My Neighbor is a SkunkGirl (Grossdom Microfiction) (Patreon)

I remember the day she moved in next door. I thought she was some mad experiment gone rogue – a girl, early twenties, with the DNA of a skunk… and the smell too. Aside from the big, bushy, black-and-white tail, and a pair of matching ears jutting from her head, she seemed an ordinary girl. She was wearing an oversized hoodie, presumably shorts underneath, and a pair of white volleys. 

I was just a regular, single guy, and I thought she was cute, despite her anomalous features, but once I caught a straight whiff of her in the hallway, even I – a desperate, horny twenty-two-year-old male – knew to stay clear. 

Several weeks passed, and her aroma, to be polite, started to seep through the shared wall of our apartment. Her bedroom was adjacent to mine, and sadly for my nose, the walls were paper thin. I heard every retching emission, and every lonely cry. She often wept about having no friends, and each time I heard, I felt more and more obliged to put aside my distaste for her perfume, and introduce myself properly. 

Flash forward two more weeks, I put a literal peg on my nose, baked some brownies, and readied myself to knock on her door. The fresh white paint had visibly peeled, probably from the rank miasma that had already permeated through my airways. 

“Who is it?!” I heard her call out with a soft, shy voice. 

“Uh, it’s Aki Daisuke, from next door. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself, sorry it took so long!” 

The door swung open and a gust of hot, stale air hit me like the back draft of a jet engine. I could practically see the cloud of green gas that filled her small apartment. The plug wasn’t nearly enough. 

“I am Sai Onika…” She peered out from behind the half-open door. “W-what’s with the peg?” 

I quickly swiped it away, and opened myself up to a smell so intensely foul that I almost passed out. “Oh, nothing, s-sorry, it’s just–”

“It was because of my… smell… wasn’t it?”

My jaw tensed. Poor girl. “It– it was, but I wasn’t thinking. It was very rude of me, and a terrible first impression.” I tried to pretend my eyes weren’t watering.

She smiled softly, and emerged in full, big black bushy tail and all. Her fingers were trembling. A short, sharp brassy noise sounded, and the suffocating, miasmatic stink renewed in my nose. 

“Sorry! I get a little… gassy… when I’m nervous.” 

“It’s no problem,” I lied as my lungs screamed for mercy. 

“You made brownies! I love brownies… nobody has ever… do… do you wanna come in?”

“It’s my dad’s old recipe.” I handed her the plate. I watched as the heat of her stink melted the chocolate chips faster than my oven did. 

She ushered me inside, and closed the door behind me – sealing me in. None of the windows were open, the couch was stained with the very distinct shape of a sweaty, stinky ass. The place was a mess. Not only was she part skunk, she was part slob. 

“Oh god, it stinks!” I winced as a fresh waft of not only gas, but filth, hit me square in the senses. “Can’t we open a window in here?”

“Sorry, Aki-san, all of my windows have fused shut from the smell…” 

“It’s awful – l-let me out.”

“Oh! I promise you’ll get used to it!” she giggled, pressing her oversized hoodie sleeve to her lips, “Maybe even, you’ll learn to love it!” 

“It– it’s too much! I’m– I’m sorry. I’m ch–choking!” I wheezed as weeks worth of unwash and relentless gas began to suffocate me. 

I clambered to the door, barely able to stay on my feet. Weakly, I grabbed at the handle, but it was locked. I fell to the floor, my nose and lungs filled with the inescapable stench of skunk girl fart. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was her standing over me.

“We’re gonna be best friends,” she giggled, “just wait and see!” 

***

I woke slowly. Still, the unholy reek of sulfur and methane surrounded me. I tried to block my nose, but I couldn’t. I quickly realized my predicament. I was tied to the gross skunk girl’s bed, but the worst part was what was on my face. 

Black, leathery, all encompassing, with a long hose – a gas mask.

“You’re awake!” she said with a mouthful of my homemade brownie. “G-good! I can’t wait to be friends… I’ve never had a friend before.”

I tried to speak, but all that came out was muffled whimpers, smothered by the mask. 

“I just have to get you used to my smell!” she chirped, stepping up onto the bed. “And well, I could stop there, but then what if you left me? I’d have no friends again!”

Again, I screamed for mercy. Nothing came.

“So I think I’m going to have to make you love my scent. If I give you nothing else to breath, I’m sure you’ll crave it like you crave oxygen!” She bent down and picked up my breathing pipe.

I screamed and shook my head frantically as she pulled down her shorts, and nestled the end beneath her tail, and flush against her asshole. The smell hit like a cannonball.

“This may take a few days!” she grunted, as the tube echoed loudly with a thunderous fart.