Penelope darted down the alleyway, creating distance between herself and her pursuer while scanning for a source of water. She happened to notice a puddle in the concrete that had filled with rainwater, so she diverted course to run in its direction. She scooped the water up with her paw and frantically scrubbed at the white stripe on her back, attempting to wash the paint out of her fur. Even after repeating the process several times she had hardly made a difference; it would take hours to get back to normal this way. She continued to try regardless, but after a short time a faint skunky odor crept into her nostrils and she curled her nose at it. She looked over her shoulder to see Pepe Le Pew hopping toward her from behind, an irreverent and smug look on his face.

	“Come back, ma cherie! I only wish to share my love with another skunk!” He called out cheerfully, his voice echoing throughout the alleyway. Penelope panicked, aborting her attempt to wash the false stripe off so she could run in the opposite direction. She held a paw over her snout to try and block out the unpleasant smell, scrambling over herself in desperation to escape it. She watched her pursuer from over her shoulder, making sure he wasn’t going to catch up to her as she rushed off.

	As she turned her attention away from what was in front of her, however, Penelope tripped over a loose brick, sending her flying to the ground with a thump. She landed on the hard ground, leaving her disoriented and confused. She saw stars for several seconds, then shook her head and scrambled to stand up. It was too late, however; before she could get to her feet the skunk caught her, grabbing the feline by her collar and lifting her up like a mother cat would do to its kitten.

	“Bonjour, my beautiful skunkess.” Pepe said with a playful inflection. Penelope kicked and squirmed, trying to wiggle her way out of the skunk’s grasp while she held her breath. As he wrestled with her to maintain his grip, he noticed that part of her stripe had been smudged.

	"You are not a skunk after all, madam? Not to worry, we can still have some stinky fun." Pepe said. He had already gone this far, he thought, so there’s no point in stopping now.

	Penelope bucked wildly in Pepe's grasp, then finally managed to slip away. She bolted off, but before she could run more than a few inches Pepe changed his grip and took hold of her by her ankle. He gave a chuckle, then pulled her in the opposite direction, dragging her down the alleyway by her leg. The cat tried to grab a hold of anything, scrabbling at the stone ground and leaving a parallel pair of scratch marks behind. Despite her best efforts, Penelope only managed to slow her abductor down as he took her through the winding passages of Paris’s back streets. Eventually she lost track of what direction they had gone, and she had no idea where they were.

	They neared the back door of an apartment building and Pepe stopped in front of it, signaling the end of their journey. As he opened the door and stepped inside, Penelope latched onto the door frame, trying to stop him from taking her in any further. Her efforts stopped him in his tracks and he turned to look at her, clicking his tongue.

	"This is my palace of pleasure, madam! There is no need to fear." He said. He smiled while taking hold of both of her ankles, leaning back to use all his weight in pulling her. She held on as tightly as she could, but eventually her sweaty hands began to slip, and she lost her grip on the frame. Pepe pulled her further into the building and the door swung shut behind them, blocking out the last bit of natural light that she could see.

	Pepe dragged Penelope down the empty hallway, taking her to an apartment that he had prepared in advance for occasions such as this. She clawed at the floor as he did so, shredding the carpet as she failed to stop him. When they got inside the room Pepe promptly shut the door behind them and locked it. He tucked the key away, then released Penelope, allowing her to frantically pull on the doorknob in futility.

        The room was mostly empty, save for a comfy looking bed that stood against one of the walls. While Penelope was fiddling with the locked door, Pepe walked to the bed and knelt down, then reached a hand beneath it. He rummaged through the pile of toys he had left behind and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, which he owned an abundance of. He strolled back over to Penelope and slapped one of the cuffs around her wrist, locking it shut. She gasped in surprise, turning to look at him and then down at her cuffed arm. She abandoned her attempts to open the door and set on freeing her wrist instead, which she was unable to do.

	Pepe dragged her over to the bed by the handcuffs, then locked the other cuff around one of the four bed posts. He smirked as he released her and she flailed around, unable to move very far with her wrist tethered to the wooden pole. While she tried to get her hand out of the tightly-locked cuff, Pepe grabbed three more pairs from his stash, then began attaching them to her ankles and her other wrist. He had to wrestle with her to get her into place, but eventually managed to hook all four handcuffs to the bedposts. She was helpless when he was finished, lying face-up and spread eagle on the bed.

        Penelope pulled on her restraints with all her strength, but the muscles in her limbs were no match for steel handcuffs nor the solid wood bed posts they were attached to. She panicked, realizing she had no chance of escape.

	Pepe climbed up onto the bed with Penelope, a grin on his face. He sat next to her, swishing his luxuriously soft tail beneath her chin to allow its natural skunky odor to flow into her nose. She recoiled as she smelled it directly from its source, grossed out yet unable to use her hands or arms to protect her sense of smell.

	“Take a deep breath, ma cherie. Does the pungent smell of this skunk burn your nose?” Pepe asked. Penelope whimpered, her cheeks turning a light shade of green as she took in a lungful of his tail-musk against her will.

	The skunk coiled his tail around Penelope’s head, wrapping it up and cutting her off from air and light. She squirmed and let out muffled cries for help as she was smothered in his striped tail, the stench soaking into her nose and causing a spicy burning sensation. While he was choking her with his tail, Pepe shifted a hand to his crotch, taking his growing erection up into his hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Clearly, he was getting off on the torture.

	After keeping her head trapped within his tail fluff for a while, he mercifully unwrapped it, allowing his tail to settle back into its natural resting position. Penelope gasped for air as it was removed from her face, disregarding the faint but still unpleasant skunk stink that remained in the air as she panted laboriously.

	Pepe hummed to himself while idly inspecting his fingernails, allowing his victim to regain her breath for a few moments before starting again. When she stopped panting and returned to a normal breathing pattern he smirked, then stood up on the bed and planted his feet on either side of her body. He plopped down on her chest butt-first, eliciting a soft grunt as he knocked the wind out of her lungs. She was met face-to-face with his black-furred ass, forced to look at the plump mounds of skunk fat that were parked just a few inches from the tip of her snout. She wiggled her nose as the aura of musk that emanated from his ass crack found its way into her nostrils, and her stomach sank in fear.

	“Are you prepared for a stink that could only come from a skunk’s butt, my love? I will warn you, the first one may knock you unconscious; most noses are not strong enough to handle it.” Pepe explained, a smile on his face. Penelope grew more and more panicked as he warned her, filled with the terror that comes with being caught, let alone trapped, behind a skunk’s butt. In other words, she felt like she was looking down the barrel of a loaded gun. Pepe leaned forward, aiming his ass directly at her face. She stared at it like a deer in the headlights, pulling at her handcuffs in futility.

	Pepe’s gut rumbled, then he let out a raunchy fart, producing a wet trumpeting noise that dragged on for ten or fifteen seconds. A copious amount of fart gas bellowed out from between his vibrating cheeks, blasting the feline in the face with an intense stench that was similar to rotten eggs. She coughed hard and squeezed her eyes shut as her nose was invaded by the visible green fog, and she was forced to inhale its putrid essence.

	“Aaah… sweet relief.” Pepe said to himself, sighing. His rod bobbed and twitched with arousal as he heard the cat choking on his fart, and he turned to look back at her with a smug look on his face. “I was telling the truth, no?”

	Penelope turned her face away from Pepe’s ass, hacking and coughing as her eyes watered up. Pepe simply shoved his butt against the side of her head, refusing to allow her to escape it. He released a bubbly fart from his ass, causing his cheeks to rumble and ripple against the cat’s head. She felt her cheek being warmed as she was subjected to yet another blast of his rancid sulfuric stink, and she gagged noisily, utterly revolted by the flood of foul and downright unbearable sensations.

	After ripping ass right against her head, Pepe lifted his butt up several inches, then reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart with both hands. Upon separating the rotund mounds of flesh, he exposed his pink-skinned anus to Penelope. She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and whimpered, fearing another fart.

	“Worry not, darling. Just do as you’re told and I might go easy on you.” Pepe said, his tone lighthearted despite the morbid threat he made. “Kiss it now, dear. And use your tongue.” He ordered, referring to his butthole. Penelope refused, shaking her head side to side and still refusing even to face his butt. Pepe frowned, disappointed. “Oh well. If you’re going to be stubborn then I’ll just go back to farting.”

	Pepe’s hole flexed as he released a nasty fart, the waste gas hissing out of his anus with no cheeks to obstruct its exit. Because of this the fart was nearly silent, though it smelled awful enough to reignite Penelope’s gag reflex regardless. Her mind was filled with images of old cheese and rotten meaty stew, which the aroma of Pepe’s farts reminded her of quite distinctly. After he had added another burst of methane to the rapidly accumulating cloud, Penelope changed her mind and turned her head to face Pepe’s butt, opening her mouth eagerly. She seemed desperate to avoid provoking more of his ire, and thus more of his gas.

	“Ah? So you’ve finally come around? Great!” Pepe said, sounding pleased. He held back the next fart he was preparing to release, and instead plopped his butt down atop Penelope’s face. He let out a quiet moan as he felt her lapping at his butthole, lathering it with saliva while repeatedly planting wet smooches on it. The skunk’s cock tingled with arousal, and he stroked it as he enjoyed the sensation.

	Pepe let her feast away on his butt for a while, being careful not to blow his load too quickly as he jerked off to the pleasurable feeling. Although his hole carried the faint flavor of eggs, it was much better than smelling his actual flatulence, she thought. She kept up her eager worship until she felt like she was running out of air. Once this was the case she squirmed lightly under him, trying to alert him to the oxygen deprivation that she felt taking her over. The skunk looked down at her, then rocked his butt side to side on her face, grinding his pucker against her lips.

	“Feeling a little lightheaded? No worries, my love. I have all the air you could ever need.” Pepe said, his voice painted with a sadistic pleasure. Penelope’s eyes went wide and she began to struggle beneath him, trying to get his ass off her face while letting out fearful squeaks. “Bon appetit!” The skunk said.

	Pepe ripped a long fart into Penelope’s mouth, blasting her tongue and flooding her cheeks with his humid intestinal gas. She let out a muffled scream as her taste buds were assaulted with the flavor of his fart, her cheeks turning a dark shade of green as the entirety of the emission was trapped within her maw. It had nowhere to go, so it sat and festered in her mouth, soaking into her tongue and causing her to shudder hard. The male laughed at her reaction, highly amused by it.

	“I’m not going to stand up until I hear you swallow all of it.” He stated, preparing to wait for as long as was needed by crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on her face. Penelope whimpered loudly, feeling like she was backed into a corner. Still, the idea of actually eating a skunk’s fart was beyond foul to her, and she hesitated to do it.

	“Unless you’d prefer that I ripped another one into your mouth?” Pepe asked, crudely threatening to fart on her tongue again. This made the cat’s heart sink, and she quickly came to the decision to obey him.

	With nowhere else for the fumes to go she began chugging them, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his gaseous emission. After several wet gulps she sent the last bit of his fart into her stomach, making it bubble and churn with sickness. She groaned in nausea, her eyelids drooping low as she fought back the urge to puke.

	After she ingested his fart, Pepe lifted his butt off of her face again, returning to a standing position atop the bed. Penelope immediately burped up a small cloud of the methane, forcing her to taste it again. She gasped and panted to regain her oxygen supply afterwards, wincing as the flavor clung stubbornly to her tongue.

	Pepe waited for her to stop panting so she could fully enjoy his next stunt. The skunk, with one foot planted on either side of Penelope’s body, took a wider stance and leaned forward. He propped himself up with his hands on his knees, then flagged his tail high into the air, giving the cat his signature warning that all skunks share. She realized what he was going to do and began yanking at her handcuffs, her pupils shrinking. Pepe smirked as she reacted with fear, swaying his butt from side to side to taunt her with the lethally smelly weapon packed inside of it.

	Pepe watched Penelope from over his shoulder, closing a single eye and squinting the other as he aimed with care. Once he was on target, he released a potent spritz of skunk oil, spraying it dead-center at the cat’s face. A faint hissing could be heard as the yellowish mist erupted from his ass, bringing with it an overwhelming stench that made his flatulence pale in comparison.

	Penelope yowled and squealed as she caught some of the smelly oil in her eyes, causing them to go bloodshot and water up while she squeezed them closed. She gagged and retched violently, the fur on her face now visibly damp and dripping with the noxious fluid. A decent amount also landed on the pillow she was resting her head on, soaking into it and leaving the fabric stained with skunk spray.

	“Heheh. That’s right, ma cherie, take deep breaths of my stink.” Pepe teased. She could hardly take any breaths at all, though, and was instead reduced to sputtering and wheezing laboriously for miniscule amounts of air. The lingering mist that hung around her head made it feel impossible to breathe, like she was underwater or being smothered beneath his butt again. Pepe watched her as she thrashed around beneath him, the cat reflexively moving to protect her face but unable to because of her restraints. The male above her moaned louder, pre dripping from his cock tip as he masturbated to the sounds of her tortured choking.

	Taken over by great lust, Pepe sprayed her again, this time hosing down her chest with his liquid stink. She retched and coughed harder as he doubled the amount of oil she was bathing in, and she began to feel lightheaded. The skunk still refused to stop, however, and he went on to empty out every last drop from his glands that he could. He sprayed each part of her body until all of her fur was wet with the fluid and she was on the verge of passing out from the fumes. The blankets and mattress themselves were soaked in skunk spray too, and would no doubt need to be replaced. As he shot the last of his oil, Pepe climaxed, his knees wobbling as he unloaded the contents of his balls onto the bed and the floor in front of it.

	Even after the initial shock of the stink wore off, Penelope couldn’t help but cough or gag every few seconds, her tolerance for the smell as low as it ever was. After a few seconds she calmed down and stopped bucking around in her restraints, but only because she felt her consciousness slipping and her energy fading away.

	Pepe huffed and panted, his cock slowly going soft after he finished nutting. As he recovered from his orgasm, he sat beside Penelope on the bed as he decided what to do with her. She was a mess, squirming around uncomfortably in her restraints and struggling to breathe while trapped within the dense fog of miasma.

	Pepe decided to leave her cuffed up until she air-dried so that she had a chance to marinate in his scent and it would be harder to get out. She suffered greatly as she was forced to endure being covered in skunk spray, feeling nauseous throughout the entire drying process and never becoming desensitized to the smell one bit.

	Once the cat was completely dry, Pepe unlocked her cuffs one by one and released her. She normally would have run off by that point, but she was too exhausted from the ordeal, and she still felt very dizzy from breathing the toxic fumes for so long. Pepe lifted her up to her feet and guided her to the exit by her hand, and she was finally met with a flood of fresh air as he pushed her out the door. She stumbled outside and huffed the fresh air greedily, relieved to finally be free from the unventilated building. Though she could still smell the skunk odor from her own body, it was nothing compared to being stuck inside a dense cloud of the stuff.

	“Farewell, sweet kitty.” Pepe said, snickering to himself. “Good luck getting the smell out.” The skunk closed the door after teasing her one last time, leaving the feline to herself after what felt like hours of torture. 

	The first thing Penelope did with her freedom was search for a place to wash off. She felt disgusting and unclean, and she was far beyond sick of smelling the awful skunky reek that she carried on her fur. As she wandered out of the city in search of a pond or a river, she drove away all the humans and animals that came close enough to smell her, effectively creating a bubble of personal space. As awful as the torture and the resulting smell were, she was thankful for the large degree of protection her newly acquired stench provided from otherwise bothersome predators.