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The first time Connor saw the sticker he barely paid any attention to it. The Doberman assumed it was just another random piece of junk stuck to the bathroom door, where stupid people would write their phone numbers and all kinds of smutty sentences. He'd been drinking a lot that night and barely paid any attention to the sticker more than the occasional glance as he emptied his bladder on the toilet.

However, he gave it a second thought when he came back to the bathroom a few hours later. What kind of guy would be dumb enough to print a sticker of himself and stick it on the door of one of the town's most popular clubs? It was practically like begging people to piss on a picture of your face. Maybe the guy was into that, though. Connor entertained the thought for a second, but then realized the sticker was perfectly dry and there were no stains on it, aside from what looked like some scratches. To him, it seemed like some eager claws had tried to remove the sticker to take it home.

Or maybe something else.

He had to admit it - the guy was hot, even if the sticker didn't capture all his body. The furred dragon was looking down at the camera that had taken his picture, a smirk on his mouth and a blink on his eye. A golden mane rested on his broad shoulders, making a rich contrast with his otherwise deep blue fur. He had inviting yellow eyes, although what they were inviting the viewer to do, Connor didn't know.

Maybe he had drunk too much that night, because he decided to let curiosity take the best of him. Right after flushing the toilet, he approached the door and scratched the sticker, waiting for something to happen. He was certain someone had scratched it before, after all.

At first, nothing happened. He wasn't particularly sure what he expected to see either - maybe those yellow eyes would light up at touch or something. It wasn't until he got closer that he caught a subtle sniff of a new odor. As a Doberman, his nose was sensitive enough that he wouldn't trust just any random scents that he came across in a public toilet, but he had a feeling this wasn't a scent he wanted to miss.

It smelled like the guy in the sticker. That was only a quick assumption, of course, but he highly doubted he was wrong. It was a deep, musky scent - wild and charged with pheromones without being too obtrusive. It came to his muzzle tentatively and caressed his nostrils, then sent a shiver down his spine as he got his head closer to the door. Oh, damn, he found himself thinking. That smells nice.

He scratched the sticker again and a new wave of the scent hit him. It was even so much better this time, now that he knew what to expect and he could simply breathe deep and fill his lungs with the intoxicating aroma. He leaned on the door, unaware that he had switched to a very uncomfortable position and scratched it again. And again. And again.

Each and every time he did, it felt like his whole head was being transported somewhere else. The guy in the sticker was attractive, sure - but his scent? It was simply irresistible. And as a dog, Connor knew a thing or two about scents.

"Hey!" someone called after almost ten minutes. "You still there? I need to take a shit real bad, man!"

The voice took him back to reality. He realized his forehead was pressed against the cold door, muzzle practically touching the sticker. Drool had been building in his mouth and he swallowed, feeling embarrassed. He was still in a club, at night, very drunk, and fantasizing about some piece of paper he'd found on a door. It was a good thing nobody had seen him.

Connor left the toilet reluctantly and made a vow not to think about it, although he couldn't get over the arousal that had been stirred up in him by the mysterious stranger and his sticker. He desperately looked for a way to relieve himself that could help him forget about the whole scene. Luckily, he noticed a pretty subby-looking sheep that had been glancing his way from the other side of the room. It wasn't hard for him to teach the small guy why sheep were supposed to obey dogs before the night was over, but even as he came inside the moaning ovine, he found himself reminiscing about that delicious scent.

Connor wouldn't forget about it during the following days, either. The Doberman was proud enough not to allow himself to run to the club every night, but there was only so much temptation he could resist. On the third night after coming across the sticker, he decided it wouldn't hurt to check whether the sticker was still there or not.

And maybe... just maybe scratch it again.

The sticker turned out to be exactly where he'd left it and he struggled to remember a time in his life when he'd been happier. His shaking claw reached to the sticker and he scratched it again, sniffing the glorious aroma for what felt like hours. Again, he only stopped when another angry dude asked him whether he was sniffing coke or something. Connor thought to himself that what he was doing was actually much, much more addictive.

And he proved it.

Night after night, he came back to the club. He'd get lost in the scent, only to find himself practically making out with the door when someone shouted from the other side that he had to let other people use it. Connor might have lost his temper a few times and asked them to fuck off. It didn't matter. The scent was so good that he'd fight anyone for him. At that point, nothing else mattered but the sticker.

The week carried on like that until something unexpected happened. Connor had just walked into the club - alone, like he was used to do now - and his eyes were immediately drawn to the image of the handsome dragon, only it wasn't printed on a sticker this time. The mysterious stranger was completely real and happened to be standing right in the middle of the club, drawing some thirsty glances from boys and girls alike.

At first, Connor struggled to move.

His brain seemed to have frozen solid. Even though he felt transported by the sticker's scent whenever he scratched it, he hadn't still thought about the possibility that its owner might actually be real. And the dragon had walked in alone as well, judging by how distracted he seemed. The possibility to meet him in person seemed completely within reach, yet he couldn't force his legs to walk towards him.

What if the actual scent wasn't that good? What if the guy thought it was strange that he'd been sniffing at a sticker of him for the last few nights? It wasn't an easy topic to bring up. Hey, there's a sticker of you in the toilets and I've been jerking off to it every night as I remembered in my mind just how good it smelled. Name's Connor, by the way.

In the end, Connor panicked and ran to the toilet, making an effort not to look at the dragon. As soon as he walked in, he turned to the door and looked for the sticker. His pupils dilated when he found it on the whitish, wooden surface - waiting for him, as usual. Yes, he thought. This is a much safer bet. This is what I want to do.

His claw lifted up to the sticker and his mind got ready for the well-known scent to hit his muzzle. He was about to touch it when somebody pushed the door open. Shit! Connor thought as his heart skipped a beat. I forgot to lock it!

"Hey!" he shouted angrily, trying to close the door again. "I'm using this, asshole!"

The Doberman may not be able to walk up to the dragon he'd been fantasizing with for a week and tell him, but he still knew how to fight for what was his. He bared his fangs and stuck out his head to snarl at the intruder, but his brain froze solid again just as he did so.

The "intruder" he'd been trying to push outside was no other than the attractive dragon. There was a knowing grin on his face as he pushed the door open and walked into the small room. Connor just lay there, motionless, as the object of his desire closed the door at his back and locked them in together.

"I..." was all the Doberman managed to say.

The impulse took over him in a split second. It was like being reeled in, only he was the one holding the fisher rod, or so he thought.

He walked an eager, clumsy step towards the hot dragon and sank his muzzle on that golden mane without even asking. Connor's sniffs were shallow and overexcited, and they got even more erratic as the handsome stranger placed one of those big hands on the back of his head and pushed him deeper into the mind-melting aroma.

The Doberman's tail wagged back and forth like crazy and his thoughts were a complete mess. His face involuntarily moved towards that strong chest and rubbed against it like an animal. Pheromones filled his nostrils and swarmed his brain leaving nothing behind. A content growl escaped his throat as the dragon chuckled softly and lifted one of his arms, offering him a good sight of that inviting pit. Connor didn't need to be asked twice.

The scent was _so_much better in real life. So good. He wanted to stay there forever. He wanted to...

Connor vaguely came back to awareness at some point. The music felt like a distant echo as his muzzle slowly moved inch after inch, taking in all of that fantastic musk and letting it work wonders in his over-stimulated brain. He'd been drooling. He knew that much, but barely.

The dragon chuckled again and the soft vibration on his chest made Connor move away from the scent, albeit reluctantly. That, and the fact the dragon gently pulled his head away with a firm hand.

"Now, now. Why don't we find ourselves a more private space?" The dragon suggested, giving him the exact smirk depicted on the sticker. "There's plenty more where that came from, doggy."

Connor, tongue lolling out as a sheepish grin took over his face, didn't felt his brain freeze this time.

Instead, his empty head answered the dragon's offer with a solid, eager nod.