Sylvester slipped out of his home and went toward the wilderness, away from the city. He was bored and peckish, so he decided to hunt for something to eat; a common pastime for cats like himself. A local meadow provided an abundance of prey in the form of rodents and other small animals.

        After a short search Sylvester saw movement in the distance and zeroed in. Dropping down to all fours, he crept toward it without making a sound, using the overgrown grass as cover. As he got closer he saw the creature was sat on the ground facing away from him, oblivious to his presence. A cheshire grin stretched across Sylvester’s face, and he licked the saliva dripping from his lip. He couldn’t help but wonder what the black-furred creature might be, and what it would taste like after he caught it.

	Before he got very close, a breeze carried the animal’s scent to Sylvester. A bitter stink invaded his nose and he stopped in his tracks, going rigid. Offended by the smell, he stuck his tongue out and took a step back. He had to shake his head to knock his senses back into place, then he took a closer look. Squinting, he made out a pair of white stripes painted along the animal’s tail and back. His heart skipped when he realized it was a skunk.

	The skunk, who Sylvester now identified as a male, hummed a tune to himself and picked a flower from the ground. After giving it a sniff he plucked the petals off it one by one, working around its circumference at a leisurely pace. Once it was barren he tossed it aside and found another flower so he could start again.

	Whether the skunk was aware of it or not, all plant life downwind of him was dead or dying. His tail gave off thick plumes of his natural odor, which appeared green to the naked eye. The noxious fumes lingered wherever the wind carried it, wilting flowers and drying grass. The worst decay occurred where the stench was strongest: right where he sat, in a circle around his butt.

	Sylvester’s mood took an about-face. The thought of being sprayed by a skunk made him feel an enticing twinge between his legs. The old plan vanished from his memory and was replaced with a desire to sate his fantasy. No longer averse to the smell, he crept closer until he was confident he could land a pounce. Once he was in position he paused, scanning his surroundings until he found a twig. In a single decisive motion he stomped his hind paw, snapping it with a loud crunch. The skunk froze and dropped his flower. He looked over his shoulder to see Sylvester rearing back, crouched low to the ground. The cat’s eyes were locked on him, his tail flicking back and forth menacingly. The skunk gasped and rolled out of the way just in time for his lunge, causing Sylvester to plow straight into the ground behind him instead.

	Heart racing, Sylvester scrambled to turn around and face the skunk. When he did, he was met with a lifted tail and a fluffy butt. Wearing a scowl, the skunk closed an eye and took aim. Before Sylvester had a chance to react, an unsettling hissing noise filled the air. A hurricane of amber mist erupted from the skunk’s ass and engulfed the cat in a dense, opaque cloud.

	Sylvester yelped as his face and body were doused in the oily substance. It was the most awful thing he’d ever smelled in his life. In a fraction of a second the cat was down on his hands and knees, gagging and wheezing like he was at death’s door. His entire world shrunk to the discomfort in his nose and eyes, where the vile chemical invaded and burned like he had been pepper sprayed. He was effectively immobilized, denying him the ability to escape from the sulfuric stench; the cloud of skunk musk hung thick in the air surrounding him and wasn’t going anywhere.

	The skunk watched with satisfaction as Sylvester writhed around in the dirt, utterly incapacitated by his stink. There was no sight that made a skunk more proud. He stood tall with his chest puffed out, towering over the feline. “Hah! Thought you could get the better of a skunk? Chaton écervelé. Let that be a lesson!” he said, laughing to himself. It was only a matter of time, though, until he noticed the raging erection between Sylvester’s legs. When he did, he abruptly went silent. Twisting around and lifting his tail, the skunk inspected his own butt, looking at it as if it were malfunctioning. He didn’t find anything out of the ordinary, so he turned back to his attacker and scratched his head.

	“Eh… you are bothered by my stink, monsieur, no?” he asked the teary-eyed cat. “Then why are you aroused?” It took Sylvester a while to collect himself enough to reply.

	“I like bad smells. A lot.” he admitted. “You know… in that way.”

	“Oh? Is that so?” he asked, his tone shifting. “Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I am Pepe Le Pew.” the skunk said, giving a polite bow. “And what might your name be, pussycat?”

	"Sylvester." he lisped.

	"Ah, Sylvester! What a charming name." Pepe remarked. "Sylvester, my dear…" He moved closer to the cat until he had breached his personal space. While looking into his eyes, he asked in a softer voice, "... shall we continue this somewhere more private?"

	Sylvester went red at his forwardness. Being so close meant the skunk’s natural fragrance was almost overpowering, yet it didn’t make him flinch or move away. A quick sniff of it even made his heart flutter. With a nervous gulp, the cat nodded his head. "Y-Yes, sir." Pepe looked most pleased. He scooped Sylvester up into his arms, eliciting a gasp of surprise. After planting a peck on his cheek, he walked off with him, and the cat’s face burned even brighter.

	“Wonderful, my darling! I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Pepe said, joyful. "But first, let's get you cleaned up. You won't be able to smell anything covered in my… ahem… perfume." the skunk said. He took a whiff of the cat’s fur, confirming it to be true. He reeked.

	“I dunno, I kinda like it.” Sylvester joked, swishing his tail side to side. Pepe chuckled.

	“No worries, monsieur. I have plenty left. I will just spray you again.” he replied bluntly. “Oh, and I have more to share than just skunk musk.” Sylvester blushed and went quiet. He was convinced.

	Later that day, Pepe and Sylvester were holed up together in a hotel room. The sun had already disappeared beneath the horizon, marking the beginning of the night. While Pepe waited patiently on the bed, Sylvester was in the bathroom concluding a speedy shower.

	Sylvester shook his coat back and forth to get most of the water out, then used a towel to dry off the rest of the way. He sniffed the air to assess his sense of smell and discovered that his nose worked again; while he could still smell that he had been sprayed, he could smell other things too. Although he had washed the oil itself down the drain, the foul stench of rubber and sulfur stuck to his fur, and quite strongly at that. Most would be repulsed by his newly acquired aroma, but to Sylvester it felt more like an aphrodisiac. He fell into a trance after catching a whiff of it, purring quietly.

	“Oh Sylvester! Ready yet, darling?” Pepe called out from the bedroom. Sylvester perked up, then rushed to finish so he could join him. The skunk smiled when he came out, beckoning him with a finger. As the feline approached, Pepe reached out for his hands and yanked him up onto the bed. Before he knew it, he was locked in the skunk’s embrace and their noses were touching.

	Pepe pressed his lips against Sylvester's in a kiss. Sylvester's eyes went wide and his cheeks lit up. The skunk held it for a few moments then slowly drew back, giving his partner bedroom eyes. He brushed his striped tail beneath Sylvester's nose, swiping it back and forth and batting him in the face. The pungent musk it gave off made Sylvester’s head spin. He wiggled his nose as he took a deep breath, then shivered and melted into Pepe's arms with a moan.

	"Your face does not lie, sweet pea. You are already hooked on my odor, no?" Pepe teased. He wrapped his tail around the cat's snout, smothering his nose in its smelly fur. “Don’t answer. I already know.”

	"Mmph..." Sylvester muttered, giving a dizzy look. He grasped weakly at Pepe's tail and held it against his face, savoring the funky scent. Pepe smirked.

	"I’m sure you came expecting more than just this, though." he continued. The skunk let go of Sylvester and turned around, getting down on his hands and knees. He raised his tail into the air and presented his plush hindquarters to the cat. "Come, monsieur. Take a closer whiff~"

	Sylvester drooled at the sight. Lowering his face to Pepe's butt, he took a curious sniff. It was even more acrid than his tail. Craving more, he sniffed the skunk’s butt again, this time taking a deep breath. As he was indulging in the odor, he heard a rumble coming from Pepe’s gut. Without warning a warm, smelly fart erupted from between his cheeks. It blew right into Sylvester's face, filling his nose with the stench of rotten eggs and dairy. The cat flared his nostrils as he huffed it up, his cock twitching at the awful stink. Pepe watched him from over his shoulder, wearing a cheeky grin.

	Sylvester put his paws on Pepe’s butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze, making him sigh in contentment. After gently parting them and revealing his pink-skinned anus, he buried his face beneath his tail. His snout became wedged in the skunk’s crack, with his nostrils pressed flush against his hole. The sensation of a nose sniffing and wiggling against his butthole made Pepe’s cock drool.

	Feeling more gas bubbling in his gut, Pepe wrapped his tail around Sylvester's head to hold him in place. A tuba-like sound rang out as he ripped a long, wet fart on his nose. His furry cheeks flapped and bounced against his face and a startling amount of green smog escaped. Sylvester inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the foul-smelling gas. Being this close to the source made him cough a few times; it was so fetid his lungs burned. Pepe chuckled, mindful of the queasy look on his face. “You’re not going to pass out on me so soon, are you Sylvester?” he asked.

	“N-No way!” he said, his voice muffled. “Don’t stop. I can handle more.” Pepe looked happy with his answer. The skunk took his own cock into his hand and stroked it slowly, pushing against Sylvester’s face with his butt.

	“Good! I was only getting started, of course.” Pepe said. He punctuated his sentence with another eggy fart, which squeaked out like a broken trumpet. Sylvester’s eyes fluttered and he reflexively curled his nose as the sour odor invaded his senses. Once the wooziness wore off, he began sniffing hungrily and purring like a motor.

	After the fart ended, Sylvester bravely moved his lips to the male’s anus. He planted a kiss on the ring of muscles, causing it to wink. A shiver went up Pepe’s spine and he rubbed his length faster, letting out a quiet moan. After giving it a smooch Sylvester moved onto licking, dragging his coarse tongue between the skunk’s cheeks in slow upward strokes. Every time he passed over his hole Pepe felt a pleasant tingle.

	“O-Open your mouth, love.” Pepe requested. His anus tightened as he held back a bubble of gas. Sylvester eagerly obeyed, wrapping his lips around the skunk’s hole. Pepe’s stomach made a menacing rumble, then he released a bassy and eggy fart right into his maw. It echoed down his throat as methane flooded his mouth and inflated his cheeks. The gas quickly soaked into his tongue and left behind the flavor of rotten cheese.

	Sylvester nearly gagged as he was introduced to the taste. Barely able to hold it in without coughing it back up, he allowed the fart to stew in his mouth. The flavor burned into his taste buds, ensuring he wouldn’t forget it any time soon. After a few moments he finally swallowed it, sending it to his stomach in three big gulps. Once it was deposited into his belly he pulled his mouth away, gasping for air. The very moment he caught his breath, he locked lips with Pepe’s butthole again, already prepared for another blast.

	Pepe didn’t delay his wish. He filled his mouth back up by releasing a muggy fart, renewing the taste of digested food on his tongue. Sylvester swallowed everything, tears welling up in his eyes. He licked at the skunk’s hole between gulps so the flavorful gas would blow across all of his taste buds. The fart carried the flavor of everything Pepe had eaten that day, mixed together in a big disgusting stew. He was sure he could detect baked beans and beef in there somewhere. It was both spicy and bitter, strong enough to make his throat ache.

	As soon as the tongue-rumbler ended another one began, then another after that. Pepe wasn’t pulling his punches at all, forcing Sylvester to chug his farts just to keep up with the sheer volume he was delivering. Once his stomach was filled, the extra gas had nowhere else to go but to flow up his sinuses and out his nose. The fart billowed from his nostrils like two green smokestacks, making Sylvester smell it a second time on its way out. He moaned as he kept his lips locked around the skunk’s anus, his eyelids drooping and the whites of his eyes going bloodshot.

	While pumping the cat’s stomach full of his flatulence, Pepe was also busy working over his own cock. He felt warmth building at the base of his length and stroked faster, huffing and puffing. Hearing his farts reverberate down Sylvester’s throat pushed him even further, until he was on the edge of orgasm. He had to pull his hand away so he wouldn’t blow too early. Sylvester pulled away too, though he remained connected to Pepe’s butthole by a string of saliva. The feline’s abdomen was slightly distended, but it returned to normal after he belched up an entire meal’s worth of skunk farts.

	“Huff… Have you done this before, kitten?” the skunk asked. “Your tolerance for stink is impressive, and you’ve been doing a wonderful job with that mouth of yours.”

	“Not exactly.” Sylvester admitted, giving a sheepish chuckle. “I’ve never even met a skunk before.”

	“Well, now you can say that you’ve known one quite well, yes?” the skunk said, smiling. "Here, allow me to return the favor." He moved closer to Sylvester, then plopped his butt down on his lap. Sylvester purred as his cock was sandwiched between himself and Pepe's rump.

	Pepe leaned his weight backwards and forwards, teasing him by rocking on his crotch. Sylvester's mating instinct took control and he thrust his hips forward, sliding his erection between the skunk’s plump cheeks. A pleasured trill rose in the back of his throat as he humped his buttcrack; it felt like he was buried between two velvety pillows.

	Pepe grunted quietly, warming the underside of Sylvester’s cock with a bubbly fart. The skunk's ass rippled and vibrated as his steamy gas rushed past it on either side, then floated right up into Sylvester’s face. He inhaled the smelly fumes as they came to him, wearing a goofy smile of ecstasy. The reek of sulfur and spoiled milk grew stronger as Pepe cut a seismic fart, rattling Sylvester’s pelvis and massaging his cock better than a vibrator ever could.

	Sweat dripped down Sylvester’s forehead and he purred loudly. Every thrust between the skunk’s cheeks sent a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. He grabbed onto Pepe’s butt and squeezed his cheeks together around his cock, creating a tighter crevice to fuck. With an animalistic fervor he bucked into the skunk’s butt, clenching his eyes and slackening his jaw.

	Pepe ripped a humid fart onto Sylvester’s cock, but this time it produced an especially loud and vulgar noise. Having his cheeks squeezed together around a stiff rod made his emissions noisier and feel even more forceful. The fart blew hard against his cock like a blast of pressurized air, eliciting a guttural moan from Sylvester. As his nose was treated to another wave of hot, smelly methane, he was pushed over the edge.

	Sylvester’s balls pulled closer to his body and he tensed up, arching his back. His cock spasmed rhythmically as he gushed thick ropes of kitten batter into the air. Right as he began to shoot his load, Pepe moved his tail to the side so it landed on his back instead. The cat’s orgasm was prolonged even further as Pepe released a series of shorter farts against his twitching length. By the time he was done cumming the skunk had milked his balls dry with his farts. Most of the evidence ended up on Pepe, blending into his stripe but standing out against the rest of his fur.

	Pepe squirmed, feeling his partner’s dick throbbing against his anus and his seed soaking into his fur. As an intense heat rose between his legs he decided to embrace the moment, pumping himself as fast as he could. After holding back for so long, the skunk finally blew his load. His jaw lowered and he moaned, firing ropes of sticky goo onto the blanket. He leaned back as he did so, putting his full weight on the feline’s lap. The skunk clenched his cheeks with every spurt, giving Sylvester a pleasant massage for the duration of his orgasm. When he was spent, Pepe slumped backwards against Sylvester, huffing.

	In the aftermath, the whole room reeked like skunk farts and sex. For a while the only noise heard was the whirr of the room’s air conditioning and the males’ exerted panting. Once he had caught his breath, Pepe lifted his butt from the cat’s lap and turned around to face him. The look he gave Sylvester made him blush.

	"I have one last gift for you tonight, monsieur. But first you must be below the covers." he said. Pepe lifted the blanket and put a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him down. As he disappeared beneath it, Sylvester’s heart pounded and his mind raced. The air was surprisingly fresh down there, being mostly untouched by his fart stink. The skunk followed right after Sylvester, but left his head and arms outside the blanket. As soon as he saw Pepe’s butt, the cat wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in his musky crack.

	“Ah!” Pepe let out a little gasp, not expecting a cold nose against his butt so soon. He felt a ticklish sensation as Sylvester sniffed, so he pushed back with his hips and pressed his anus against his nostrils. “So eager, kitten? You might even have more stamina than me.” the skunk mused. “Here, I will give you something better to smell. Take a deep breath for me, love.”

	Pepe rumbled the bed with a noisy, wet fart that dragged on forever. The steaming hot gas blew the fur on Sylvester’s face back, like he was staring down a hair dryer cranked to max. It filled his nose with the smell of moldy cheese and made him gag. The cat's cock stiffened again, and as soon as he physically could, he was hungrily huffing the fart up. A complete lack of airflow beneath the blanket caused the stink to accumulate and linger far past its welcome. While Pepe was spared from smelling it, Sylvester was trapped filtering lungful after lungful of pure fart gas.

	After letting a few more farts loose beneath the blanket, the atmosphere was like a choking swamp. The buildup of heat and moisture made it sweltering, and all Sylvester could smell was garbage and rotten eggs. Every trumpeting fart that was ripped into his face made his cock throb and dribble, even without being touched. He repeatedly took slow, deep breaths of the fumes only to cough and wheeze them back up.

	When Pepe’s digestion settled down and he had relieved himself of all his flatulence, he smirked, knowing what naturally followed. With considerably less effort than a fart, he sprayed Sylvester point blank in his face. A jet of yellow mist erupted from beneath his tail accompanied by a threatening hiss. It flowed deep into the cat’s nose and flooded the bed, soaking into the sheets and his fur. Sylvester retched and gagged violently, tears streaming down his cheeks as he fought to breathe. The skunk’s musk blended with his farts and created a mixture that could peel paint off walls; it was a toxic fusion of sour dairy, burning rubber, and death.

	Sylvester was locked in a fit of coughing, stunned by the sheer intensity of the odor. When the oil settled and he worked up enough of a tolerance to control his body again, he shoved his nose against Pepe's anus and sniffed. His hole was still dripping with the foul nectar, causing it to smear on his nostrils and leak inside. Between each breath he choked, his lungs and windpipe on fire. With no ventilation the last of the fresh air was long since gone, replaced entirely with methane and aerosolized skunk oil.

	Throwing mercy to the wind, Pepe sprayed Sylvester again, only this time he was expecting it. The cat inhaled deeply and opened his maw as the noxious fluid was spritzed at him, exposing his lungs and taste buds. When the fluid got in his mouth he exploded into wheezing and sputtering, like he was drowning in the stuff. The oil made his tongue burn then go numb, and left behind the most stomach-churning flavor. Sylvester's body twitched and trembled, overwhelmed with sensory input and arousal.

	Between gags and labored breaths, Sylvester let out a muffled moan. His cock spasmed, and he fired a few strings of cum onto the sheets. The stench alone proved enough to drain the last few drops out of his balls hands-free. After his orgasm Sylvester succumbed to his body’s cry for oxygen and gasped in lungfuls of the tainted air. It was so thick and dense he felt like he had to chew to get it down. When he finally did, the rush of toxins into his blood made his senses go dull. With a mouthful of skunk butt and a muffled voice Sylvester babbled something incoherent, then promptly went limp.

	Pepe smiled when he noticed his partner had cum a second time, but paused when he felt him stop moving. "Still awake down there, sweet cheeks?" he asked, gently nudging him with his foot. There was no response. “Ah… perhaps that was a bit much.” he admitted, brushing it off with a chuckle. Curious, he lifted the covers a smidge and took a sniff. He recoiled instantly, and nearly gagged. “Sacrebleu! Ergh…” The skunk’s eyes grew misty and he lowered the blanket again, clamping a hand over his nose. The cocktail of gas and skunk spray that had escaped dissipated slowly, and eventually he was free from its suffocating aroma. He would have to order the deluxe cleaning package for their room, he thought to himself.

	Pepe decided to let his partner marinate in his stink for the rest of the night, or at least until he woke back up. He was content staying above the covers meanwhile; not necessarily to avoid the smell, but because the idea of someone else stewing in his dutch oven for hours while he enjoyed fresh air gave him a hard-on. Relaxed, Pepe put his arms behind his head and leaned into the pillows, getting comfortable for a long night.