The Skunk's Chasm
When the Anthros Came to Town
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
redhurricane
As you plummet you look below and then let out a gasp. "Oh heck no!" you yell. You are heading towards the worst place to be on a titanic skunkette. You try to grab onto her tail for another option but you can't get a grip and you fall in between the skunk giantess's moon sized butt cheeks. You fall deeper and slide down her soft panties, bright blue with rose patterns on them. You then continue to tumble right as you're wedged into the skunkette's behind. You try to get out, but you're trapped. This was a total clusterstorm. You tried to visit a neighbor you didn't know well and try to make a friend but now you're trapped in her behind. If she finds you in there, Paris will no doubt be furious seeing as she apparently doesn't like Coalton Shores yet.
To make matters much worse, a raccoon anthro man walks down the street and sees Paris bend over as she's unlocking her front door. He smiles and then whistles, catching Paris's attention as her eyes pop out of her head. "Bonjour Mademoiselle Paris!" he yells. "You can call me Monte Carlo, because I'm feeling lucky. My bet's on the black and white in your tail." Paris gives an irritated look and lets out an annoyed grunt. You gasp. Paris was being harassed by that passerby on her own property. You heard skunk anthro girls spray whenever they get ticked off and with you in her crack, you're in the direct line of fire. That toxic spray could make you really sick with you much smaller than the 10,000 mile high skunkette. You pray she doesn't spray at that lovestruck idiot perv.
To make matters much worse, a raccoon anthro man walks down the street and sees Paris bend over as she's unlocking her front door. He smiles and then whistles, catching Paris's attention as her eyes pop out of her head. "Bonjour Mademoiselle Paris!" he yells. "You can call me Monte Carlo, because I'm feeling lucky. My bet's on the black and white in your tail." Paris gives an irritated look and lets out an annoyed grunt. You gasp. Paris was being harassed by that passerby on her own property. You heard skunk anthro girls spray whenever they get ticked off and with you in her crack, you're in the direct line of fire. That toxic spray could make you really sick with you much smaller than the 10,000 mile high skunkette. You pray she doesn't spray at that lovestruck idiot perv.
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