The dog yelped and dropped to the ground. It started smearing its muzzle on the pavement, whining as it tried futilely to wipe off the torrent of oily stench the skunkette had drenched it with. Jim gagged as the overwhelming stink reached her nostrils. She staggered several steps away from the dog, her eyes watering and burning just from her proximity to her target. She held her nose, but it seemed to do little good. If it was this bad for her, the dog certainly had reason to whine. Jim almost felt sorry for it, but it had attacked her, after all.
Jim realized that her tail was still raised behind her, muscles tensed in case a repeat performance was necessary. It obviously wasn't. Jim grinned, feeling smug. There wasn't much that was going to tangle with her in this form. Not twice, at any rate.
And then. . .
Fri Apr 14 13:48:11 2000