On the Scene with Sweet Fragrance

(contains skunk clone TF, MtF TG, twins making out, and poor customer service)

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Finding out a new perfume shop had opened was exciting on the level of neighbors declaring they had clipped their toenails. Actually, those three psychopaths living on the floor above Wendel could probably find a way to make that mundane task a matter of life or death. Digressing aside, it was still a mostly uninteresting adventure not worth a day's investigation over.

Until the three psychopaths upstairs had invited the bunny to a game of indoor soccer. In which case, he was more than happy to get as far away from them as possible. For research purposes, he told them, not because their last game of soccer burned down four buildings. Only reason there were no casualties was that everyone caught in the flames was reborn as anthro phoenixes with boobs to rival pumpkins. To this day, he still wondered how they resolved all the lawsuits.

But that was neither here nor, thankfully, there. A commercial fluff piece for the papers was better than buying another wardrobe for a J-cup figure. Wendel straightened out his tie and button-up shirt before pushing the glass door open. He was already making notes to find some way to work a pun in the headline about this place's name. When shopping for something to help smell nice, 'Stinky Britches' did not sound like a place to go.

Surprisingly there came no chime or tinkle of bells that usually signaled a new customer's entrance. Otherwise, the interior was about how he expected it; glass cases, shelves, and tables all loaded with displays of widely exotic spray bottles. It took a second before the bunny was wrinkling his nose from the onslaught of smells. They were faint, but a few dozen in a closed room was torture to some anthros. Might as well make them a soup of garbage for all he was concerned. The insane tag prices were probably more for the bottle crafting than a few drops of oil.

"Welcome to the Blooming Rose," a soft female voice broke through the quiet store. From behind a draping of beads emerged a skunk woman. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled as they greeted a dumbstruck Wendel with a bright smile. Fluffy red hair was braided and tucked under a beret. "How may I help you today?"

Once Wendel collected his jaw from the floor, he saw most of this skunk's figure was hidden under a baggy tie-dye shirt and pants. Someone was clearly a fan of the sixties, but he was not about to hold that against her. At least until he could ask about dinner.

"Yeah, uh, am I in the right place?" Wendel gestured back toward the door, letterings. "We talked about an interview over the phone."

"Oh, right," the woman's eyes narrowed for a second before shrugging. "The previous owners forgot to remove their signs on the way out. I'm still waiting for my replacement order. Believe me, it's not helping my first month of business."

"Oh, I can believe it. But that's something I can probably help with. I'm Wendel, a journalist."

"Ah, yes! I had a feeling you'd be here soon." In a surprising move, the skunk stepped past Wendel's offered hand to give him a full-body hug. Hot blasts of her breath across his neck fur had his fluffy tail wagging furiously by the time she broke the embrace. "Spirits bless you for wanting to give me a little press. You can call me Jannalor, or Jan for short. May I get you some tea?"

"Sure, why not?" Wendel blushed deeply, ears draped across his back, unsure how to proceed with this delightful goddess and her thick black tail. Only thing that was killing his lovesick vibe was how Jan's curled fluffy appendage reminded him too strongly of Desmond; a psychopath from the floor above his home. "Your family big on nature, I take it?"

Jan's expression really went sour as she led Wendel back through her bead curtain. "Hell no! My dad is a board member at a bank branch, and my mom is all about real estate. Freakin Boomers are why we're all about to suffocate from lack of trees. At least what I do is organic, mom! It doesn't require tearing down decade-old parks for no reason!"

Taking a deep breath, she looked to Wendel as if forgetting he had been there. The glittering eye smile returned while directing her bunny guest to a chair where a tea set was already piping hot for him. "Sugar?"

"Um, sure." Wendel forced his own pronounced front teeth smile. Before now, only his landlord was able to pull off sweet to raging emotion changes in seconds. The way Jan's tail frizzled while she fumed had him worried about getting sprayed on impulse.

Luckily the atmosphere calmed down while Jan poured them both steaming teacups. "This is fresh from my own garden, too. Hopefully, I can get the greenhouse set up to start selling teas on the side."

"Not a bad plan to serve something different. There's too much coffee in Washington as it is." Wendel took a sip blinking with delight. Freshly cut tea leaves had that flavor no one can imitate. "Take it you also make your perfumes from the garden too?"

"Oh no," Jan said, pausing to drink some tea. "I get those from the spirits."

"Cool. Cool." Wendel took a few more sips, smacking muzzle to savor the flavor on his lips. "Mmh...wait, what!?"

"It's a pretty amazing story that I'm glad someone can finally help me share with the world." From under the table, Jan used both hands to heft up a thick leather-bound book. It's moldy worn cover made it look several centuries out of time while delicate hands worked under the clip straps. "I inherited this book three years ago from my grandma, who was also the first spirit to ever lend me powers. My family has a long deep history across six countries where we learned many valuable insights to commune with nature and befriend our departed so they may continue to help us move forward."

Wendel to a long sip of his tea, watching the skunk perk up with the opening of her tomb. Pages flipped by with various drawings or funny symbols being pointed out by her manicured claws. The waterfall of words pouring out of her mouth might as well been gibberish while the bunny reset his mental plans for dinner alone.

"...and so after I gained the ability to commune with any spirit, I wanted to help bring positivity back into others. Not just with dead people, but animals and even plants. I'm pretty sure I got acquainted with an alien once, but it's hard to tell with incorporeal avatars. Infusing their essence with my oils can affect my customers in ways totally unique to anyone else. Isn't that really cool?"

"Yeah...sure…" Wendel finished his tea, took a deep breath, and managed to keep a straight face. "You're completely insane."

"I..e-excuse you!?"

"Look, you're a really sexiiiii-intelligent woman, but to be honest, I only came down here to get away from unorthodox madness. I already got to deal with mad scientists living above my apartment, a landlord bigger than a bus and twice as horny, and a witch that I swear is stalking me. No way in hell am I in the mood to deal with the undead making cheap bottles of stinky gunk magical."

"C-cheap!" Jan jumped to her paws, slamming the table. Just seeing that stripped tail fluff twice it's size had the rabbit toppling out of his chair for cover. "I take hours of my life just to make a pint of the best perfumes in the county, and you have the nerve to mock me? And here I was ready to give you my cell number, you twink."

"Hey. What now!?" Wendel's long ears poked back out from behind the chair. "When was that on the table?"

"Oh, don't think I didn't notice you were smitten the second I came out." Jan's anger deflated as her gaze drifted to her hands on the table. Eyes glistened with the first drops of water. "And here I was happy someone was genuinely interested in me and what I do. Nope! I'm still just the freak my parents always said I'd grow up to be. You could have at least waited to try a sample before insulting me to my face."

An equal amount of anger and remorse welled up inside Wendel. It was hard to keep falling for a pretty face when he was still paying for the last three. "Oh, here we go! What's the game this time? Going to make me a glass bottle full of my own 'scent?' Or am I just going to end up a ditzy bimbo pushing out flyers on the sidewalk?"

"...what?" Jan blinked, too dumbstruck by the accusations to remember she was supposed to be upset.

"You know what, I don't care." Wendel stood from his chair, ears whipping around as he surveyed the office space. Spotting a lone perfume bottle atop a very neat desk, he made a beeline for it. "I just wanted one normal day of work, but if we gotta do this every other interview, I'd rather just get it over with."

"Um…" Jan continued trying to make sense of this angry bunnies rambling. Whatever was his malfunction became second fiddle upon realizing his intentions. She raised a warning paw in horrified concern, but Wendel was already applying a liberal amount of perfume all over his body. "That's my…"

"Smells kind of nice actually," Wendel said with pink nose twitching. An almost pleasant smile broke his grumpy facade for a split second before he recovered. "So, what was your plan for me with this? Am I going to have a drop in IQ, or just blimp up into a balloon?"

It was a long time before Jan found the sense to do anything but stare back. When the wheels finally did start turning, she made Wendel jump by falling out of her chair in a fit of laughter. The bunny just sort of set the bottle down, wanting to keep a safe, and confused, distance. 

"Oh my gods and goddess!" she declared once her plump chest stopped heaving for breath. The table had to be used for a brace to support her trembling legs. "What the hell kind of people have you been interviewing? Because I'm really going to have to start subscribing to your zine. Your life sounds like a perfect Netflix series."

Wendel had to pause to think that out himself. Acting out in anger suddenly seemed like a horrible idea. "Wait, so you're not plotting to sell transformative perfumes?"

"Of course not! What evil sons of bitches do that?"

"...I defer you to my scientist's neighbors, as mentioned earlier." That got another good laugh out of Jan, making Wendel want to melt into the floor. At least the mood was shifting to something more relaxed. He reached back to scratch an itch at his stubby tail, which felt really frazzled in his palm. "Um, sorry about the rant. That was like, a year's worth of frustration. So this stuff really doesn't cause some crazy physical effects."

FOOMPH!!

"Oh no, that bottle totally does," Jan said through barely repressed giggles. Watching Wendel's tail explode out behind him into a thick black skunks limb was priceless. She almost lost it again when the bunny wobbled about trying to counterbalance the heavy new weight on his butt. "It's a special brew my grandma helped make, especially for me. Did you think I was always this pretty...or female…?"

"Oh," was all Wendel could get out. His gaze whipped from the fluffy black and white striped bush sticking out his spine to the full skunk, only for Jan to avert her gaze with a blush. "So am I going to turn into a skunk or an exact copy of you?"

"...yes."

"Is that some attempt at snarky humor?"

"Hey! You walked headfirst into this mess."

"I admit to that, and now I'm just hoping your foot is going to taste good stuck in my mouth."

"Uuuhhhhhh…" This was certainly not how Jan expected something like an interview to go. Before she could even guess what kind of context Wendel was going for, the bunny had more pressing concerns.

"Hnnggghhh!!" Wendel groaned through grit teeth, which were gaining more of a sharp omnivore edge. Both hands clamped onto the seat of his pants, which did nothing to keep his butt from pushing back. Hips cracked into a wide childbearing girth that popped the pants button and zipper. That brought just enough slack around the hem for soft billowing fat to push it sharply down, exposing black fur and a big splash of white over the crack of a very plump ass.

Wendel knew the futility of trying to pull his pants over such a thick pelvis, especially when the legs started drawing tight around fattening thighs and calves. He managed to pop off his sneakers before a cramp pulled his heels into a high arch. The base and toes inflated triple in size to shred out the front of his cashmere socks as enormous skunk paws. It always had to be when he wore the good sets.

Peeling back the open flap in front, she only needed to see the flat crotch of her briefs to know what had happened there. Wendel's fat hips only became more emphasized with her bare waist caving inwards with a soft pop. Her stomach quickly became covered in white fur with black dying her sides and back. There was little doubt the strip in her new fluffy tail was following her spine up to the neck.

"Christ woman, how you hiding all this junk under there?" Wendel gasped, watching the buttons on her shirt puff out under the budding of fresh breasts. Shaking hands managed to unbutton the topmost before the milky balloons pulled them to their breaking point. Snowy white globes poured out the freed edges right into her surprised palms. Hands that promptly became gloved in the black fur as they slimmed into a refined bone structure. "Seriously, how much of this sexy is natural or the perfume?"

Jan giggled more, looking down at her rainbow-colored attire. "To be fair, it's been so long I lost track. Plus, I am wearing men's sizes. Keep complimenting me like that, though, and I might forgive the rudeness. Plus, you got a real nice ass."

"Well, I would certainly hope so," Wendel said, voice cracking with almost every word she spoke. Twisting around, she presented her fluffy tail to the other skunk, giving her jiggling flank a smack. In a voice identical to Jan's, she added, "This is your rump after all."

The smack seemed to reverberate through Wendel's being, causing her to shiver. A shake of the head sent her hair whiffing about in an explosion of growth. Red overcame the roots, washing down to the tips in a waterfall of recoloring. "Wait, why am I suddenly so okay with this?"

Jan could only shrug thinking about that. "Well, you did just bathe in my essence. You might be picking up a few of my quirks. And fair warning, I'm a lot less restrained outside interviews."

Wendel bit her lip even as they extended out into a sleeker skunk muzzle. The last bits of her long ears sunk back into a more smoothed skull, becoming rounded little nubs. "How...how unleashed are we talking about? Hey, what!?"

The oversized hippie shirt had hit the floor before Wendel could finish the question. Jan was all too flattered to find her twin gawking at her exposed tits in their orange bra. A simple click of the clasp allowed her to discard the garment also while making a slow walk towards the former bunny.

A devious glimmer in those aqua jeweled eyes made Wendel match her steps backward. At least until her bloated behind squished against the edge of Jan's desk. Hands slammed down on the counter at either side of Wendel's hips, cutting off any escape paths. Their breasts became smooshed against her ribcage by mammaries that literally matched them in every way.

"Well, I'm a lesbian and totally in love with myself," Jan coed, playing with Wendel's long red bangs. They kept falling into her twins face in the exact reason why Jan preferred to braid it. "So it might be biased of me to say this turn of events is really hot."

"Um...t-thanks?" Wendel had no idea how a skunk could blush through black fur, but her face must have been finding a way. Not that this was the first time she had been made scared and aroused at the same time. It was a typical yet stupid post-transformation side effect. "N-not to sound ungrateful to you...mmmggghhh…but this does wear off, right?"

"Hmmm? No." Jan's hands had found their way inside Wendel's busted shirt. They gave the sides of her twin skunks bust gentle rubs and squeezes while pressing in further with her own white melons. Soft fur brushed their nipples, sending tickles of pleasure straight to both their loins.

It was because of this onslaught of stimulation that Wendel did not jump at her host in ager. After a bit more soft mammary massaging, Jan planted a kiss on Wendel's cheek before pulling back to give her sister some air.

"I mean, I can make an antidote, but why would I ever want to go back? I just apply a few sprays every day because it's easier than make-up."

"Pah! Pah!" Wendel had to swallow a hard lump, silently cursing how well another woman was working him over. Guess it kind of figured, being Jan's body and all would give her an advantage. "So can you…"

"Hey, you're the one that came in acting like an ass," Jan grinned as she emphasized her point with a slight twist of Wendel's right nipple. That got another adorable groan out of her twin, who clawed at the desk wood in tiny squirms. "My feelings are still a little hurt, so you're options are indulging me, or pay a hundred bucks."

"T-the fuck!? That's...that's blackmail."

"What are you? Cheap?"

Anyone that has ever had a lunch date with Wendel would know that term was a gross understatement of her financial priorities. Only trait worse was her sense of pride in denying such an issue. Whatever inhibitions she had about this turn of events vanished. She grabbed hold of Jan's head with both hands and pulled her twin across the span of their docked cleavage for a hard kiss.

Some days it occurred to Wendel that she should try not to act out of anger. Fortunately, Jan got into it after a few seconds of surprise. Hands roamed over each other's faces, stroking the soft fur, teasing the silky locks of their flaming red hair in an apparent petting contest. But it was their tongues doing the real battle. Wendel was not prepared for having a longer muscle, nor Jan's mastery of it. The original skunk was upon her twin in full force within seconds, brushing gums and sucking on sweet familiar lips with a gusto that stole their breath away.

This would have continued for ages if both skunks did not require breathing to live. Jan eventually surrendered to the burning of her lungs and broke their embrace. A stream of mixed spit still connected their lower jaw for several inches before snapping. "So I take it you want option A?"

Wendel's response took a moment. She got too lost in how their heaving lungs kept crushing their breasts together to realize she had been asked a question. "B-bitch! You won't be able to walk when I'm done."

"Ooooh?" Jan wiggled her hips, feeling Wendel's roaming hands tug off her pants into a pile around her paws. It was only then that Wendel learned she liked to go commando. "Is that a money-back guarantee?"

The grump face that got from Wendel looked so gosh darn adorable until Jan realized that was how she must also look when angry. Brushing off the notion, she returned the favor of relieving her 'sister' of their much tighter jeans and underwear. The effort to squeeze them off such overwhelming thighs reminded her why baggy clothes were always worth the investment.

"You better believe I mean business," Wendel said while stripping off her shirt and tie. "I ain't about to get stuck with both of our feet in my m-hhmppph!?"

"Sssshhh!" Jan said, having stood back up to jab two fingers into the mirroring skunks yapping maw. To her surprise, Wendel took to sucking on the soft pads of her fingertips without prompting. She used this to gently lay them back across the span of her desk. "Looks like you don't mind having things put in that fat mouth of yours anyway."

"Hey!!"

Another sour look went ignored while Jan had to pull her hand back to properly straddle her unwitting twin. Wendel did not get much more time to complain when her fellow skunk turned around to lower their plump butt onto her face. The thick musk seeping from Jan's damp pussy did not need ghost spirits to make captivating.

Jan could not help feeling the same way lowering her snout between Wendel's thighs. Seeing such a familiar slit from this perspective was a touch surreal in its eroticism. Wendel even had a matching mole on her right thigh. "Aah haah! Mmph!"

Givin the epic boob rubbing she had received so far, Wendel was a lot less interested in admiring the scenery. Her tongue brushed over Jan's welcoming pussy in several long licks sending shivers up her doppelgangers fluffy tail. Such sweet skunk flavor became addicting almost immediately, drawing Wendel's hands up to clench Jan's plump bottom. Another sharp bark escaped Jan as she felt her butt being pushed apart, granting the bottom skunk easier access into her vertical folds.

Jan was thankful she had at least some upper body strength. Each stab of Wendel's tongue drilled itself deeper into her tunnel until her whole body began shaking. It was probably taking all her clone had to keep her still. Well, she was not going to take such actions sitting down, especially on a challenger's face. Between repeated throes of pleasure, the perfume seller managed to part Wendel's legs enough to reciprocate a bit of saliva basting. It only took a few good brushing before Jan heard muffled barks under her chunky butt.

What she did not expect was for Wendel to buck her loins hard into the skunk seller's nose. Snorting on a partner's love juices was awkwardly gross in itself without them being technically her own. Placing a firmer grip on Wendel's thighs, she plunged in with renewed vigor. Having much more experience with this pussy meant she knew exactly where to stick her slender tongue for maximum effect. Just the edge Jan needed to make sure Wendel was the one that came first.

Jan could tell her copy was climbing the plateau just by how their tongue stabs slowed. Groans of pleasure became stronger, yet muffled with Wendel driving her skunk muzzle hard against Jan's butt like it was a pillow. She only needed a few more licks across their tenderized clit to get pushed over the edge. Wendel's whole body broke into hard undulations threatening to throw Jan off the desk. 

Jan could almost forgive it. Her clones orgasmic cries reverberated into her pussy, bringing her pretty damn close too. Hopefully, the adorable idiot remembered to finish her off, or they would have to really work for that antidote.

A soft click from beyond the bead curtain snapped Jan from her immediate fun, or as much as it could with rapid hot breaths blasting her soaked slit. Claws racked the black fur of Wendel's thighs, clenching back a moan as her insides gave a hard shudder. With one eye open, she managed to turn her head to the digital clock on the wall behind her desk. It kind of skipped the perfume seller's mind that she had opened twenty minutes ago.

"Hello?" A confused voice called out from the store.

"Y-Yes!" Jan bit her lip in another shudder, really wishing Wendel would dislodge their face from her ass. They were probably too lost in heaving afterglow to even comprehend time right now. Oh, goddesses, another hard shudder lead into a mounting tension. She was climbing. "I-I'll ah...be right with youuuuuuUUUOOOHHHHHAAAAGH!"

Figures Wendel would choose that time to realize what a clit was. In a dreamy daze, the skunk twin released Jan's butt to slide down and give her little pearl a pinch between both thumbs. That, combined with an affectionate lick across both cunt and sphincter, rocketed Jan over her plateau into a hard crash. With nothing to muffle her screams, Jan could only arch her back in several gasping barks as she came hard onto Wendel's face.

It probably sounded a lot more unexpected and dire to whoever had just entered, because Jan barely finished her climax before hearing the clinks of beads being pulled back. By then, her thoughts were so cloudy she settled into resting her head on Wendel's cum-soaked thighs to enjoy the afterglow. She could explain why identical naked skunks were entangled on her desk in a few minutes.