide white collar and a matching pair of pumps, a pristine white headband pushed back into her lustrous brunette hair. Her tail sweeps through the air as she leads John into her apartment.

"Don't worry," John grins politely as he crosses the threshold, ducking slightly to avoid catching his antlers on the doorframe, "I didn't come empty-handed" and he presses a fresh bouquet of blood-red roses into Emma's hands, a kind of peace offering. John is dressed decidedly more formally than Emma; he wears a single-breasted 3-piece woolen navy suit, along with a pair of black shoes that have been shined to such precision as to be totally reflective. To top it off he has a smart bowler hat, custom-made to avoid irritating his antlers.

"My, it seems the rumors I've heard of you being a gentleman are true after all," Emma says as she lifts the flowers to her nose, "although I suppose gentleman might not be the most accurate term" Emma chuckles to herself and John can only play along.

"Well Ms. Peelspaint, if I've said it once I've said it a thousand times; we may be beastkin but that doesn't mean we have to be beasts"

Emma's reply is a polite chuckle as she looks for a vase, taking a moment to direct John to the couches set close to the door of the apartment. As she searches John takes his chance to look over his surroundings. He settles into a simple white two-person loveseat, which sits across from a green velvet two-seater cooper. Between each couch is a brightly varnished teak coffee table, the surface overflowing with countless burning candles, the source of the bubble of artificially-scented air that encapsulates John. A quaint, mint-colored shag rug lays under the coffee table, sitting atop the apartment's cream carpet. And a set of end tables stand at the edge of either couch, both laden with heavily-filled potpourri bowls. John smiles to himself at the sight; so Emma tries to accommodate her guests at least. The walls sport a jumble of framed posters and canvases, the paint neat and clean...for a while at least. As John's eyes trace along the wall he notices where the clean paint ends and the cracks begin. The further he looks the more John can see how whole sections of the paint have curdled and peeled off the walls, the damage starting just outside of his scented 'safe zone'. He's not surprised, just impressed; after all, this is why he's come to see Emma in the first place.

"Can I get you anything? I'm having some tea myself," Emma says as she finally spots a vase in the kitchen, "oh...bugger!" She exclaims and John turns to see the bouquet he'd handed her droop over limply, the flowers wilting under the potent stink that John is protected from. The petals themselves even wrinkle up and shrivel away, leaving the bouquet as a sorry shadow of its former self. Emma's kitchen is outside the safe zone, and the collection of wilted and ruined plants that lay atop the counters once more reminds John of her impressive ability. As Emma rejoins John, a dainty teacup in hand, the silky brush of her tail rubs against his shoulder. John feels his eyes drawn to Emma's shifting tail, the jet black of her fur broken only by the thick vertical white stripe of fur that runs the length of her tail.

"Now, what can I help you with? And please, call me Emma"

"Very well Emma, I shall cut to the chase," John says as Emma crosses her legs, sipping at her teacup, "no doubt you know of the organization I work for?"

"Ah, yes, all that 'spy' nonsense. I'm familiar with it"

"Well, it just so happens that someone of your... caliber is exceedingly rare, even when it comes to beastkin. We would very much like to work alongside someone with your...talents"

"Oh? My talents you say?" Emma grins mischievously, shifting in her seat to open her legs wide. Her brow wrinkles ever so slightly, and her body tenses. John sits confused for a moment at the cocky grin on Emma's face until-

"Good lord!" John gasps as Emma's silent stealth spray finally hits him, the smell brief but still unbearable, instantly cutting through the countless candles and potpourri that surround him. Emma chuckles to herself as she gulps down the rest of her tea.

"Oh I'm sorry John, but you were ever so earnest! I do hope you don't mind the 'preview'? After all, when we're working together you'll have to get used to my scent one way or another!"

"Oh no it's...quite.. alright," John gags weakly, his eyes watering at the pungent stink that the gorgeous woman across from him had just forced out of her body, "Wait, I'm sorry does that mean you've agreed to help me?"

"That I have," Emma grins, "just think of it, I'll get to be the first Skunkgirl spy the world has seen! And the idea of spreading my delicious spray around the globe is quite tempting too!" Emma downs the rest of her tea with a giddy swig, while John tries to make sense of how anyone, even a Skunkgirl, could enjoy the awful odors her body produces. Still, an asset like Emma will be invaluable, and John's more than a little excited to be working with her.

"Now, John dear if you'll let me pack my b-b-...my b-" Emma claps her hand to her mouth, her other hand pressing against her stomach as she stammers strangely. John leans forward with concern, but then it happens.

Emma takes her hand away, her stomach tightening as she opens her mouth wide, her tongue flat as she lets out a long, low, loud:

BUUUURRRRPP!

The burp that erupts from Emma's soft lips is almost cartoonishly exaggerated, the deep bass of it reverberating around her apartment as John stares on in surprised silence, wondering how such a dainty figure could fit such a huge burp in her body.

"Oh, excuse me!" Emma smiles as the burp finally finishes, giving a cute hiccup.

"Oh, not at all!" John replies, wrinkling his nose against the smell, "I'm just glad it came from your mouth and not...well" John points downward, below Emma's waist, his meaning clear. Emma giggles as she stands to address John, holding her hand out.

"You know Mr.Steer, I think I'm going to enjoy working with you!"

"In that case," John says as he pushes himself to his feet, shaking Emma's hand, "Here's to the beginning of a beautiful friendship!"

******

The creaking of the cramped elevator snaps Emma back to the present, pulling her out of the memory of her first meeting with John. It had been many months, and countless successful missions since the two had met, and she'd gotten more than enough opportunities to utilize her special skill. Emma's spray is particularly noxious, even for a Skunkgirl, and it gives her no end of pleasure to see how her enemies react when she lifts her tail and lets loose, not to mention the enjoyment she gets from inhaling her own putrid stink. Working with John has surpassed Emma's expectations; the two spies seem always to work in perfect harmony, totally in sync, like a well-oiled machine. They're more than just partners, they're friends, and Emma's glad to have John in her corner.

As her eyes dart around the tiny elevator Emma's met with graffiti-strewn walls, a cracked security camera, and a whole wall of elevator buttons. This is not to mention the three burly guards that tower intimidatingly over Emma, but they're fairly inconsequential as things go. Emma's more interested in the panel just below the elevator buttons. The panel stands in contrast to the rest of the elevator; sleek, pristine, and clearly a new addition. In the center of the panel is a keyhole, and set just to the right of that is a button marked 'B'. It leads to the basement of the building and is the whole reason that Emma is here in the first place. She and John had caught wind of an illegal arms dealer, known only as 'Manfreid', who operates out of an abandoned apartment building. The arms dealer uses dilapidated buildings to host elaborate 'secret parties' mixing his pleasure for drink and dance with his business of selling stolen military blueprints. Most of the authorities see Manfreid as a partyboy who skirts legality, but those with higher clearance know his true intentions.

That's why John and Emma snuck into the building, while Emma pretended to be a guest who 'accidentally' got into one of Manfreid's restricted rooms. Although, that's not the only thing she lied about.

"Where are you taking me? I already said I'm sorry!" Emma says in a staged, shaky voice.

"Don't be scared kitten," comes the booming reply of the thug on her left, "We just want to have a more...private word with you" and he reaches up to stroke her ear in a patronizing manner. If only these goons knew what Emma really was, they probably wouldn't want to be so close.

"I-If you say so" Emma sighs, adjusting the overcoat she wears that disguises her skunk tail. Skunkgirls are pretty rare, so John suggested that Emma hide her tail to give herself an edge. He was right: the guards have mistaken Emma for a Catgirl, and are cramped close against her in a tiny metal box. The whole thing makes Emma almost giddy with excitement. A shiver of adrenaline runs through Emma and she has to clench tightly, pressing her legs together as a whiff of her spray escapes in the excitement.

"Relax sweetheart," the man on her right says, a long-haired fellow with a scarred upper lip, "We won't hurt you none"

"I'll try" Emma replies, biting the inside of her cheeks to stop from giggling. The tension is just too delicious. The goon behind her is the first one to smell her earlier gas.

"Oh...bloody hell!" The large man gags, his beefy frame totally useless under Emma's gas, "Which one of you blokes farted? It smells horrible in here!"

"Don't look at me Brian," the man on Emma's left says as he chokes for clean air, "Jason's the one who had that dodgy kebab!"

"Howard, would you kindly shut up?" Jason glowers, his scarred lip pulled into a sneer as he addresses the two queasy men, "regardless of what's happened we're all adults here...and....Oh God" Jason heaves as the smell spreads to his side of the elevator, pinching his nose and waving at the air as he tries to stay in control. Emma just takes a moment to breathe in deeply, loving the thick, fierce smell of her tiny spray.

"How do I get to the basement?" Emma asks suddenly, her voice blunt and focused as her body straightens.

"You...what?" Howard huffs as he presses his hands over his nose, an impromptu cover against the pungent odor.

"It's...restricted, but that's none of your business," Brian gasps, wishing the elevator doors would open already, "we're just here to throw you out!"

"So you don't have access then?" Emma asks with a small smile.

"Not...another...word!" Jason grunts before the other men can talk, pulling his shirt over his nose as his eyes water under the acrid stench. Emma sees Howard and Brian fall quite under Jason's command. He must be the shot caller then.

"Ok, tell me this dear," Jason says menacingly as he squares up to Emma, "Why is it that this little kitty is oh so curious?"

"Kitty? Oh, you silly boys," Emma chuckles as she unbuttons her coat, dropping it to the ground with a dramatic flourish, "whoever said I was a cat?" Emma's coat falls to the ground in a neat pile, her thick, shiny skunk tail stretching out full and proud, flexing and twitching after the cramped coat. The wide heft of her soft tail presses back against Brian who stands right behind her, the full brush flush against his face and torso. Under Emma's coat is a shiny black leather catsuit, her usual spy attire, but the goons around her only notice one thing.

"Skunk!" Howard yelps in surprise, but it's too late.

"Sorry boys, but it seems I'll have to cut our little chat short!" And with that Emma plants her legs firmly on the ground half-crouches, and flexes her stomach, pushing with all her might.

With an inhuman guurrlgle she feels the pent-up gas swirling about inside her. Then, with a little grin and one last push, the release comes.

Ffssshhht!!

The sound of Emma's release floods the elevator almost as quickly as the potent, thick clouds of dark green gas that blast out of Emma's butt. Screams of fear and disgust echo about the cramped space as the group of goons gag and groan at the gross gas. Brian has it the worst; standing right behind Emma the blast wrapped around him in an instant, forcing its way up his nostrils with abandon, the terrible stink making his eyes roll back in his head as he slumps to the ground in a dead faint. Howard clutches at his throat as he suffocates on the smell, his face red and eyes running as hacks and coughs, his tongue stinging with the taste of Emma's gas.

As for Jason, although he has pressed a shirt against his nose it does little to combat the corrosive odor, his eyes wild as he bangs at the elevator door, turning to survival mode. Emma just takes in the carnage with a blissful smile, drawing in long and deep breaths, pulling her own stench deep into her lungs and nostrils and savoring the sick smell. The elevator is thick with a fog of green gas, the heavy clouds making it hard to see clearly. Another loud thump reveals that Howard's fallen under the power of Emma's spray, while the frantic shape of Jason scrambles at the elevator buttons.

The elevator's doors slide open all of a sudden, and in a wave of weak wheezes and rancid green gas Jason comes tumbling out; he'd hit the emergency stop, but not before taking in several lungfuls of Emma's spray. He flops to the ground like a fish cast from the water, his legs weak and body going limp under the strength of the Skunkgirl's scent. Jason is barely able to claw forward a few inches, never leaving the stink cloud before he too passes out. Emma prods Jason's limp form with the toe of her boot. Well, at least she's got a suspect to interrogate.

*********

Jason wakes with a start, a cry of surprise sounding as he snaps back to consciousness. The last thing he remembers is crawling away...from something awful.... With a groan he tries to stand, a metallic clink catching his attention.

"What the?" Jason grumbles, finding a set of handcuffs that have fixed his wrists to the metal arms of the chair he's sitting on. He swivels his head to try and take in his surroundings. All he can see is a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling and in the shadows random containers, brooms, a mop, and a bucket. So he's in the storage closet. But what's going on?....

"Ah, welcome back to the land of the living," a smooth voice interrupts Jason's train of thought, and the thug looks up to find a suave gentleman in a neatly-kept suit, the antlers on his head telling of his status as a beastkin, "I was hoping you'd like to have a little chat with us"

"You mean interrogation? I ain't got nothing to say to...wait, who's 'us'?"

"He means me of course!" On hearing the voice Jason's face drops as he goes rigid with fear, his expression pale. Emma just smiles warmly as she saunters forward.

"Y-You!" Jason gulps, suddenly remembering the horror he suffered in the elevator thanks to the Skunkgirl that stands before him.

"Aww, you remember me? That's so sweet!" Emma chuckles as she steps into the cone of light, her tight leather suit shining and her thick skunk tail playfully swimming through the air.

"Stay the hell away from me you bloody...creature!" Jason spits, the memory of Emma's gas making his heart thump.

"Creature?" Emma gasps mockingly, pressing a hand to her heart, "Oh you do wound me! And here I was hoping we could have a nice...comfortable.... little chat" in the break between words Emma edges ever closer to Jason, making sure to sway her tail left and right in wide arcs, loving how Jason's fear-filled eyes are lasered in on her skunk tail.

"S-S-Stay back!" Jason cries out, more of a plea than a command, his forehead beading with sweat.

"Oh you're so mean," Emma giggles playfully, "Jason was it? All we want is access to the basement and then we'll be on our way"

"I don't care, you won't get it from me!" The thug recoils even further as Emma inches that bit closer. She stops just short of Jason, and pouts with a mock-defeated expression;

"Oh, is that so? Well, that's too- Oh! Bugger, I've dropped my earring!" Emma presses her fingers to her chin, her lips posed in an 'O' of surprise. Jason takes a moment to catch on.

"But you weren't wearing any-" The color drains from Jason's face as Emma begins to 'search for her earring'.

The Skunkgirl turns and bends over, so close to Jason that her butt is mere inches from his face, the shiny leather so tight against her skin that it's a poor barrier against a potential spray attack.

"Wuh-wait!" Jason gasps, Emma's butt so close that he can see his own terrified reflection in the shiny leather, "you don't have to do this!"

"Do please refrain from useless chatter," John breaks in as Jason's eyes stay locked on Emma's waggling ass, "if my partner gets distracted she might just lose her focus and, well, I'm sure you catch my drift" John has to hide his smile as he watches a man that's easily twice the size of Emma turn into an absolute coward at the sight of her behind.

"On the other hand," Emma replies as she drapes her bushy tail over Jason's shoulders, flexing and gripping his neck and torso with the white-striped brush of her tail, "if you were to offer some useful information...well perhaps I could forget alll about that silly little 'earring'" and she takes extra care to tickle under Jason's nose with the tip of her tail as she finishes her sentence.

"Nn-NO! No, you can't do this to me!" Jason barks suddenly, finding a spark of courage as he clamps his eyes shut.

"Oh heavens!" Emma squeaks as she jumps up straight, but she's far from defeated.

"This has suddenly become such a stressful atmosphere," Emma continues as she edges back over to Jason, "and stress...oh it's just murder on my stomach!" And as she says this Emma presses her tight belly against Jason's ear, holding it close so he can hear;

Gurrrggglllle

"Oh God, what is that?" Jason gasps as he hears the loud, churning groans of the Skunkgirl's stomach, the sound of building pressure striking fresh fear into his heart.

"It sounds like lunch," John chuckles as Emma massages her loudly-gurgling belly against the terrified thug's ear, "and she had quite a big one too, she's probably full to bursting...honestly I'm surprised she's held on this long!"

"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to keep this pent-up gas back any longer! After all, Jason here is being soo uncooperative!"

Guuuuurrrgggle

Emma's stomach cries out as if on cue, the sound drilling into Jason's brain.

"O-Ok look!" Jason shouts, finally folding under the threat of Emma's gas, "The blueprints are stored in the basement, I have a key in my pocket that'll work in the elevator...now can you please get her away from me!?"

"There now sweetie, was that so hard?" Emma smiles brightly, taking Jason's key and passing it to John, who slips out of the room without a word.

"Sure, whatever...you'll let me go now, right?"

"Oh you silly boy," Emma says in an almost pitying tone, "you know I can't do that, what if you warn your friends?"

"But you already took my radio!"

"And? They could still hear your cries for help. And, to be honest," Emma leans forward to smile devilishly at Jason, "I really want to do this!"

Without another word, and ignoring all of Jason's protests, Emma turns her back on the thug once more, her butt nearly touching his face as she flexes and tenses, her tail standing upright. There's one last exaggerated rumble from her belly and then it happens.

Fsssth!

A hot cloud of thick green gas bursts out of Emma's ass all at once, the eruption coming out in a forceful spray that engulfs Jason's skull in an instant. With her butt so close to his face Jason can feel her rancid stink force its way up his nostrils and down his throat, coating the inside of his lungs in a flash. Jason can't even talk, the spray Emma is forcing down his throat cuts off air as he has no choice but to inhale the potent green clouds of Skunkgirl stink. The entirety of the supply closet gets easily filled with the hissing jets of awful green gas that flow from Emma's perky posterior like a wild jetstream. Jason's long hair is thrown back in the wicked wind, his eyes rolling in his head as he succumbs to the stink and falls into unconsciousness. Emma squeezes out a few more sprays even after Jason is out; these ones are just for her, and the beautiful Skunkgirl takes a moment to savor her scent before rejoining her partner in the hall.

John holds a cloth to his nose, watching the thick clouds of gas seep under the supply closet door as Emma practically skips over to him.

"So, I'm guessing you got what we needed?"

"But of course," Emma replies, dangling the elevator key out before her, "let's get to the bottom of this!"

As the elevator finally reaches the basement level with an oddly-cheerful chime, Emma is still in high spirits. The mission so far has been a resounding success, and thanks to her and John's efforts, the world is so close to becoming that much safer. John retrieves the key from the elevator and takes a quick sweep of their surroundings. He and Emma are alone in the basement. This is the very heart of Manfreid's operation, and someone as cocky and arrogant as Manfreid assumes that the only people getting access to this room will be the people he allows to enter. He assumed wrong. The basement itself is all but bare, only a sturdy oak table, a set of glassware, and a decanter of the finest scotch seem out of place. That and the mounds of paper, countless blueprints for countless weapons that will cause untold harm if released into the black market. Again, Manfreid's cockiness sabotages him. He hasn't bothered to hide a single scrap of evidence, and in seconds, John has opened his briefcase with a soft click, retrieving his camera. He takes enough pictures to earn Manfreid life in prison three times over. John turns towards Emma, but just as he's about to utter the words 'Mission accomplished' the radio he confiscated from Jason crackles to life.

"Team 1, Team 1, escort all guests from the premises," the unfamiliar voice says in a hushed, frantic tone, "Teams 2 through 5 converge in the basement and retrieve sensitive files" as the sounds of the other teams sounding off come through John looks at the radio with a quizzical expression. After a moment he turns to Emma.

"You need to clear the building," he says evenly, "we need the cover to escape and to destroy these blueprints, it's the only way."

"But John, after what I've done upstairs...even if I was full I couldn't..."

"Emma please," John cuts in, "if there's anyone who can do this, it's you. I've got your back"

"It's not my back I need help with," Emma replies as John retrieves the gas mask from his briefcase, slipping it on with practiced ease, "I can feel everything swirling around in my stomach but I need a little...encouragement"

A few minutes later Emma is standing at the desk, hunched over with her palms pressed against the wood. Her legs spread as wide as they'll go, her back is arched and her buttocks is pointed out into the open air. As she strains and clenches, groaning as she builds up pressure inside herself, John stands at her side. His hands are spread wide, gripping onto his partner's belly as he squeezes and massages her stomach, kneading the soft flesh to swirl up and produce the gas inside

"Y-Yes, just like that John," Emma says through gritted teeth as she feels her insides tense and quiver, her stomach churning with gas.

Grruruuuurrgggllllle

Emma's stomach cries as its contents are swished and squished around under the power of John's expert belly massage, the tension rising higher than anything she's experienced before.

"Oh.... God..." Emma gasps as she doubles over, clenching tightly as she has to keep the gas from escaping early.

"Are you alright?" John asks as he drops to a knee, his eyes scanning Emma's sweat-slick face.

"It's...nothing," Emma responds "I need-"

Grrrrrrrggllle..... Gurrrggglllle

The noise of her swirling belly easily dwarfs her voice. That time, something almost slipped out.

"Get under me," Emma gasps at John, leaning close to the ground, her butt barely above the floor. Without question, John does what he's told. He trusts his partner and so he slides onto his back, slipping between Emma's legs.

Now John has access to the lower half of Emma's stomach, his hands pressing and squeezing her gas-packed belly as Emma alternates between rocking her hips and crouching so deep her butt almost connects with John. The sight of a tensed and shaking Skunkgirl butt coming so close to someone's face would be enough to send anyone else running. But John's not afraid of Emma accidentally letting any gas slip. He knows Emma has his back and vice versa. Suddenly all of Emma goes completely rigid, standing upright as her hands clap onto her buttcheeks, squeezing her ass closed.

"John....I think it's time" Emma says heavily, and her partner pulls himself up to his feet immediately. Placing a hand on Emma's shoulder John gives her a reassuring nod. It's all the Skunkgirl needs.

Emma grips her buttcheeks and with a groan of relief, she spreads her legs wide, leaning forward to push her ass out, using her hands to spread her asscheeks as she can finally let the internal tension free.

Brrraakoooom!

John is thrown back as the pent-up tension literally explodes out of Emma's butt, the gas escaping with the sound of a deafening explosion, the force of her wind smacking John against the wall as the whole basement is filled in seconds. John tries to walk forward but the force of Emma's rancid gas is like trying to walk against a hurricane. His suit and clothes whip about wildly as pulse after pulse of potent green gas is pushed out of Emma's twitching behind, her whole body shaking with each vast eruption. Emma lays forward on the table, moaning to herself as her butt lifts and her tail quivers with her seemingly endless gasflow. John has never seen Emma's ass produce so much potent stink at one time, the thick clouds that explode from between her cheeks sound like an unending thunderstorm, the insane power of her built-up gas is just that strong. John watches the stacks of blueprints left out by Manfreid start to curl up and crumble, the ink and paper have no chance against Emma's thunderous and acrid spray.

Krrrroooomm!

Emma's ass is louder than a volcanic eruption, and John is glad of his gas mask as he watches the blueprints crumble to dirty yellowed crumbs of their former selves. John's even more glad of his gas mask when he hears the sound of the Manfreid's security teams come over the confiscated radio.

"Team 1....there's some kind of green gas....oh God!" The sickened wheezing and coughing is followed by the loud thumps of men fainting from Emma's spray, and it's not just the men who were headed to the basement.

"Top floor...I'm on the top floor! How...is it....here?" Manfreid's voice calls out on the radio, each word thick with disgust and desperate coughing as he too inhales Emma's built-up spray.

Fssssshhhhttt

Emma's tail drops as she leans heavily on the table, her body shaking as she takes deep breaths.

"Emma, are you ok?" John asks, his voice muffled by his gas mask.

"John...oh John," Emma replies as she grips his arm, "that was AMAZING!" Her eyes light up as she lets her own stink soak into her clothes and body, "We should have done that ages ago!"

"Well, it certainly was effective," John smiles, glad that his partner is not only ok, but apparently having the time of her life, "let's call in HQ to pick up Manfreid...although, they may need to send a hazmat team in"

Emma chuckles as she loops her arm around John's, leaning against him blissfully as the two head for the exit, Emma taking every second to inhale the fetid stench of her own Skunkgirl gas.