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Following the Smelly Trend (Preview)
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 13:54:53 +0000 UTCA preview for an upcoming Skunktember/SepTOONber tale featuring some Pepe Le Pew TFing! Enjoy!
“I'll be back soon, sweetie, just a lot fuzzier.” Emily smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He kissed her back.
With that, she turned and headed over to the Pepe that called for her. This one in his blue outfit was a classic, cartoony-looking one, reaching her hips in height. “Bienvenue, madame!” he declared with a bright, shining smile, “Shall moi take you to your date with destiny?”
Emily nodded quietly. “Zen I shall take you back! Pleaze follow moi!” He motioned to her as he turned and headed back through the door, the young woman following closely behind.
They walked for a bit through a surprisingly large back area full of winding hallways and seemingly endless doors. Emily followed along, listening as Pepe talked the entire time. “So, moi have reviewed your file and, how you zay, everyzing should be ready for you! You are ready for zis, mademoiselle?”
“I-I am.” Emily was eager but still very nervous. This was going to be a life-changing change, even if it was only temporary. Her body couldn't help but shiver anxiously or heart race. A whole new experience, one so exciting and scary at the same time.
Eventually, they stopped at one of the many doors along the way. Pepe opened it to a very large, wide, and mostly empty room. Mostly empty because there were only a few minor things actually there. There were tarps and newspapers laid over the floor, so much so that she couldn't tell if there was carpet or hardwood flooring.
The big things though were the two large paint cans in the center of the room, one with a white lid and one black. They each had a label that read Odeur De Peinture. with Blanc and Noir on the white and black cans respectively. Beside them laid a few brushes of various shapes and sizes.
It seemed like the room was to be painted, but Emily knew what the deal was. It was all part of the treatment she was getting.
“Now, pleaze stand here in ze middle of ze room!” Pepe informed her, holding his hand out in that direction, “Ze team who'll be working on you will be here shortly. Okay, mon chérie?”
“Ummm, oui?” Emily meekly said. The cartoon skunk just laughed, shaking his head as he left her in the room, closing the door behind him.
Left alone, she did as she was told, walked to the center of the room and waited. She took a long, deep breath and released it. She glanced at the paint cans beside her, realizing that the lids were already popped on them. She could see it, the goopy, thick as oil paint within them.
The sight made her heart beat just a little faster. A soft gulp left her throat, her foot nervously tapping the ground. Hope they're here soon or I'm gonna have an anxie-
As if hearing her plea, the door opened. Two new Pepes stepped into the room, one cartoon-sized and in a pink doctor's garb while the other was Emily's height but had a null big, round bottom. Entering after them was a normal-looking guy, dressed like a normal-looking doctor. That was somewhat relieving in a way.
“Hello!” the human said, approaching Emily and holding out his hand. “My name is Patrick Bridges, and I'll be overseeing the treatment! My friends here will be handling the actual duties given the more complex, toony antics at work.”
“Moi name is Pepe Le Pew, madame!” the cartoony Pepe said, holding out his paw.
“I am Pepe as well, mademoiselle!” the other taller Pepe added, also holding out his paw. Emily shook all three of their hands, finding the Pepes’ paws to be quite ticklish on the skin.
Patrick looked at the tablet he had brought in, swiping up a few times on it. “Mhm, yep. Reviewing the file with the team, this shouldn't be a problem. You'll be skunked up in no time.” He looked at her. “Though, I must ask, are you ready for this? I don't want us to proceed if you're having any last second doubts.”
Emily nodded, hesitating only a second before answering, “I'm ready for this. I want this treatment. I want this Pepe look. Do what you want.”
I am ready for this. I am ready to be a Pepe. She reconfirmed it in her mind, trying to hush any lingering doubt there may be. She quietly gulped, trying to steady her nerves.
