Scynt, a very, very girly, effeminate femboy skunk loves using flowery perfumes to smell nice and pretty. Upon meeting Riesling, he notices his rather “natural” aroma and decides to convince him to smell more appealing, like himself. Meeting Riesling in his room, he pulls out a bottle of perfume, offering it to the other skunk and telling him to put some on so he will smell… more pleasant. Riesling, being a hippy and therefore not overly keen on the use of such things, nor the non Earth-friendly ways they are normally manufactured decides Scynt is the one who needs a new perfume.
Pulling the back of his pants down to expose his butt he rips off a thick hearty blast of his rank musk all over Scynt, still in the process of holding out the bottle in one outstretched paw, the other palm-out in front of him trying in vain to stop some of the musk as it hits him in the chest and face and outfit, eliciting a look of shock and disgust combined on the skunk’s face, as the musky stink wafts up from the newly perfumed skunk.
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