Amazing Skunkboy! Ch. 2-Trouble at School

Story by Simo the Skunk on SoFurry

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Skunkboy and his friend Brad face trouble at school, as Alex gets a chance to try out his new powers, with unexpected results...this chapter will lead into the more yiffy Ch. 3. But I had to post this, 'cause I wanna keep the story going on a regular basis :)


Amazing Skunkboy! Trouble at School: Ch. 2

A few things crossed his mind as he got dressed. What happened to his clothes when he changed? He'd had pajamas on when he made his sudden transformation. They disappeared, then reappeared. What was he going to do with the magic coin without any pockets or a place to put it? All he could think of was to hide it in places he could be sure to get back to. That, and he still carried a good deal of the musky odor of skunks. Not that it bothered him, but at school and on the bus, this could be a problem. Alex doused his socks and undies with baby powder then went to the bathroom, and splashed on some of his uncle's Old Spice, wrinkling his nose at the scent, and finished dressing.

The sky had cleared. A crisp breeze dispelled the dampness of the previous day. His thoughts wandered. What would his friend Brad think if he knew? He felt like he needed to confide in at least one person, but then, as in all the comic books in history, his mind mulled over the benefits of a secret identity. Maybe if he was part of a team it might work better, he pondered, but the sudden arrival of the bus cut his thoughts short. The door jerked open, and he peered down the aisle, quickly taking a seat next to his friend, Brad. Phew. Lucky he was there, because every one of those green vinyl seats was packed. It didn't take long for things to start. Even Brad noticed.

"Geez, Alex...what happened? I mean, I can guess, but damn. Good thing these things don't bother me that much, but...", and Brad was cut off by Ryan Wright, who was dressed in pale blue khakkis, a yellow Oxford shirt, deck shoes, and smelled like a bottle of Polo. What a pansy-ass, snot nosed brat, Alex thought to himself. Ryan's father owned the local paper mill, and he was easily the richest kid in town.

"Well, so skunkboy even smells like one today! You know, they should really think about putting you in special ed, where you might fit in better. I mean at this rate, you'll have to be wearing diapers and needing a pacifier, rather than going to college."

Alex glared at him. "Fuck you, you little stuck up snob! If you don't like the smell, why don't you run to daddy and have him put your precious ass in a private school!"

Ryan gave him a glare and retreated. "Listen. Nobody talks to me like that. You'll regret this, I promise.", and he returned to his seat. No doubt he was going to tell his football playing friend, Tommy Thompson. Well, let him, because this time, things would be different. Alex had never had this sort of courage before. He trembled slightly.

"I'll explain more later", Alex whispered to Brad, who simply nodded. He'd become his closest friend. They shared no classes together, and had met on the bus. But after school, they'd often hang out, as oddly mismatched as they might have seemed. Brad had carroty red hair, freckles, and a bright smile, and stood a good deal taller than Alex, despite being a year younger. Unlike Alex, Brad excleed at most sports, but didn't care to be on teams: he was better at what he liked to call 'loner' sports, Skateboarding, and BMX racing, which he'd won a number of trophy's at. He was also dirt-poor, and this was one reason he was likely shunned by the kids who played team sports. Alex excelled at language and art, and generally got picked last for teams in gym. So he found in his friend an odd sort of complement, as if the two completed each other. It wasn't unusual for them to just sit without talking.

A third boy got on at the next stop, even less popular than Alex, wedging them three to a seat, but not that Alex minded: with his leg pressed tightly against Brad's, he felt a warmth spread though him, an almost electric sensation, and he often wondered if his friend could tell he was aroused. Or if he did, but just never said anything. Deep down, he wanted to ask, but that wasn't something boys did, at least, not here.

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The day passed painfully slowly, but finally lunch hour rolled around, and he could talk to his friend. They found a secluded spot in a stand of pines in back of the school, and Alex started to tell Brad what happened. They sat of the carpet of needles, Indian style, facing each other, opening their lunches. Alex didn't get very far into his story when he felt a firm arm wrapped around his neck: It hadn't taken long for Tommy Thompson to track him down, and he could also see Ryan standing in back of him, with a smirk on his face, and his arms crossed in front of him.

"And now we'll see who suddenly thinks they're so special", Ryan sneered.

"OK, cut the crap", Brad shouted. "Can't even fight your own fights, can you, Mr. Fancy-pants?", and he lunged at Ryan, planting a fist in his gut that caused him to double over, and emit a series of gasps. As Ryan collapsed writhing to the ground, the commotion made Tommy release his grip. When he did, Alex took off running, deep into the woods. He took the coin from his pocket, and rubbed it. Again, the change spread rapidly through him; he surveyed his broad fore-claws, stood upright, lifted his tail, and gave a small spray: He'd never felt such an odd sensation, and found with just the slightest effort, it traveled 10 feet. He relaxed his rear a bit and gave it a slight pulse: this time, a mist. He ran back to his friend, his thoughts racing: So, he could control not only the distance, but adjust from stream to mist, like a nozzle. In fact, he could now distinctly feel the two nozzle-like glands that protruded from his rear, as he readied to spray.

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Brad and Tommy were at a standoff; circling each other. Brad had a small cut above his eye, while Tommy's nose gushed blood. He peeked from behind a tree, and took aim, getting Tommy right in the face. He stumbled around, blinded. The strong odor of Skunk filled the air, and brought Ryan to consciousness. What happened next, Alex hadn't imagined. He saw Tommy shrink down, and grow smaller, and also, begin to change shape, until what faced them was only a small, feral skunk. It chattered and scrathed in a defensive posture, and lifted its tail to spray: but when it did, it only smelled like Axe body wash. Then the small animal disappeared. Alex was so excited, he'd crept out to watch, which is when Ryan and Brad saw him.

"What the...?" Ryan stood up, dazed, and ran back towards the school. Brad wiped his forehead, and looked around. And with this, Alex ran as fast as he could to the stump where he'd hid the coin, rubbed it, and found himself again in human form. He returned to find Brad cleaning himself off with a bottle of water from his lunch, and one of his socks. "OK, I don't blame you for running. But what happened, you're not going to believe. Or, maybe you will", Brad explained, still bewildered. They both had questions, especially Alex. Would Tom just stay that way? Or would he turn back? Why didn't he just smell like a skunk, like he'd expected? Still, it wasn't as if they could pin the blame on him, for Tommy going missing, but his disappearance would create quite an investigation...and with Ryan Wright having seen it, things could get complicated. But who would believe any of it?

Ryan and Brad walked back, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up, without saying too much. Luckily, nobody had talked, and they'd cleaned up well enough to avoid suspicion. And for all the school would know, Tommy was just cutting class.

"Um, Brad? Can I come over, after school, after your bike race?" And the read haired boy simply smiled and nodded.

(...to be continued! And I promise, there's going to be some yiffy parts coming up soon, they're very close to unfolding.)