Attack of the Skunk
by Story-anon

I should never have stepped off the trail, I caught myself thinking. But I shook it off. It's fine, I can just keep following the river on my right hand side through the trees until I find my way back to the campsite. I couldn't have gone too far, I could probably make it back before dark... well, before it's completely dark. The sun was already nearly below the horizon and twilight was setting in.

But before I could have any more doubting thoughts, I caught a glimpse of a glowing redness through the woods. Our campfire.

I shuffled through the forest towards it, almost falling into a bush and tripping over a root. I started to notice a weird smell, but paid it no mind. It is the forest, after all. I came into the clearing, expecting to see the rest of the group there.

But nobody was.

Looking around... god dammit. It's someone else's campsite. Whoever's it was wasn't there, so I can't ask for directions. And god, it stunk. What the hell was burning on that campfire?

I turned around to leave, only to bump headfirst into something enormous and squishy. It bounced me back, and I fell on my ass.

"Why are you in my campsite?" a low, bored-sounding voice monotoned.

Above me stood a hulking skunkwoman. I hadn't heard her approaching over the sound of the river. I was astounded for a second - she was easily seven and a half feet tall, if not taller, and enormous to boot. She put the width of the trees around us to shame with an amount of fat that you'd only think you'd ever see on a short woman with less poundage to her blubber. As it was, she definitely had to weigh several hundred pounds to be that big at that height. She had proportions I'd expect to see on a larger cowgirl, not a skunkgirl. What I'd bumped into was her vast stomach. I was already not exactly the tallest person in the world, so I was a dwarf compared to her. And as for how she smelled, well, let's just say it got real easy to identify the source of that stink.

"Oh, I-I-" I stammered, shocked for a second. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-"

"You shouldn't be trespassing on people's campgrounds," she said, her voice not changing.

"I'm sorry, I'll get out of here," I started, getting to my feet, before her huge hand grabbed onto my shoulder, holding me in place.

"You know what I do to trespassers?"

I gulped. "You... let them go with a warning?"

She chuckled, smiling for the first time. "Not quite." She pulled me with ease, turning around and exposing me to her enormous butt. Her cheeks were like planetoids, and together they were even bigger than her stomach. I had no clue how she possibly found pants to fit.

"I've been waiting to let loose some of this gas for a long time," she sighed as I started to hear gurgles from her lower body.

"Wait, wait, don't fart on me! The smell will stick forever!" Skunkgirls were known to have incredibly long-lingering gas. It was a common stereotype that a skunk girlfriend would cost you a lot of money in panties, as she'd bomb them to an unwearable degree within days. Most places had an extra bathroom exclusive to skunkgirls, cowgirls, and others whose gas was known to stink enough to be beyond polite society.

"I know," she replied, and, grabbing the back of my head, shoved my face deep into her enormous ass.

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She let out an incredible fart. Loud, thick, and meaty, it instantly coated my face in heavy, choking skunk fart air. It echoed through the forest with its intense volume, and barraged me with an abundance of gas. The smell was beyond description: your average skunk fart could easily put the worst human fart you'd ever smelled to shame, and her reeking gas would make it smell like roses in comparison. I coughed at the horrid stench. It was like sulfur and brimstone had an unholy baby with bad eggs and thick beefy rot. She wasn't holding back at all, and I got the horrible sinking feeling that she wasn't anywhere near done.

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Her huge, sweaty asscheeks rumbled and spit out another long, flapping stench cloud into my waiting face. She pushed my face into her backside even harder, and the vile reek was all I could smell as it baked itself into my skin.

In most countries a skunkgirl intentionally farting on another person was considered assault, as it would render them torturous to be around for days. What she'd just done to me she could be arrested for, and she didn't even care.

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Another flapping, chugging fart splashed out of her asshole, nearly liquid in its damp wetness and the heavy, humid air it coated my face in.

I felt her hand move away and be replaced by something else: her strong, powerful skunk tail, which wrapped around the back of my head and kept me fast inside her immense buttcrack.

A few unbearable farts later, she pulled me out of her butt and dragged me over to the campfire with her. I tried to yell out for someone to help me, but it was hopeless.

"The river's way too loud for anyone to hear you, by the way," she said, a fact that had made itself evident. "Why do you think I chose here to set up camp?" My stomach dropped as I realized this was probably something she made a habit out of doing.

She bent over, letting a few small squeakers out of her huge ass as she grabbed her enormous sleeping bag and pillow out of her tent. The farts didn't stink any less for their size. I wondered what she was doing for a second as she folded the sleeping bag over itself. She set it down on the log by her campfire, putting the pillow on top. Maybe she needed a cushion?

"Put your head on the cushion. I'm going to sit on your face."

"What!?" I barely had the chance to say.

Her statement seemed pretty much just a formality as she swung me around and physically placed me there herself, before stepping over me with her enormous legs. From her tent she'd procured a strip of duct tape, and she sealed my mouth shut with it before unceremoniously pulling down her pants, and sitting her gargantuan fat ass down. The cushion was for my benefit, not hers, as her huge weight squashed me beyond comprehension. If it wasn't for the sleeping bag and pillow below my head, as well as the fact that I was pinned in her huge ass crack rather than under one of her cheeks, I'd have easily been crushed to death. As it was, I was still inches away from that fate, her enormous stretched panties shoved against my face. Without the barrier of pants between us her ass stunk even worse, the lingering skunk smell from who knows how long's worth of farts rivaling the stench of her freshly dropped ones. And that's not to mention her sweaty swamp ass adding to the mix.

"I can't wait to cook this spicy chili up," she said to me, her voice vibrating through her huge body. "I spent all day looking for a new victim, and just when I thought I was out of luck, one comes wandering right into my campsite."

The fabric of her panties was stretched thin as my nose pressed against it, exposing my nostrils to her barely covered asshole.

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She blasted a hot, rumbling fart against my trapped face. It wasn't even that big, and already it made me want to die. I'd rather have sniffed ten farts from her covered ass than one straight through her panties. I was trapped in a hot, thick haze of eggy, meaty hell beyond anything she'd dealt to me before. I twisted and thrashed, but my struggles amounted to nothing under her hundreds of pounds of fat.

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Another low, deep, echoing fart sprayed out of her ass onto me. I'd stink for weeks at minimum. Her greasy ass kept me still as she fed my nose more rotten stink.

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The horrendous gas burned its way through my nose, trapping me in a steaming hell of vile rot. I thought I'd pass out, or die. This had to be classified as poisonous gas or something.

She gave me a few more smaller farts - that is, smaller for her size. They'd be enormous from a normal human, but from what capacity she'd already displayed to me for farting these were the small guns. This didn't make me feel any better, though, just made me worried about what was to come. I was helpless, trapped under her for as long as she wanted. She could keep me there for however long she felt like. I struggled and bucked, banging my arms against her titanic thighs, but I couldn't budge her at all.

"They don't like having me in civilized society because I like to fart on people who annoy me," she said above me. "Personally I think if they don't like it they shouldn't annoy me, but I tend to get banned from any city I visit, so I just make camp out here and let my farts go on any unsuspecting sap I find wandering around."

Though her guts rumbled and gurgled above me, for a solid while after those farts she didn't let loose any more, leaving me only to rebreathe the vile lingering air from her prior releases. It was no walk in the park, in fact I'd still have considered it torture, but I'd take it above breathing fresh farts no question.

"This chili is really good," she remarked to me. "Can't wait for you to smell it," she taunted, wiggling her ass around and crushing me even further beneath it. "Ooh, on that note..." she trailed off as her guts shifted and glubbed above me.

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She finally broke the silence with a twenty second long beast of a steaming fart. It nearly deafened me with its volume and shook me with the power of its vibration, to say nothing of its smell. The burning heat of the massive fart was beyond comprehension as it shoved me into a haze of gross, vile stench so thick and dank it was hard to breathe in. She shifted and moved around on my face, rubbing her swamp ass and ass juice into my nose.

"Finally, some decent farts." Decent? It was making me dizzy and depriving me of oxygen, and it was only decent?

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She dropped another equally horrendous demon on my face with an unceremonious slight leg lift, as if it was nothing to her. My torture only got more unbearable underneath, the sickening gut rot making my eyes water and my lungs choke.

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And so it continued, for the next half hour or so, as she kept unleashing torrents of caustic gas on my unwilling face. I'd be stained with her skunky smell for a month, if not longer. She sat motionless and merciless as she bombed my face over and over with rancid soupy sulfuric ass gas.

Finally, she started to get up from her seat. I started to scramble to escape, but she paused as she sat up, her rump hovering above my face and my body held fast by her thighs.

"Ohh, wait-" she said, as her insides shifted.

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She capped off the torture with a fart that seemed to last forever. Nearly a full minute she squatted over me firing her nuclear ass weapon directly at me, choking me with disgusting wet gas.

As the fart ended I scrambled out from under her, spilling over the other side of the log. I got to my feet and tried to run, but quickly fell, dizzy. Though I was free of her oppressively huge weight crushing me beneath her, the air outside her ass crack provided little reprieve from her stench. She'd released so much fart air that she'd fumigated the whole area, especially after dropping that last bomb.

She once again grabbed my shoulder, keeping a hold on me so I couldn't go anywhere.

"Alright, wimp, it's bedtime, and you're my ass cushion."

I looked up at her and shook my head desperately. But there was no convincing her. She made a flinging motion with her other hand, letting the sleeping bag unfurl itself.

"Get in the tent."

I knew there was no way I could even try and run, so I acquiesced. She'd left the flap open when she took the sleeping bag out earlier, so the inside still offered no relief from the gas pervading the area. She set it down.

"Now get in the bag."

"Please, it stinks so bad-" I tried to offer one last-ditch plea before she rolled her eyes, grabbed me, and shoved me into it. I tried to climb out, but before I could even orient myself to get moving she climbed in after me.

It was horrible. She was an enormous woman and the sleeping bag, while big, was not her size. She clambered in and had to curl up, filling the entire sleeping bag with her curled up body. As her huge ass once again trapped me in with it I realized that she'd taken off her panties, and now I had to contend with her completely uncovered bare ass. I wasn't as deeply wedged in as the curled up position of her body left a small space between her huge body and where her feet folded back down, which she'd shoved my face into. But unfortunately that left me to contend with both her swamp ass and now her cheesy, reeking feet. Her toes pressed hard into my forehead as her butthole winked and puckered beyond my chin, her buttcheeks threatening to devour my chin. My body was bent awkwardly around her huge ass and body, my legs ending up halfway up her back. I felt vacuum-sealed in with how her body filled all the space inside the sleeping bag with no wiggle room. My only reprieve was in her tail, which wrapped around the back of my neck and acted, at least somewhat, like a fluffy cushion against the back of my head.

Her gross swamp ass emanated a stench that filled my only breathing room as her cheesy, sweaty feet added to the unholy mix. It was a horrible experience, and though it wasn't quite as bad as taking her farts to the face it wasn't far off, and I was reminded of my soon-to-be fate as her stomach grumbled and gurgled, digesting the chili above me.

All things must pass, and this was no exception. Eventually the first dose of tonight's new torture came bubbling out of her exposed, bare ass, right into my face.

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The hot, boiling, wet fart sputtered out, trapping me in a sea of horrendous beany shitty stink. I coughed and retched to no end, but my motions were like that of a bug against her enormous skunk body. It rumbled and squelched out for at least a minute as she slumbered, rivaling the enormous fart from before with no effort.

I was truly in hell now. God had to be real and I must have pissed him off, this was some type of divine punishment. Her gross, sweaty feet mixed with the new spicy chili farts to assault my nostrils.

I'd thought I was being tortured when she shoved me into her ass that first time. Little did I know I should have been grateful for the mercy she'd been showing me. Those farts were nothing compared to her chili farts, least of all with her bare ass in my face.

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She pushed out another spicy, reeking long fart directly into my nose. The putrid chili stench was beyond comprehension.

The farts kept coming, one after the other. It seemed she could barely make it two minutes without releasing another disgusting blast in my face as she slept. There was nowhere for the gas to go, so it all coalesced together into an unbearable miasma, so even in the periods without any farting she kept me trapped in a haze of repulsive fumes.

What little sleep I got could more accurately have been described as grappling with my consciousness, dizzy from the sulfur and nitrogen she was pumping into my lungs. And even that came to an end when she coiled her tail in her sleep, shoving my head directly into her enormous crack unconsciously. Gone was that open space of stinking gas as my face squelched into her sweaty, greasy hole between her massive fatty cheeks.

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There was nowhere else for the remainder of the night's farts to go but directly up my nose as the loud, bassy blasts vibrated my face like a powerful subwoofer. They never got any better, either, just steaming boiling chili farts that burned my nose hairs with their vile stench.

And so I suffered there, taking her skunky ass gas directly from the source for hours on end. It was an experience I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, a torture that even a fascistic dictator would think twice about deploying on his enemies if he knew its potency.

She woke me in the morning when she stirred. Frankly I was shocked I'd managed to fall asleep.

"Ahhh..." I heard her say, waking up, before her guts shifted and she released her ultimate final weapon.

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For minutes her ass roared, belching and spitting hot chili fart gas directly into my nose. Her morning fart put her nightly bout of gas to shame, and only after it was complete did she pull away from my face with a sickening sloppy squelch, allowing me my first gasp at something resembling clean air in hours. My nose and lungs had been through a hell I doubted would ever be matched.

A few minutes after I'd climbed out, she once again folded up the sleeping bag with the pillow for me and put me back on the log by the campfire as she cooked up some eggs for her breakfast.

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My face took her sopping, low, weighty farts that now mostly just smelled of shit and sulfur.

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I thought I'd experienced all she had to offer before she started putting me through this new stench. Though, honestly, even though it was a fart stink she hadn't dropped on me prior, they were nowhere near bad enough to make me wish I was back in the sleeping bag. Once your nose hairs have been burned it's hard to set them on fire again, you know.

Eventually after breakfast she got up and spoke to me.

"Alright, slave," she said to me in the monotone I'd become used to. "Here's the deal. You've been a good fart cushion. You haven't screamed or coughed or thrashed too much, because you knew what was good for you. My last ass pillow was bigger and stronger than you, so he was a lot more annoying."

I hoped she would say she'd reward me by letting me go more than anything else in the world. I couldn't stand being here any longer.

"So I'm going to keep you as my butt cushion for now. You're gonna keep sniffing my farts as long as I need you to."

"What?" I blurted out, in shock and terror. I couldn't be her fart cushion! I needed to get back to camp, and back home!

"I've gotta go take a massive shit," she said. "I got tired of my last slave, so he got buried under yesterday morning's dump. Let that be a warning to you in case you ever decide to get feisty. But for now, I'm not gonna let you get anywhere near my shit. My dump fumes would damage your brain if not outright kill you. You think you've smelt some bad gas, you don't know the least of it. I'm gonna head over there," she said, punctuating her statement with a jerk of her thumb over her shoulder, "and tie you to this tree in the meantime."

She procured rope and bound me fast to the trunk of a tree. It was honestly somewhat of a relief being stuck against something smaller than she was. Then off into the distance she lumbered, her enormous form disappearing into the trees through hard stomping steps of her concrete pillar legs.

As soon as she was out of sight I leapt into action. I'd read long ago what to do in case I ever got kidnapped and tied up; little did I expect my elementary school secret agent fantasies would ever help me out. I released the huge breath I'd taken and let my chest fall. At the same time, I relaxed the muscles I'd been flexing as she tied me to the tree. This gave the rope slack, and I got to work on shimmying out of it. It wasn't easy, but faced with the prospect of indefinite slavery under the monstrosity of a skunk's hefty butt I had the resolve and drive to keep going. The echoes of messy butt blasts I heard reverberate from some unknown unholy dumping ground only spurred me on to continue.

As soon as I'd shimmied out I ran for it, making my way back to the river bank and sprinting in the direction I'd been going before, heading downriver as the water roared to my right. My campground was still in this direction for sure.

A minute into my run I heard a resounding "WHAT THE FUCK?" echo from her campsite, and I moved even quicker. A ways behind me, back at the spot I'd been before, I heard a distant rustle. I turned my head to see her burst out from the trees. There was no way she couldn't see me, I had to stick out like a sore thumb following the river banks without ducking into the woods. But it was fine, I was hundreds of feet ahead of her and she was a monstrous pile of blubber. I turned back and kept running.

Thirty seconds later, I heard it, unmistakable.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" came her voice, from what sounded like a closer distance.

I turned my head, and my hopes for a weird echo situation were dashed instantly as my stomach dropped into my bladder.

She was charging me.

It was staggering she could exist at her size. It was nothing short of a miracle she could walk around, rather than being a bedridden blob incapable of motion. But, in one last defiance of God, nature, and the laws of physics, she was stampeding towards me, lunging forward like a fucking bear. Gaining on me.

Something primal propelled me forward then. We were no longer people camping in the forest. We were some bastardized evocation of predator and prey, animals in conflict, and my flight instinct was what carried me then, faster than I'd gone yet before. But still she crept closer behind me as I ran. She had to be no less than a hundred yards behind me now.

Then the final architect of my doom, like a divine joke, revealed itself to me.

A confluence is what it's called in geography when two rivers meet to form a new one. Two powerful forces of nature, unerringly cutting down even stone over years upon years, colliding together and joining to become one even stronger river.

That was what all my running had led me to, my final destination: the unnoticed river to my left that had suddenly wound like an angel of death out of the trees and joined up with the other. The river that I thought was my only friend lost in these fucking woods had betrayed me, leaving me at a dead end with nowhere to run to. River to my left, river to my right, and massive, charging skunkgirl behind me. It was over.

I turned to face her, finally out of will to keep running. She bore down on me with murder in her eyes and awe-inspiring power in her legs. Time to accept my disgusting fecal demise. Exactly what she had warned me of.

Then I saw it.

Water held no sympathy for me today, but another had met the same betrayal. On the bank of the lefthand river was the husk of an old, wizened tree, the grandfather of its peers in the forest and likely the last remaining evidence of its era. But more importantly, it was tall. Taller, possibly, than the (admittedly narrow) river was wide. Tall, thin, and rendered unbalanced as the years of running water had eroded the dirt beneath it, leaving it halfway suspended in midair. It was a miracle it hadn't fallen over.

Yet.

My lust for life was renewed. In a moment the defeat I'd resigned myself to left my body and I sprung for my bridge-to-be, ramming it shoulder first. It shuddered, but remained.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" came her rapidly approaching voice. I could hear her pounding footsteps now.

Shit, shit, shit.

I backed up and rammed into it again. No dice. Again. Nothing.

"Nice... fucking..." she snarled, lunging at me.

I said one last prayer and thrust forwards with all of my strength.

"TRY!" I felt her hand grasp at where my neck had been, her fingers brushing against the top of my back as my body was carried forward by the momentum of my charge. The tree had given way, and I clung onto it for dear life as it fell, sliding down the bank and collapsing over the lefthand river, forming my escape bridge.

It nearly shook me into the roaring water below as what had been its peak slammed into the basin at the far end of the river. But still, with the same tenacity that had kept me alive so far, I held firm.

I slowly got to my feet on the trunk of the dead tree. She'd fallen headlong forward, and stood slowly, gaining her footing at the same time as me. How ironic, the beast that had been charging at me like a grizzly was now hard-pressed to stand. I supposed there were ups and downs to that much weight.

She started to step onto the tree to follow after me, but hesitated. It was for good reason, too: she was several hundred pounds of fat, disgusting skunkwoman, and this was a fragile, long-dead tree. I was small, it could hold my weight. Hers, not so much. If she tried to cross after me it would surely collapse beneath her weight and send us both into the water below. She wanted to catch me, but surely not enough to kill us both.

I turned and carefully began to sidle down the length of the tree.

"You..." she growled, "I'll fucking... I'll fucking kill you! I'll bury you underneath a mountain of my shit!"

I reached the other end of the fallen tree, and with a leap landed in water that wasn't even ankle deep. As I stepped out of the river, leaving behind a shoe in the muck, I turned to see her stepping into the water.

In what could have been a nightmare I envisioned her fording the river with just her body mass, carrying herself through even roaring rapids with pure bulk. But she seemed to think better of it, and stopped.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" she roared at me from across the river. "YOU'RE MY FUCKING ASS CUSHION! YOU SNIFF MY FUCKING FARTS!"

But I was already continuing my run for safety, leaving her far behind.

Fifteen minutes or so later I finally came upon what to me was hallowed sanctuary, my campground. My camping buddies were shooting the shit around the idling pickup truck, already having packed everything up to leave - well, everything but the beer, which they held a can of each.

"Hey!" yelled Chris. "Looks like the big hotshot hiker is back from that fucking morning hike!" Did... they seriously think I got back to camp after they went to bed and then just went on another hike before they woke up?

"Get in the truck," Bailey hollered at me. "We've been waiting for you to get... wait... oh god, what the fuck? Jesus christ, what the fuck is that smell??"

I was barely into camp and they all started coughing.

"Jesus Christ, no, I don't know what the fuck you got into but you're not getting into the pickup like that," said Chris, the truck's owner, holding his nose. "Not when you kept us waiting for this fucking long."

"Wait, I was-" I tried to say, but before I had a chance to explain myself they'd piled into the truck without me.

"Go get John and the others to drive you home!" yelled Charlie out the window as Chris drove off.

"They left yester...day..." I trailed off as they peeled out. Assholes. Fucking drunken assholes. I hope they get into a car accident, I thought.

Well, fuck. At least demon skunkgirl from hell probably wasn't going to catch up to me at this point, but how the fuck was I going to get home?

I thought on it for a while, but there was really only one course of action I could think of. I'd have to head out to the highway and stick out my thumb, do a little hitchhiking. One thing was for sure, though, in my condition.

It was gonna be real fucking hard to get anyone to let me in their car now.