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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 15: Dumb Smells

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Roger stayed in his room for the rest of the night, though he was surprised to hear the grunts and moans of sex from down the hall after the sun went down. He had expected Lisa and Louise to be rather quiet, or even to try and kick him out for the evening, considering what they had said regarding how shy Louise could be, but then again, he imagined that they were trying to mark their room all the stronger. Probably something to keep his scent from being part of the whole household.

[i]Can’t blame them for that,[/i] he thought, crossing his arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. [i]All this stuff going on, I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked André to make me leave after we go to the doctors.[/i]

He sighed. They were good hosts, and he was learning well from them, but at the same time, he knew that his presence was a danger to them, too. They were at risk of giving into their feral instincts, and with Louise already pissed from the eggs that she wasn’t laying and Lisa looking to avoid going stupid, he couldn’t blame them if they wanted him to leave. If there was someone around that was able to affect him like that, he would want them gone, too.

Roger cocked his head to the side as the moans down the hall reached a fever pitch, and he bit his lips as he imagined what they must have looked like. The little Lisa, the big Louise, the pair of them grinding against one another. Were they using toys? Strap-ons? Or were they just pulling each other close and enjoying the taste of one another?

It was impossible to tell at a distance, and he wondered if he would enjoy the show.

Then he slapped himself, pushing the thought out of his head. That was unworthy of him, and downright rude to his hosts. He was supposed to be a good guest, someone that respected the Anthros that hosted him, not some sex fiend.

[i]Even if it would be kinda hot…[/i]

He slapped his cheek, rolling over so that he was on his side, and stared out the window. He could tell that this was going to be an annoying, long night, and he knew better than to reach down right then and there. There was a hard-on between his legs, and that was going to be doing enough begging for attention in a few minutes. He wasn’t going to encourage it.

Instead, he pulled his pillow down against his side, leaning on it and staring out the window. He couldn’t see the zoo, but he could imagine it. He remembered Wuru, and he remembered how hot it had been to have that power over someone else.

But he remembered how it felt to remember the sort of nasty things that humans had done to each other, too, and how easy it was to turn someone else dumb, submissive, stupid, eager out here. All the Anthros had some sort of reaction to his scent, and he was finding that more of them reacted like the Watfords and André than reacted like Louise and the others. If there were others like Wuru, the ones that wanted to go stupid and feral and still would submit to someone with greater power, then there were probably even more out there that were going to work with him than would try and dominate him.

[i]Don’t think about that.[/i]

But it was impossible not to. The idea that he could create his own miniature kingdom out here was more tempting than it should have been, and only common decency kept him from pushing the thought any further than he already had. The idea that André would be more than willing to help him if he kept the cheetah around for long enough had already been planted, and with one Peacekeeper could come more. He could indulge himself for as long as he wanted, have a harem – a city’s worth of a harem – at his beck and call, all of those sexy Anthro people doing what he wanted when he wanted it…

And he slammed his head down into the pillow, groaning under his breath as he kept banging his head against the pillow to the throbbing tune of his pulse through his dick.

[i]Shut up, shut up, shut UP, you stupid libido…[/i]

Roger knew that as soon as he came, he wouldn’t really want that anymore. The fantasy would dry up like so much water in the desert, but the smell would stick to the sheets and through the room, and it would be hard to air it out properly before the ladies came by in the morning.

[i]Ugh…[/i]

He rolled on his other side, his back sweaty against the sheets, and he was just about to close his eyes when he realized that the moaning had stopped. Instead, there was silence…no, almost silence.

There were footsteps in the hallway breaking it up, he realized, tentative ones that were coming from the ladies’ room. He cocked his head to the side, thinking that one of them were going to the bathroom before –

Click.

The doorknob turned, and his door opened a crack. Lisa poked her head in, and he lifted his, groaning.

“Hmm?” he muttered.

“…Can I come in for a minute?”

“If you don’t mind me being shirtless.”

“I don’t mind…”

The gecko had a robe on, a bathrobe that covered her flat chest and her legs down to her thighs. She sat down on the edge of the bed, putting her hands in her lap as she looked at the door. There were no sounds from further down the hall, nothing to suggest that Louise was going to follow her in.

“She asleep?” he asked.

“Drifting off. I said I was going to sit up for a bit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just…hard to stop thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Heh…too much, honestly. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I kinda envy that wolf. Sometimes, being dumb would be nicer than this sort of complexity.”

He nodded, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want to make it look like he was inviting her in for that sort of stuff, not when she had been so embarrassed the last time that she had been affected by his pheromones. Instead, he shifted the pillows around, giving her something to lean against, which Lisa did with a nod of thanks. She sat at the head of the bed, stretching her legs down towards the foot of it.

“I’m sorry. You’re probably sleepy,” she said.

“Can’t sleep much right now. Might as well listen.”

“Heh. Well. Thanks.”

She rubbed the back of her head, looking at the open door again. Roger imagined that was her security, a way of keeping herself safe. As long as it was open, she wasn’t allowed to go too far, and it would keep her from getting in trouble with her wife.

He appreciated that more than he expected. It meant that he had less temptation to take it further than he thought. Still some, to his shame, but not as much.

As they laid close to each other, he saw Lisa’s eyes occasionally twitch, her nostrils flaring as if sucking in the scent in the air. The open window kept the pheromones from being [i]as[/i] overwhelming, but he knew that he still had a fairly strong scent, and the fact that he had been sweating all day and all night would have affected things.

The gecko looked back at him a couple of times, her mouth opening, then closing. She kept looking away at the last second. Roger winced, wanting to say something, but knowing that he had to wait. This was her thing, and him pushing anything would only make it harder.

“I want…”

“Yes?” he asked.

“I want…I want to try…”

“…I hope you mean the smell and not dick.”

“Oh god, no!”

She shoved him, and he chuckled despite himself. At least that was a good ice breaker. Got her laughing and smiling, at least.

“No, no, I just…I thought I’d like to try the smell again.”

“You got kinda…dumb, you know. Last time.”

“Yeah, but…maybe I want that.”

“Why?”

“…Have you ever lived with someone that’s smarter than you?”

Roger nodded.

“Then you know that it gets a bit overwhelming sometimes. You keep trying to keep up, but they start talking, and you just…it feels like no matter how hard you push yourself, you always feel like you’re falling behind. Like you can’t reach them, even if you did your absolute best.

“Louise is great, and she’s wonderful, but…but sometimes, it’s too much.”

“But you’re always so…”

“In control?”

Roger nodded. He hadn’t seen a moment where the gecko hadn’t been the one calling the shots, or at least, feeling like she could start at any second. Louise had the size, but Lisa had the presence.

She sighed, nodding.

“It’s my way of dealing with it. If I keep in front of her like that, keep her from getting too into those topics, then I feel good with her. The minute that she starts getting into the biology studies and everything else she’s studied, I’m left in the dust. I just feel…stupid, I guess. I can’t figure out how to handle things, and it feels like I might as well just let her do everything.

“I don’t want to do that, but sometimes, she just gets on my nerves, I guess.”

“That doesn’t tell me why you want to be stupid right now, though.”

“Yeah, well…I just do.”

“If you want me to let you do that, you’re going to need to tell me a lot more than that, Lisa.”

“Ugh. Why? Don’t you want girls crawling all over you?”

“Honestly, yes, but that’s not the thing. I’m not going to do that without you giving me a damn good reason.”

“…”

The leopard gecko whimpered, looking down at the ground. She shuffled her legs through the blankets, almost like she was trying to ask him without asking him to cut her a break, but he refused. This was too big a thing to just let it happen without some sort of good reason.

Eventually, she gave in.

“Look. I just want to forget about stuff for a while. I can’t do that without getting…stupid. I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to take drugs. I just want to stop thinking about everything going so crazy.”

“Is that why you two were fucking so hard?”

“It worked…for a bit,” she muttered. “Now, I just need more.”

“And so, me?”

“Yeah.”

“…You’ll let me call the shots here, right?”

“You mean you’ll let me?”

She started to lean over, rolling her head down, but he caught her by the shoulders before she could make it closer than her nose against his. Even as she tried to push closer, he kept her there, forcing her to look him in the eye.

“Hold on. I didn’t say you could start yet.”

“Mmmph…come on…you just said –”

“I asked if you’d let me call the shots.” He had to grit his teeth as he pushed back against her. She was stronger than she looked. “Look. I want you to be able to relax, but you need to let me take care of you, okay? If I do this, I want you to promise that you’ll let me call it off if it starts looking like it’s too much. We don’t want you to completely go, right?”

“…No, no, we don’t.” She took a deep breath, nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded. “Now…slowly.”

Taking his hands from her shoulders, he allowed Lisa to lower herself against his chest. The gecko leaned her cheek against his pecs, nuzzling gently, and her nostrils flared as she started breathing in. He could feel the air passing through the airs there, over his nipples as she slowly took in the scent. When she started trying to go further down, he grunted, gently pulling her back by the back of her neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

She nodded, taking her time at his chest, just breathing in slowly, letting herself settle in. He noticed that she was slowly curling in a bit closer, pressing her body to him, letting her robe open. There were none of the curves that he had felt when pressed against Jolene, but this was not that sort of embrace. This was…this was something different.

Instead of pushing for intimacy, Lisa was pushing for warmth, pressing herself flush against him and not moving, letting her scaly body rub against his and soak up the warmth that was coming off of him. She breathed in slowly, closing her eyes and seeming to savor the bits of scent that she was getting from him.

One breath, puff.

One breath, huff.

One more, and she was smiling softly.

“Mmm…”

“You okay?”

“Just…happy.”

“Not stupid?”

“Not…very stupid…”

“But a little?”

“A little.”

She seemed to be liking that, odd as the thought was. He gently petted down her spine, letting her enjoy the warmth of his body letting her get comfortable against him in this weird little relationship that they were building up. When he realized that his hand was getting closer and closer to her ass, he stopped pushing down, and instead focused more on the feeling of just enjoying her scaly body against his.

That was better. That was safer.

She nuzzled up against him, curling up into a smaller shape as she rested her head against first his chest, and then down nearer his armpit. It felt a bit weird to have someone breathing in the smell from an area that he had always been told was offensive, but she let out a couple of happy sounds as she nuzzled him.

[i]Geez, this is weird…[/i]

And a bit boner-inducing, much as he tried to keep from thinking of it that way. His cheeks burned as he felt his cock throbbing under his pants, but at least Lisa wasn’t reaching for that. She seemed more focused on just enjoying his smell, his warmth, and his company. She curled her tail around his leg, pulling him a bit closer, and nuzzled her nose right up against his side, where his arm touched his chest.

[i]Okay, as long as she doesn’t start licking.[/i]

Thankfully, she didn’t. She didn’t push for anything more intimate, either, and just happily laid there.

That meant that he, however, had to stay awake. While he rubbed her back gently, keeping his hand well above the base of her tail, he made sure to keep an eye on her face. She didn’t start twisting up or anything like that, which meant that she probably wasn’t in the grips of any feral instincts, but he kept an eye out just to be sure.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty. He could feel her shifting slightly, almost like she was getting ready to fall asleep. He didn’t want to let that happen, but…

Well, looking at her face, he could tell that she was far calmer than she had been, and a lot less agitated. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world, and with the way that his pheromones affected her, that was probably true.

She looked peaceful, innocent, like she could stay there all day long and not care a bit about it. And that…

That was something that he couldn’t allow.

Roger reached down, giving her a gentle shake, and she groaned. She tried to nuzzle a bit closer, to wiggle her head under his arm, but he pushed again. Lisa opened her eyes. They were foggy for a second or two, then slowly cleared.

“Mmmph?”

“You were getting a bit deep.”

“I was comfortable…”

“And starting to get addicted.”

“Mmmph…not that addicted…”

“Enough, though.”

“…Yeah. How long was I – holy…twenty-five minutes?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, yeah, that’s enough. Jesus…twenty-five minutes. I swore that was only five.”

“Time flies.”

She nodded, blushing a bit as she pulled back. It was clear that she was still fighting herself, but not as much as Wuru had been pushing to get more when Roger had said that he was completely done. The gecko pulled her robe back on, slipped out of bed, and barely spared him a glance before going back to her bedroom. Much as it was a bit odd, he preferred that. It meant that she wasn’t an addict.

He rolled onto his side again, his back to the door, and he let out a slow breath of relief. It wasn’t the ideal way of doing things, but at least they were getting this done. At least, on some level, they were figuring this out.

#

The next morning came, and when he joined the ladies at the table, he could see two things. Lisa looked better-rested than she had been in some time, and Louise looked…temperamental. He paused as he reached the end of the hallway as the crocodile turned to stare at him, not quite glaring, but not quite looking happy, either.

“Um…”

“Sit!”

She growled at him, and he immediately followed orders, running to the table and jamming his butt in his seat. Lisa chuckled, shaking her head, even when Louise whipped her head around and glared at her.

“You think this is funny?”

“I think the way you’re handling it is.”

“Come on. We didn’t even –”

“I know you didn’t. I didn’t smell [i]that[/i] on you.”

Louise looked at him. The crocodile’s eyes were narrowed, her body language tense and tight, almost like she was intentionally holding back from something. She slowly leaned in his direction.

“I want you to tell me. Was this your idea…or hers?” she asked.

“I…she came to me,” he admitted, “but I was the one that allowed it.”

“Good. You’re honest.”

“…I knew that she’d try and sneak back if I didn’t do something while I was awake. And to her credit, when I told her not to go further, she didn’t.”

“…At least my wife’s got a bit of a brain rattling around in there,” the crocodile muttered.

“I’m sorry, but at least I keep mine instead of losing it the minute I get a tail up my cunt,” Lisa growled.

Louise went as red as it was possible for a green-scaled woman to go, and Roger felt an intense urge to get under the table before things started flying. The two women didn’t look like they were going to get into an actual fist-fight, but then again, it was possible that he’d misread the situation.

He slumped down in his chair as the two of them narrowed their eyes at each other. Louise eventually broke, looking away.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” the crocodile muttered.

“Apology accepted…and I’m sorry for using him that way…and for just leaving you to go to him.”

The pair of them patted each other on the arm, and then relaxed. It was good to see that the fight was averted, though he hoped that they would not go that far again. That had been just a bit scary.

As Roger pulled himself back upright, Louise turned back to him.

“I…next time, at least ask me first, okay?”

“I can do that. I didn’t have sex with her, but I get it. Cuddling is a big thing.”

“Very. Particularly among reptiles.”

“…Right. Body heat, intimacy…”

“Yes. It’s…very important.”

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. She just…I wanted…but you’re right. I should have asked,” Roger said. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Ding dong.

Knowing it was André, the human got up from his chair. The ladies watched him go, and he did his best not to pay attention to the way that they were staring at his back as he walked to the door. Still feeling a bit guilty about what he’d done with Lisa, he opened the door –

And then stared with wide eyes at the cheetah and the bigger, buffer serpent behind him. Or lizard. It was a bit hard to tell, but he was big, and he was brawny, and he had a tail that extended past his legs by a good ten feet, which suggested some sort of snake. The legs and feet, however, made it hard to be sure.

Roger looked at the cheetah, then the reptile, then back again.

“Um…”

“This is Brutus,” André said, gesturing behind him. “He’s assigned to make sure that this all goes smoothly.”

“Why wouldn’t – oh. You reported yourself.”

“Yep.”

That made sense. If the cheetah had been reported as compromised by his pheromones, then they would have sent someone else to make sure that it would be a bit more difficult to be bothered by them. If this guy was a snake, then that would make even more sense, because he’d be able to sniff the air with his tongue and control when he did it, rather than being affected by its full strength every time that he breathed in.

Or at least, it might work that way. He hadn’t really considered it. He supposed they’d have to find out.

Roger was still staring up at Brutus when the cheetah gave him a gentle shake to the shoulder. He blinked.

“Huh? What?”

“Doctor, remember?” André asked.

“Oh. Right.”

“Are the ladies ready?”

“Um…Lisa, Louise?”

They shuffled about, and he nodded.

“Yeah, pretty sure they are.”

“Good. Let’s get this show on the road.”

André led him down to the police cruiser, and Roger sat in the back. He was joined shortly after by Brutus, the black-scaled serpent looking down at him with an imposing stare and a thick set of muscles that promised all kinds of hurt if he stepped out of line. He half-wondered if the Peacekeepers had intentionally picked the most imposing guy that they had for this.

He wouldn’t be surprised if they did.

Shuffling in his seat, he tried to just lean against the door and just stare out the window. It wasn’t that hard. Yes, he could look back from time to time and see the big guy still staring down at him, but the outside was…well, attractive.

Particularly by daylight, and with some of the neighbors putting out a wading pool for the hot weather.

[i]Oh god…[/i]

Roger blushed as he realized that some of the Anthros on this street were already in swimsuits for the summer day, and that most of them were showing quite a bit while wearing them. And he’d thought that human women looked good in their suits. That was…well, that was nothing compared to what he was seeing with the Anthros, both the males and the females.

[i]I didn’t think a speedo could stretch that much,[/i] he thought as he stared at one rather well-endowed dolphin. [i]Or that it could…cup that…[/i]

He shook his head, looking away. There were plenty of different bits of eye-candy out there, but Roger didn’t give any of them much attention for long. Not because they weren’t worth it, but rather because they were a little [i]too[/i] worth it, and he didn’t need his cock throbbing up and causing problems. Brutus was already keeping him under a stern watch, and he didn’t want to –

“You a troublemaker, human?” the snake-lizard-thing asked with a deeper voice than he expected.

“Huh?”

“Are you a troublemaker?”

“Not…intentionally.”

“Hmmph. Things just…happen, then?”

“…Kinda?”

“Say that I were to coil you in my tail…To pin you in place…”

The snake’s dark-scaled limb slowly rose from the bottom of the car, slowly winding its way around Roger’s ankles. The feeling of that sudden constriction was enough to leave him gasping, his eyes widening at the sudden binding. He squirmed, managing to get one leg free, but Brutus tightened before he could get the other away.

“Hmm. Trying to escape, are we? Do you think that you should?”

“I think that it’s a better idea than starting to put pheromones in the air.”

“Then your pheromones…are they stronger when you are…aroused?” Brutus asked, and Roger didn’t know if the hiss that followed was teasing or menacing.

Whatever it was, it definitely had an effect. His cock was starting to throb, and he was starting to reevaluate his sexuality for the umpteenth time since coming across the Wall. He had never thought that he’d be turned on by animal people. He’d never thought that he would take a dick up his ass. And he never thought that he’d be tempted to play some sort of race/species-play thing with someone else. It was time to add fantasies of a snake coiling around him and putting him in living bondage to that list.

He blushed as Brutus lifted his leg off the ground, holding it up in the air with the end of his tail. The dark-scaled officer leaned in, his snout impossible to read as he cocked his head to the side.

“Are you putting off pheromones now, human?” he asked.

“I…I probably am, yes.”

“You did not answer my other question.”

“Which question?”

“Are your pheromones stronger…when you are aroused?”

“I…Probably?” He blushed. “I haven’t really…”

“Heh…”

For a moment or two, Roger wondered if he was going to get fucked by the snake right then and there. It was a distinct possibility, particularly with how the big guy was looking at him, and particularly with how hard he already was. It felt like he was pushing out more and more of his own scent somehow, as if that production had ramped up since he had come over the Wall. Or maybe he had just become more aware of it.

Either way, it felt like the inevitable fuck was coming closer and closer right up to the point when Brutus let his leg go. He huffed a sigh of relief as it hit the bottom of the car, and pulled his legs together as Louise and Lisa stepped inside, with the former taking the back seat on the other side of Brutus, and the latter sitting up front with the cheetah.

“I don’t know why I couldn’t have the front,” Louise grumbled.

“Because you’d threaten to chomp his head off, dear.”

“You think I can’t control myself?”

“Why do you think you’re under house arrest?” the gecko asked.

“I – shut up.”

Roger smiled despite himself, keeping his head off to the side so that Louise didn’t see the grin. He knew that she’d understand, but considering how aroused he’d gotten from the serpent-thing, he didn’t want to spark any problems from his pheromones.

“So, um, how far’s the drive?” he asked.

“About thirty minutes,” André said. “Windows down, everyone.”

As everyone pumped their windows – Roger having to remind himself how the non-electric windows worked – he realized that they were probably going to be in very close quarters for a while. He hoped having the windows down and him in the back would be enough. He didn’t want to see either woman go dumb, or André go horny.

“And we’re off.”

#

They arrived at the doctor’s office exactly thirty minutes later, and pulled into the parking lot without incident. Roger expected to see officers at the door, and he wasn’t surprised. It seemed that the Peacekeepers were taking the ‘threat’ of his pheromones quite seriously. There were no other cars, and there were four officers – two cheetahs, two snake-things – waiting for them.

“Alright,” André said as he undid his seatbelt. “Let’s get you inside, ladies.”

“What about Roger?” Louise asked.

“He’ll come in after a few minutes. We have to get you examined first, establish a baseline.”

“Right…Right, that makes sense,” the crocodile muttered, getting out of the car. Lisa followed, and then André.

Roger, however, wasn’t too surprised to see the car locks go down a few seconds later. He turned back to Brutus, who was smiling slightly. There was no denying that sort of expression on the big reptile’s face.

“Let me guess…you’re going to get me all riled up so that the pheromones are nice and strong for this experiment.”

“You are a smart human.”

“Wonderful…”

“Now…”

Brutus grabbed him by the leg again, and Roger gulped.

“Let’s see how strong those pheromones can be…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Roger has a bit of time with Lisa later that night, and then they all head off to the doctor.

Tags: M/M, snake, human, cheetah, reptile, crocodile, gecko, coiling, pheromones, human addiction, sweat, musk, cuddling, body heat, intimacy, quiet, series,