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Marks of Scents

For run-nbw

By Draconicon

Waiz lived in a village in the highlands, and in that village, as with everywhere else in the world, one's scent determined one's status. Not whether you smelled good, of course, as that would be something that anyone could do. No, no, one's status was determined by how much one stank. Musk, piss, and more marked the bodies of those that walked through the village, and those that had the stronger smells were the ones that called the shots, that had the advantage in encounters, that had to be bowed and scraped before. It was the way of things, and had been for as long as anyone could remember.

For those that were able to sweat, to mark themselves properly, and more, it was a good life. They were able to work hard and then have others work harder for them. For Waiz, for the gray-yellow lizard, it was not such a good life.

He groaned as he followed in the smell-wake of an acquaintance named Makalo. Not by choice, of course, but because that was what society dictated. His scent, his musk, was barely sufficient to be scented through the crowd of sweaty, potent-smelling reptiles in the village square, while Makalo's reek was strong enough to punch through and seize the nose. Immediately identifiable, it put the other lizard, with his darker gray scales and his yellow-green belly and chest marked with a shine of sweat, on a different level to Waiz. Not quite the top tier, but not far from it.

"You really are pathetic, you know that?" Makalo said.

"I'm not that bad."

"You're bad enough. Smell you. Almost nothing."

He looked down, but didn't answer. Instead, he kept his eyes forward, looking left and right for the goods that he'd come to market for. He'd meant to make this a solo excursion, but Makalo had invited himself along as soon as he realized what Waiz was doing. Now, the smaller lizard was all but an attendant of the bigger, bulkier one, and he'd need to conduct his business quickly if he was going to keep up good manners.

Considering the consequences for not keeping up with one's manners, he knew that he'd have to. Makalo's scent wasn't quite powerful enough to mark him as property if he stepped out of line, but he knew that the other lizard had a number of friends that did have that level of stink. Everyone knew one another's scents in the village, and it meant that they all knew who had been where, and who owned what. If they started marking him, with sweat or worse, then his already low standing in the village would only plummet further.

They passed by a stall that was covered in silk blankets, and Makalo slowed. Waiz took the opportunity to step up to the stall as well, looking down at the silks. He'd been planning on buying a new blanket for his hut, something to make things a little bit more comfortable, and he knew that he could get one today after a recent hunt had made things a little more comfortable for him financially.

He was running his fingers through one purple blanket when Makalo reached over with a chuckle, stroking a finger down the top of the blanket.

"What do you think you're doing, weak-stink?"

"I'm looking at a blanket."

"Yeah? You don't look. You claim."

"But -"

The bigger lizard picked it up, taking the whole thing without asking the shopkeeper, a lizard of yellow-blue that did not look at Makalo. The smell from that one confirmed that he was another weak-stink, someone that didn't have much standing, but had the connections to keep others happy.

Shit, shit, shit...

Makalo pulled the blanket to his chest, rubbing it along his bare scales, grinning to himself as the sweat from his chest came free. It soaked right into the blanket, and it only got worse as he pulled it under his pits, smearing his sweat slime around until it was embedded in the silk.

"You don't look, you take."

"I'm not that smelly."

"No, you're not. So you gotta pay."

"Mmmph..."

"Pay with coin rather than smell. Rather than musk."

It was an insult, and he knew it. The shopkeep wasn't much better, the two of them forced to just stand there and take it as the stronger, smellier lizard rained down insults on the pair of them for their weakness. By the time Makalo was done using the blanket as his towel, it was a rag of a thing, and it was as messed up and nasty as could be as it was thrown back on the stall top.

Before the merchant could pull the blanket away, Makalo grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him to leave it out in the open.

"I'm not done," the lizard grunted.

Then, as only a strong-stink could do, Makalo pulled his loincloth off to the side, exposing himself. His dick was already rising, throbbing hard and strong-scented, with pre-cum running from the tip. The raw smell of masculinity and the spicy smell of that heavy manhood filled the air, punching through the stink of the other lizards around them. The bigger male was obviously savoring everything that he was doing, and Waiz knew that it was entirely being done for the point of putting him and the merchant in their places as 'weak-stinks.'

And then, he started jerking off.

That was the most humiliating thing. By and large, the lizards of the village did obey certain rules of modesty, but the higher up the hierarchy one was, the less that one had to obey the rules that everyone else lived by. The raw smell that clung to Makalo gave him privileges that few others in the village could match, giving him the right to mess with the property of others, to claim and deny it to other people, and to be as much of a bastard as he really wanted to. It was a horrible travesty for some, but it was just a daily humiliation for Waiz, considering that his smell didn't change.

He kept his eyes down, trying not to blush, trying not to think about how cold it was going to be tonight. If he had been able to get that blanket, not only would he have been warm, but he would have been able to start building up a strong-scent of his own. The heat under the blanket wouldn't have been much, but he could have started building up a night-sweat, giving him the beginnings of an actual stink.

As it stood, he was forced to deal with the same day-sweat as everyone else, and that wasn't enough to stand out. He looked down and away, trying not to listen to the grunting, huffing sounds that Makalo kept making.

It was impossible, of course. Despite him being a strong-stink, and thus allowed to do this, it was hard not to stare at someone that was just pleasuring himself in public. Others in the market were doing the same thing, staring at the strong-stink, at the big lizard that was showing his dominance over all the others. The smell was spreading, too, pre-cum dripping down on all the blankets, not just the sweat-marked one.

Thrust, thrust, stroke. The bulky lizard hadn't bothered to hold back, not at all trying to show off. Waiz knew that this wasn't a sexual thing, or at least, not entirely. No, this was purely a way of showing off dominance, of ensuring that Waiz and the shopkeep knew their place. Thrust, stroke, squelch. Squirting, musky goo landing on the blankets. The occasional grind across the top, followed by a final thrust.

"Mmmph!"

Makalo's moan was loud enough to hold the attention of the full market, everyone either staring at him or pretending that they weren't as he came all over the assembled blankets. The folded silks and cottons were smeared with lizard seed, marked forever as the possession of a strong-stink.

Makalo panted softly as he tucked his cock away, not shamed in the slightest from exposing himself in front of the village. He just smirked.

"And that's how you do it...if you have stink. But you, Waiz? Heh. You'll never have that."

After the debacle in the village center and the lack of blankets, Waiz did what he always did when his weak-stink was pointed out to those around him. He left the village, taking rope and heading down to the little valleys off the edge of the cliff the village rested on. It was quiet, soothing down there, but unfortunately too cool to begin building up any sort of scent. One could have started a fire for heat, but that would have served as a beacon for where he was, the smoke rising and catching the attention of the village above.

However, there were other things that one could do to try and increase one's scent.

The lizard stood against the rock, lifting his shaft to point towards his chest. Musk from jacking off was hardly enough to get the attention of others. Everyone did that, and only the already strong-stinking bothered to clean it up after. However, there were other things.

The lizard groaned as he let loose, a slow flow of piss rising from his shaft. It dribbled along the shaft proper, then along his crotch scales, hot and rank, but not quite acrid the way that some of the lizards were. He bit his lips, allowing it to spread further, pushing down a bit harder, but not enough to really empty his bladder just yet. He had held it for as long as he could, trying to let his urine marinate inside him, to get stronger-scented, but despite that, it still came out watery, and weak.

Still, even that was better than the base smell that he carried around with him. He angled his shaft further back, trying to bring the stream higher without pushing out too much all at once. The wetness spread along his chest, and then down to his belly, and then up again. The heat followed, but rapidly faded in the shaded valley. The rock did nothing to hold the heat of the day, and the heat of his piss cooled rapidly once it was out of him.

For a moment or two, he honestly wondered if his scent was getting stronger, if the piss might help him at least imitate a strong-stink, but no. There wasn't enough acrid smell to it, not enough of the strong smell that he needed to actually stand up to the other lizards. He would never come near to Makalo's scent, but he had hoped that he might be able to reach some of the others. That hope was dashed immediately.

Groaning under his breath, he gave up, allowing his shaft to fall, the rest of his piss falling on his toes. The feeling of the heat was okay, but was probably just washing off some of the dirt and sweat on his feet. More of his smell, weakened, removed, but was there enough to really worry about losing in the first place?

He sighed, slumping down against the rock at his back. So much for being better. So much for having a chance with this.

Weak-stink, he thought, sighing as he rested his head against his knees. Never gonna be better than -

A different musk coming down the valley caught his nose, and he almost coughed at the sheer shock of how strong it was. He rubbed his nose, shaking his head as he looked up, trying to see where it was coming from. The strong-stink was far hotter than what he was used to in the village, even when the local strong-stinks came closer and tried to overwhelm him with just how powerful they were. This was something different, and it - no, that was impossible. No way that it all came from one person.

But it did. Rounding the corner further down the narrow valley was a hyena, brown-furred and strong, thick-built and wearing nothing but a loincloth and a pair of sandals. The air turned, blowing from behind the other male, and the reek that came with it nearly burned Waiz's nose. He gasped, coughing, sucking air, hardly believing the sheer smell that he was having to deal with right then.

The hyena spotted him. Chuckling, the stranger approached, waving one hand.

"Hello. What are you doing down here? I thought that you lizards lived in the village up there," the hyena said, pointing up.

"Just..."

The puddle of piss around him explained it all, and the hyena nodded. He cocked his head to the side, then slowly smiled.

"Well, I think we can fix that problem."

"Why would you do that?"

"Call it curiosity."

"About what?"

"Whether my stink really is that strong."

Now that the hyena was that close, it was hard to believe that his stink could be anything else. That smell, that raw reek of sweat, sex, and more, was pouring off him. There was so much to be smelled that it was hard to think of anything but just what was filling his nose. Not even Makalo had ever hit him with something like this, or the village elders, even. This was entirely something new.

The hyena seemed to realize how overwhelming he was, and he smirked. He reached out a hand, slowly pushing down, and Waiz allowed himself to be nudged down to a seated position again. The hyena took off one sandal, and then extended his foot.

"Take a breath. But just one."

Waiz knew why. Something this concentrated was going to be mind-blowing if he wasn't ready for it. He hesitated, then leaned in to the brown-furred toes, taking one short sniff.

When he was able to think again, he knew that he'd been out of it. The raw strong-stink had been enough to blow his mind, to knock him back, to leave him out of it in a way that nothing in the village could. The hyena was a true strong-stink, and that sweaty, musky sole was pressed right against his chest, now, soaking into his fur, overwhelming his piss scent easily.

"What do you think?"

"I think...I think you could mark me...easy..." Waiz admitted. "I...please..."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to make you mine."

"..."

"I just want to see what happens when you go home, smelling like me. Nobody has to know...and you could be marked as a powerful lizard, stinking of hyena."

"...I...What if..."

"Someone finds out? They will only find out if you tell them. After all, nobody knows what hyena stink really smells like. They don't see us up there very much. And if you smell like me...how much of a strong-stink would you be in there?"

Stronger than any other, that was for sure. The hyena would want something, he knew that much, but at the same time...

"Let...let me think about it?"

"Sure. I won't tell anyone, either. What's your name?"

"Waiz."

"Rivo," the hyena said. "Take your time to think. I'll be back in a week."

A week later, Waiz returned, and Rivo fulfilled his promise. Sweat, hyena butter, and piss all came into play to mark the lizard's scales with the raw stink of a hyena. The musk that clung to him left Waiz's head spinning, and he could hardly think enough to reach for the rope that would carry him back to the village. Rivo had to push his hands to the rope and get him moving, and the hyena disappeared as easily as he'd appeared.

Up, up, up, he climbed, and while he felt the wind starting to blow over him, clearing his head, the musk remained. The stains of the hyena butter on his cock and balls, on his toes and soles, even on his face meant that there would be a stink to him that didn't fade for weeks. The rains and the occasional stream baths that the lizards took while they swam for fish would not be enough to wash that away. Only time would do that, and until then, he would be a strong-stink. He would be able to do what he wanted.

What did he want, though? He was too light-headed to think of that at the moment, but it was something that would come to him, he was sure.

Reaching the top of the rope, he dragged himself over the edge of the cliff and back onto solid ground. The wind finally cleared his head, blowing the hyena musk away from him rather than forcing it up into his nose. He still smelled it, but it wasn't taking control of him. Instead, it was blowing down to the village, and even from a distance, he could see some of the other lizards wobbling as the scent hit them.

Powerful strong-stink...

He shook his head. He would have to go further into the village to see what it was really like, but this time, he knew that there wouldn't be someone like Makalo that would get the better of him. This time, he wasn't going in with weak-stink. He was going in with strong-stink. Sure, it wasn't his own, but it would be more than enough to start claiming some status in the village.

Waiz smiled, already planning what he would do, barely aware of the extreme sense of self-satisfaction that was running through him. He would need to keep reapplying the hyena stink - probably every month or so - but if it got him as much status in the village as he thought it would, he was pretty sure that any price would be worth it. Anything that the hyena asked of him, he would be glad to pay, for the humiliation was finally over, and that meant the world to him.

The End

Summary: Waiz goes through hell as a weak-stink in his scent-obsessed village, and ends up making a deal with a hyena.

Tags: M/solo, Foot Fetish, Musk, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Orgasm, Cum, Stink, Sweat, Piss, Watersports, Self-Marking, Hyena Butter, Reek,