Jill and I headed arm and arm to the front gate, our skunk spray and pie covered bodies combining with my previously black and white skunk costume drew all kinds of stares, but at least made it easy to clear a path. I could feel the costume's adhesive tugging at my skin as we walked, a nagging reminder that while we may have won this round, my humiliating ordeal was still far from over.

As we reached the front gate, Jill notified the staff of Jodi's location. On a whim she also called the local news letting them know that a philanthropist was doing a fundraiser at the zoo, and that anyone was welcome to throw a pie for charity. She hoped that the news cameras would get there before a locksmith could be summoned to release Jodi.

In the parking lot, I asked Jill if she'd like to come over to my place to get cleaned up. "No way, we can't go back there, Jodi will be furious and she knows where you live. We can go to my place." Jill said in a low, nervous sounding voice. "If she was willing to glue you into a skunk costume for what you did before, who knows what unhinged revenge she'll try after what we did to her today!?" We walked in silence for a few steps until Jill smiled lustfully, "Besid4es, I'm not missing this opportunity to have my very own giant talking skunk for the week! Looks like you're all mine, Little Stinker."

At Jill's insistence, I followed her car in mine. We drove out of the city and onto the highway. The suburbs began to thin out, and the landscape turned to rolling hills, then into a network of farms. After a few miles on a winding road on the edge of a forest Jill pulled into a gate in front of a small farmhouse. From the skunks on the doormat, I gathered this was her place. Behind the house was a newly constructed barn and fences. I could see from the chicken coop, rabbit hutch, and pig sty with the squeals of pigs that skunks weren't the only animals Jill was fond of. A horse nickered from a barn stall at Jill's approach. "Well, we're home." Jill stated happily.

I stretched from the long drive and spotted a hose pipe by the barn. "May I rinse myself off?" I asked politely. "No! I'll do it!" Jill giggled. She leapt for the faucet and let loose a blast of icy water, sweeping it over my pie and stench encrusted costume while laughing uncontrollably. As my fur went from filthy white and cream colored back to black and white, Jill decided I was as clean as I would get this way and released the nozzle. I shivered from the cold, my outfit now sopping wet.

"Would you like me to rinse you down?" I asked chivalrously. "No thanks, there's a shower with hot water in the barn." she giggled. I rolled my eyes and aimed a blast from the hose at her perfect butt. Jill erupted in laughter once more, then disappeared into the barn. I paced around the barn and explored the barnyard in the setting sun when Jill emerged, hair wrapped in a fluffy towel and carrying a jug of clear liquid. "Here, this will take the smell away. The hydrogen peroxide neutralizes the smell while the dish liquid cuts through the oil of the skunk musk." she explained as she passed me the jug. "Once the worst of it is off, a hot bath in the solution should take care of the rest, then we can figure out how to get you out of that suit."

After a long soak in Jill's clawfoot bathtub I was smelling and feeling much better. I toweled my costume off as best I could and stepped out to the wonderful smell of pasta and garlic bread. We dined by candlelight excitedly rehashing the events of the past three days. Had it only been three days? It felt like a world away. I cleared the dishes and rinsed them in the farmhouse sink. "Are you ready for dessert? I'll be right back!" Jill disappeared out the kitchen door with a knowing wink.

I sat looking around at the kitchen. The decor was warm and very feminine, but nearly every mug, painting, or nick-nack featured a skunk. My phone chimed a notification. "Dessert is ready in the barn" with a familiar skunk emoji.

I stepped outside into the cool night air and followed the warm light coming from the barn door. In the center of the barn, Jill sat on a hay bale surrounded by tarps. She wore the same latex skunk leotard and headband she'd worn when she'd started this mess on Friday, complete with its inflatable latex skunk tail. In her curled blonde locks two latex skunk ears peeked out from the latex headband, and nearby was a workbench piled high with thick cream pies. "No fair if you're the only one who gets to dress like a skunk. Besides, I promised you I'd let you get me back." she grinned. Her tone shifted, "Are you ok with skunk scent? Especially if I'm the one covered in it?" she asked. "These pies are filled with skunk scent, but without the added dye "decorations" that yours had."

Prior to now all my recent experiences with skunk spray had been completely against my will. It dawned on me that at no point of the past three days had I been repulsed by the scent. In fact, I'd begun to associate the smell with the arousal of being humiliated. "Yes, I'm ok with it if it makes you happy." I offered honestly. Her expression softened from self-consciousness to relief.

"Well then, then pick a pie, and your target." Jill challenged. I carefully selected a pie and lightly sniffed it. Unmistakably skunk-scented. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked gently. Jill nodded, taking the bait. "I'm sure! Let me have it!" She ordered sternly. I obliged, grinding the pie into per pretty face with a twist, the two of us gasping at the release of the scent. I could see Jill's breathing grow faster. "You little stinker!" Jill giggled. "Is that all you've got?!" she barked with a sly grin. I selected another pie. "Um, would you mind standing up please?" I asked. Jill rose gracefully. I roughly slapped the pie onto her ass beneath her tail as she yelped at the unexpected force and new waves of smell hung in the air. Jill began to finger herself absent-mindedly as she moaned lightly. I selected another pie and massaged it into her latex-clad breasts. "Yea!" She breathed. "I want you, NOW!" she exclaimed surprising me with a stinky, messy hug, pulling me onto the now pie-covered tarps.

She clawed at the opening to release me as we writhed in passion in the mess within the warm barn. "Don't stop!" Jill pleaded as we were both nearing release, she whispered in my ear, "Wanna know how to really learn to love skunk smell?" I could tell my expression was puzzled as my rhythm faltered. Jill reached for a pie and slapped the thick, reeking mess into my face forcefully as we both released in a wave of pleasure, panting. We nuzzled each other in the mess, overwhelmed with the sensations of the sticky mess and earthy, pungent smell. As our breathing returned to normal amid the afterglow, our hearts sank as we heard a lone figure clapping sarcastically from the barn doorway.