A request from my friend  sournote103. After writing this I remembered how fun writing requests can be, and that I need to write more silly stories like this. XP

Tiran and Rerim stop off in the bayou, but as they're picked up by an exceptionally stinky skunk they can only want to turn back and go home, but that's not a choice when the skunk's got a few plans in mind.

I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear what you all think! ^^

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The bayou was the once place that Tiran and Rerim hadn’t expected on their trip across America, and as they stepped off of the plane they both winced as they saw some of the locals waiting to greet them. The skunk that approached them was wearing ridiculous overalls that had grease marks all over them from what they could only assume was mud, or at least that’s what they were hoping it was as he pulled the pair into a large hug that gave them both a whiff of his “natural odor”. “Howdy buds, it’s sure nice ta see that you’ve come to our little town on your big city tourin’!”

“T… thanks…” Tiran grunted, he was holding his breath as the skunk rubbed his rather nasty pits against his face. The smell alone made him queasy, and from the look on Rerim’s face it wasn’t much better for the bear.

“It’s no problem’o my compadre,” the hillbilly skunk said, and from how yellow his teeth were the idea of brushing was pretty far from his first thoughts.

Rerim staggered back and took a few wheezing breathes as he caught his second stride, and though he knew that they should leave right them some part of him thought it might be rude to show such a chipper person the boot after just meeting them. “Tiran, should we go?” he murmured to the otter as the skunk started on a long spiel about what country life was like in the bayou. He didn’t want to feel guilty for making the choice of leaving the nice (yet stinky) skunk, so he’d let the otter.

“I’d say so,” Tiran grunted, he knew that the skunk’s odor would be sticking to him for a while yet. All he wanted now was a shower, and to be on the next plane to their next location.

For the skunk though he was oblivious of the fact that the pair wanted to leave as he grabbed both of their arms with a surprising strength as he grinned. “Now you two come on and we’ll have some nice gator stew at my momma’s, she makes the dang best gator you two will ever eat!”

“G…. g… gator?” Rerim squeaked, the idea of eating a lizard was not high on his list, and one cooked by someone who lived in the bayou only pushed it down farther.

“Yuuup, I can tell that you’re excited! Now don’t you worry my big bellied friend, we’ll get ya some nice grubbin,” the skunk chuckled, patting Rerim’s stomach.

“I’m not big bellied…” Rerim grumbled, patting his stomach.

“No you’re not don’t worry, Rerim,” Tiran said, smiling and patting his friend’s arm before glaring at the skunk, but before he could make a remark he found himself getting grabbed by the skunk once more.

“Come on you two! It’s time to get us some grub, and fill you two up so you can fit right in!” the skunk cheered, and though Tiran and Rerim tried to pull away it was futile as the skunk had the grip of a muscleman. They found themselves being tossed into the back of an old pickup, and were bouncing around the trunk as the old truck ran over old roots that’d broken through the tar with years of effort.

“Iiiieyeye wanteeehh offfff…” Rerim rumbled, the bumps slurring his words as they rolled across the bayou roads until they reached a dock where the skunk stopped finally. “Oh thank god…” Rerim moaned, his face green and Tiran’s wasn’t far away from the same color.

Hopping out of the truck the skunk just grinned as he saw the pair clambering their way out of the trunk with green faces. “Look at that, you two can’t even wait to try my mama’s cookin’! You’re so green you must’ve been dreamin’ up how to eat it, and it turned ya both green!”

“That… that’s the stupidest…” Tiran grumbled, but he had to stop talking before he threw away the expensive airline food that they’d bought together at the last airport.

“Yup, I know mama’s gonna love you two!” the skunk roared, and as he dragged them across the rickety dock both heaved dangerously as they saw the dingy that he’d patched together that would be bringing them across the lake. On the boat was the word “Belli” scrawled in very messy paint. “I’m glad I put my name on this here boat, or someone might’ve tried to take it!”

“Your name is, Billy?” Tiran grunted, his stomach finally settling down.

‘ “That’s what’s written, ain’t it?” the skunk chuckled, his body giving off a particularly ripe smell as he helped them into the boat. “My mama told me that to impress others I had ta learn how ta spell, so I did! I think I did real well on this here boat,” he chuckled, patting the rotting wood.

Rerim looked very upset as the skunk started to paddle the little ship towards a small island in the middle of the lake, and if Tiran had been paying more attention to his friend he would’ve noticed the bear was very seriously contemplating pushing the skunk into the lake. “Tiran, we have to get away as soon as we can,” the bear whispered to the otter, his eyes carefully placed on the skunk who was jabbering away about nothing.

Tiran though wasn’t exactly ready for any action shots as he was queasy from the rocking of the boat, and as much as he agreed with his friend he could barely keep in his food let alone speak. The smell of the bayou was disgusting; even more so than Billy shockingly, and that was saying a lot. Tiran heaved a few times as he thought about the food he had eaten, and Rerim had to turn his head as his friend ralphed up his food. “Emptyin’ your stomach for mama’s food? Now that’s a great idea!” Billy cheered, completely interpreting the situation wrong.

The pair groaned in relief as the boat hit the shoreline safely as they didn’t want to touch the murky green water of the lake, and even as they stepped onto shore they noticed a green head surfacing and looking at them hungrily. “Oh god…” Rerim muttered, the alligator was disappointed that its food had escaped.

“Oh look at that big’un, I’ll have ta catch him later!” Billy said cheerfully, he then led the pair towards his house. “I can’t wait ta show you my mama, she’s the best cook out here!” Billy wasn’t paying attention though as he led the pair right into a mud pit, and all three of them fell in spewing them with the muck.

“Noooo!” Tiran screamed, jumping up as his vest soaked in the muck turning a nasty color. “This cost so much money!”

Standing up Rerim didn’t look pleased either as his jacket dripped with the mud, and from the way his lip quivered he was sentimental about the jacket. “Woooowee!” Billy cheered, hopping up with a big yellow grin. “Nothing like a good mud splash! I didn’t mean ta do that, but it was great anyhow!” Glancing the muddy pair over he chuckled as he patted them both on their shoulders. “Great now ya both have a reason ta change into a nice pair of overalls!”

From the glare that Tiran gave the oblivious skunk it was obvious that a pair of overalls wasn’t his dream clothing, but Billy just led them on. As they reached the skunk’s house they noticed a horribly written note on the door that neither one of them could understand, but as Billy glanced at it he could read it perfectly. “Looks like my mama is out gator huntin’ for the next week, but thankfully she left us some of her world famous gator stew!”

The pair couldn’t even pretend to be excited as they were hurried inside by the supersized skunk, and they soon found themselves being dressed in muddy overalls. For Rerim it was almost a good fit, but his body was still too small to fit inside of the giant overalls. For Tiran it was a joke to see him inside of the enormous overalls, and as he tried to take a step he nearly tripped over himself. “This is ridiculous…” the otter moaned, but Billy thought they looked perfect.

“Ya both look great! Now let’s get some grubbin’ in our bellies!” He pushed both towards the kitchen where there was a visible green gas floating through the air coming from an enormous pot. “Ahhh… smell that fresh gator!” Billy said cheerfully, patting both of his visitors on their backs.

“God, that smells rank,” Rerim said, waving the air in front of his face. Small brown hairs were sprouting from his chin as he was forced to take a seat at the table.

Tiran sighed in relief as he was too short to smell any of the rank gasses, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before he was forced to eat the disgusting gunk that their “generous” host was offering. “After we eat let’s get going,” Tiran muttered to Rerim.

“We have to eat it?” Rerim whined, but for some reason that he couldn’t shake the idea wasn’t completely terrible.

The otter was about to explain why when he realized how bad he needed a restroom, and it wasn’t going to wait. “Billy, where’s your bathroom?!” he shouted, jumping up as his bladder screamed for release.

“It’s down the hall, last one of your left,” the skunk said, he was in the process of adding a few garlic bulbs to add some flavor to the stew before feeding his visitors.

Before Rerim could blink his little otter friend was off and gone to the bathroom, and for some reason he found himself craving some of the rank smelling stew. “H... how much longer ‘till it’s done?” he asked, not noticing his slight slip up.

Billy took a big sip of the stew and groaned in delight before pouring two bowls full of the stew. “It’s all ready right now, and I’ve got ta say it’s the best in a loooong while!”

As the bowl was set in front of the bear he took a big whiff before coughing a few times as the disgusting odor hit his nostrils, but still his stomach called for it. More brown hairs sprouted from his face, and already a beard was forming on his originally clean chin. Rerim took the spoon in hand and hesitantly took a sip, retching as he taste the god-awful gator stew. His stomach as repulsed as it was though demanded more, and Rerim found himself unable to deny his body the disgusting liquid. As if his very life depending on the stew the bear chowed down on it, and so his mind started to throw away any smart ideas and started to replace them with a far simpler way of life, and for some reason he found that his clothes weren’t as loose anymore…

Tiran on the other hand was mortified as he looked at the hole in the ground that was the bathroom, and from the smells that were leaking out of it he swore it should’ve been a quarantined zone. His body though called for its use, and though the otter didn’t know it upon being squeezed into Billy’s stinky pit he’d been dosed with a healthy smear of skunk sweat which was corrupting his body. Rerim hadn’t been affected as he was nearly as tall as Billy which meant he had escaped the cruel fate, but as Tiran debated on using the toilet already his tail was changing colors from its usual gray into a puffing black and white.

“M… maybe I should just hold it…” Tiran muttered, but as he stared into the pit a dullness came into his mind as he realized that it was where he should be using the latrine. “Nahhh… a latrine’s a latrine,” he grunted, not noticing his voice dropping slightly. The word latrine was new too, but Tiran’s need to use the bathroom was overpowering him. His body popped a few times as he started to painstakingly grow, but Tiran didn’t notice as he relieved himself.

Letting out a loud burp, Rerim pushed his bowl towards Billy who already had his scoop in hand for another dose of the stew. “Fill ‘er up, Billy. My belly’s grumbling like your good ol’ mama,” he grunted. Rerim’s normally tame hair was growing out along with his new beard that was becoming thick and luscious, and his brain was throwing away a bunch of fancy words that he knew he didn’t need in the bayou.

“You got’er, Teddy,” Billy grunted, filling up another bowl.

The name shouldn’t of meant anything to Rerim, but as his brain drained all of that useless knowledge the name seemed to fit as his ursine stomach bulged in his overalls. “Thank’ya kindly, Billy,” Teddy said, and as he downed another bowl he grinned with his yellowing teeth at the other redneck.

Tiran’s overalls tightened as he grew larger and dumber, and he couldn’t care less as he let out a loud and smelly burp. “Yuuuppp… this is the life right here,” he chuckled, after going to the bathroom he zipped up and scratched his bum as he stepped out letting his body soak in the glorious odor of the bathroom. Already his face was growing a nice thick beard, and his teeth were yellowing.

The skunk’s eyes were swirling as he walked towards the other rednecks, and though Tiran wasn’t quite finished changing yet his shoes popped off as they grew larger and let off a rank odor. “Fill me up a bowl, Billy. I’m ready for your mama’s homemade stew,” he chuckled, his stomach still too small for his own liking.

“Ya got it, Skunk,” Billy said, smiling as he poured another bowl from the almost endless pot of gator stew.

“Skunk…” the skunk moaned, and he remembered that his pa didn’t want him forgettin’ that he was a proud skunk. So he had given him a simple name to remember, and so it had stuck that he was Skunk the skunk. “Thank goodness that my pa didn’t make my name too complimcated, or I might’ve forgottin’ it,” he grunted, slurping down a stew with a quick flick of his thickening wrist.

Once the overalls had hung loose on the pair, but now as they scratched at their thick beards and have several bowls of soup they fit the pair perfectly. Their sweaty pits let out an almost deadly odor that they couldn’t’ resist, and with Skunk’s special attributes along with Billy they could fill the little house nicely with their personal smells. “Well boys, we’re all outa gator stew,” Billy said, his face slightly sad.

“Well why don’t we rustle up some more, Billy?” Teddy said, his grin easy to see even through his thick beard.

“Yeah! Ain’t there that big fat one outside?” Skunk asked, remembering the green eyes surfacing earlier after that nice boat ride through the bayou.

Billy grinned at the pair and nodded. “Yeah! Let’s go grab us some galoshes and hunt us up some gators!” The three rednecks cheered as they got their hunting gear, and got ready to go catch them some gators.