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This week I was struggling to finish up something so I wanted to write something small, bite-sized and focused in on a small amount of kinks (around 1000 words, an easy thing to write and release) – but as usual, I kind of got carried away and let thing become more excessive and extreme than intended. Regardless, I was trying to practice heavier musk and scent-play in this one. I don't like to play with 'stinky' scentplay/musk so you won't find much of that here, but it is quite heavy into the descriptions of smells and tastes.

I'm also doing my yearly rewatch of an anime called Gatchaman Crowds. It's not without flaws, but it is one of my favourites. Gotta shill my faves somehow, even if I have to wedge a random recommendation into my porn stories!

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CONTENT WARNINGS

Extreme musk descriptions, heavy sweat, tongue-bathing (boob-licking, armpit-licking, ball-licking, ass-eating), heavy scent-play, ass-eating, hyper-cock, autofellatio, a rat jerking herself off with a fox's muzzle buried in her asshole, footpaw-masturbation, excessive cum, self-cumflation, cum-through.

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“Oh, Hajime is such a fun character, sweetie! I can tell why you like her. Does JJ show up more – oh, don't tell me, actually. How do I play the next episode, I don't want to make you move when you seem so comfy, you've barely moved an inch!"

“A-ah- If- If you just move the mouse down to- to the folder, and- open the, uh- the next one down-“

“Ohh! I see, I'll put that on next then."

The rat's intoxicating scent was frying her poor brain.

Nicola had told Lilian not to worry about showering upon finishing her workout, she just wanted to get her to watch her show as soon as possible – and she liked Lilian's scent, anyway! Sure, it was strong when she poked her head into Lilian's room to check if she was ready and wanted to watch something with her. Heavy, but pleasant.

But that was just poking her head in the room with her. Not having her muzzle pressed against the naked rat's side, tucked under her arm with a sweat-drenched pit pushed against the side of her muzzle, chin resting atop one of her massive tits. Waves of heady, salty musk that she was practically swimming in, sweat matting her hair down as it seeped out through the rat's dense fur.

No, like this, she couldn't focus on anything but her. Anything but that need. Mind deep, deep in the gutter, thinking only of burying her face against Lilian. Worshipping her body, licking and tasting every inch of her fur and skin.

As a result, all of her focus was making sure Lilian didn't know. Claws digging into her thighs, legs pressed together, every fibre of her being devoted to making sure that she didn't get hard just from the scent of her girlfriend. Lilian was already a bit insecure about her scent and musk, and first, letting her know she was that much of a weirdo, even with everything they'd already done, it might end up hurting her feelings.

“Hm… Y'know what, could I go take a bath? I know you said you don't mind, but-“

“I could be your bath,"

“I'll be right back th- Wait. Nic, what did you just say?“

A pair of lips shut so quick the both of them could hear a clack of teeth. Nicola's body went stiff, her eyes wide, and her gaze dipped down to bore holes into the back of her hands. She could play it off. Probably. She spoke quietly enough.

“Uh- I said, um- Go ahead and take a ba-“

“Sweetie, we both know that's not what you said. Do you want to try again? More honest this time?"

“I-I… I said…"

Lilian could feel the heat flush to her fox's face, radiating out with hot embarrassment. Close as she was, her arm squeezing the vixen in and pushing her face into hard muscle and damp, sweat-laden fur – so close, there was no way she couldn't feel that flustered, precious little thing squirming. All Nicola could do was use her hands to try and hide it. Squeeze her plump thighs inward, push her rapidly hardening and stiffening shaft down into the plush flesh and fur.

“I said, I could- I could be your bath,"

The silence was deafening. The soft hum of the fan of her computer working under the TV was the only noise in the room other than their faint breath. Lilian shifted her posture, but Nicola just could not bring herself to look up at her, burning with embarrassment.

“Are you… Nicola, how long have you-“

“Oh, god- You- Don't listen to me, just, just go take your shower, I'm so sorry-“

“Shh, shhh. Honey. Sweetie," Lilian cooed into her ear, guiding the frantic tone down into soft whimpers. One hand carefully curled under the flustered fox's muzzle, tenderly cupping and pressing her face in between her bust. “You're getting panicky for no reason again, you don't have to hide it… You find my smell that, um… Appealing, though…?"

“I-I- I mean- I- Um- I'm not sure if- I- I g-guess?“

“Oh, Nicola, sweetie…"

Given she had her face buried between two heavy mounds of flesh, sagging with the weight her flesh contained – she was being treated to a non-stop buffet of rat scent, head holding her in place. Like that, she could feel the excited shiver from the rodent directly up against her. The way her hands shifted around their head and tenderly gripped her, guided her downward. Rubbed her lips across the increasingly damp valley between her bust, down, down and under, before pushing on the back of her head and nestling her in beneath one with a soft, lilted giggle.

Pressed beneath her breast with the heavy flesh sagging over her muzzle and face, she found herself treated to a swamp of dense fur drenched in hot, salty sweat. Enough that with her face pressed in it wrung out a stream of the stuff, spilling down over her lips, matting down the fur of her chin and then dripping down off her own fur.

“What's wrong, pet? You said you could be my bath. Unless there's a way other than your tongue you can clean me up with, I suggest you get licking… You know just how much of me there is, and you're only getting your favourite part as dessert when you clean every last inch…"

Nicola shivered – the voice was muffled with so much of her girlfriend's flesh over her head and her face being pushed so firmly into the heavy layer of muscle under the muggy fur. But with raw, potent rat-stink addling her mind, all she could think to do was obey.

Tongue lapping, licking, her lips pressing in and suckling on the fur, dragging the salty liquid out of her fur and down her greedy throat. And now she was started? Her lips caressed the crevice of her breasts atop her built up pecs, pushed and licked between them. She could hear Lilian's sensitive giggles and tender squirms – slightly ticklish and sensitive to her ministrations, but not enough for her to mind, clearly. Powerful fingers caressed through the fox's sweat-damped hair, petting and stroking slowly with praising coos encouraging her onward.

And all it did was make her more eager.

Licking and lapping in circles around Lilian's breast, cleaning every drop of the slightly tangy dampness from her fur all the way to her nipple – planting a kiss on it, and working over the other.

“Ohhh… If I knew you were this- hn- eager, I would have put you to work so much sooner… Keep drinking it in, sweetie – not that I need to tell you," Lilian giggled, only offering a little guidance to the fox when she was done, pulling her head underneath one of her arms and burying her snout in the dense, drenched fur of her underarm. And cooed with delight as without pause, she felt that tongue tangling in that sweat-drenched crevice, sucking in her scent and flavour with depraved greed. “Ooo-ooh... Even there, you adorably depraved little vixen? Keep drinking it in, you're such a dutiful little tonguebath…"

That praise made the fox's tail wag as if she were a precious little pup. The more she drank, the more she inhaled, he more intense the rat tasted, and the more familiar she became with the layers of scent and flavour to her body. Raw, clean, just pure rat distilled into slick, salty and tangy flavour. Below that was the slight tinge of something smoky, bitter but not unpleasant. Her rat.

And her rat pulled her onto her lap, sitting her astride her knees so she could pull the vixen's lips to the other side of her body to tend to her equally. And of course, she was more than happy to indulge.

“Nicola, you're just so adorable… I know just how to reward you, sweetie. Just keep working there, just like that, and I'll show you where you can get to work next…

“Down, turn around like this… Sit down between my legs, I'll, nnh- I'll show you…"

Nicola followed those commands like the well-trained pet she was. Sitting between the rat's legs, letting her heavy muscular legs rest atop of her shoulders while she laid back on the couch. Those legs then pulled her down while the rat's hands lifted her sac to meet her, burying the fox's face in the crevice between her swollen, churning spheres and the fat sheath straining with hyper cock-flesh. The massive, hyper rat's churning, burbling nuts were as full and heavy as ever, each sphere of swollen flesh so full with seed that was loud enough to be deafening with her face right against it.

And that's where she was.

“Start cleaning," was all she could make out, even though plenty more words were said. There was so much flesh to cover, after all, and the ripe, stewed rat-musk down there was so much more intense than anywhere else on her body.

There, it had all of that flavour she tasted on the rat's upper half, and more. Sharp cock-musk seeping out of the stretched flesh of her sheath that she couldn't help but lap and lick all the way up to. Lilian's hands even pushed down on the back of her head with a groan while she let herself get hard – burying Nicola's face the stretchy, velvety confines of her sheath, letting her swim in the stew of cock-sweat spilling out of her sheath in a thin stream and drooling down over her orbs. There was enough of it to drink, to fill her mouth and gulp, and that's what she was more than happy to do while rat cock continued emerge. Rubbing along her face, drooling over her hair. She didn't care, though.

All she cared about was the gasps of pleasure and praise spilling above her. Good girl, she heard. Keep going. Don't stop. Good puppy.

And as addictive as the constant stream of her 'nectar' was, she needed to work the rest of the rat. So with the sheath peeling back over her muzzle, she pulled free, worked back down to the heaving, swelling sac. Pushed her muzzle in, inhaled directly from the source of all of the pheromones and mind-warping scents the rat was feeding her. Let the weight of her spheres churn and burble either side of her head before pulling free to start licking with sloppy drags of her tongue, working fast and energetically to have any chance of covering the entirety of the rat's virility. Dipping to Lilian's thighs, working hopelessly to clean up the damp fur that her ministrations were making so clearly worse faster than she could ever hope to clean. And briefly, her gaze peeked upwards, to see how her rat was taking it.

Her gaze was enraptured, staring directly down at Nicola, with both hands on her dick, furiously jerking and stroking herself off back and forth along the massive spire spilling over toned abs, jutting up between her tits, gushing a flood of hot cum directly over her pecs and neck and adding more to the heady, primal haze filling the room like a damp fog. Her feet dug into the fox's back, claws keeping her in place, even knowing that there was no chance the fox wanted to pull away, she refused to let even the idea of a chance of escape exist.

But like she was, Nicola knew it was going to take a while for the rat to get off... Without assistance. And there was still more to clean.

“L-Lil-“

“Yes, pet?"

“I-I think- I think there's still somewhere important for me to clean-“

“Good pet."

That response was low and husky with pure desire. Sitting up, hunching over the fox, Lilian briefly pulled Nicola's face for a quick, firm kiss, ignoring the taste of her own body on her lips to reward her ever eager volunteer.

And then, rolled her over onto her back. Her legs dug into Nicola's sides as she laid back, lifted her hips, used her hands to lift her nuts for the fox to bury her face under and directly against the slabs of toned muscle that was her ass. And into. Pushing her in until her muzzle sank against the slick, sweaty ring of squishy flesh and sinking her hips down, ignoring the wriggling and squirming and eager whimpers until the fox's face was firmly buried in musky rat ass and her muzzle was licking and lapping and curling a long tongue through her guts.

With that stimulation, she'd be able to get off so much faster. The fox's arms were wrapped around her thighs to keep pushing herself in and try to get her tongue deeper, though, so without assistance, she knew that the fox wasn't going to get her drooling, neglected self off on her own.

Her hands a blur over three feet of thigh-thick, oozing rat-cock, all that was left was her powerful footpaws to reach down and wrap around the fox's neglected spire. Making her twitch, squirm and squeal into her guts while soft, squishy paw-pads stroked up and down her dick. Tender whimpers and whines spilled out into her insides, the fox trembling while her muzzle pressed in and strained the rat's hot, humid ring. Lips rubbing and caressing velvety walls, tongue digging and slathering over the folds of her innards, so eager even with her dick being worked so roughly.

It was a wonder the both of them lasted as long as they did. The fox came first – a lusty scream reverberating, devoted to entirely the rat's knowledge with her ass eating every last sound she let out, not a squeak escaping her flesh. Cock twitching, throbbing, cumvein bloating as her hips bucked and rocked against still kneading pawpads, rope after rope spilling over silky pawpads. Against her own belly, being milked over, and over.

From there, Lilian – her groan filling the air as much as her musk did, feeding the fox the lust-laden sounds through her own body. With her balls resting atop the fox's chest and neck, she felt it all – nuts drawing up against her underside, twitching and squeezing down as her cumvein bloated. Much more powerful ropes – jetting out of a stretched cocktip and splattering over her muzzle, past it, soaking the carpets and even managing to hit the far wall. And again. Even in her lust, though, she knew just how much of a pain cleanup was, and even with clench after clench of her nuts feeding mind-wrecking bliss to her brain she knew she had to do something.

And that something was wrapping her lips around her cocktip.

Throat billowing with her virility, her lips sank down over her meat, swallowing up more and more of her pillar with lips stretching to make a taut seal best she could. Plenty oozed out of the corners of her lips still, spilled from her nose, but it was enough. Stomach churning with seed loud enough for the fox to hear, pushing out toned abs with the softer, squishier paunch of a bloated cum-belly.

Gallon after gallon sloshing down her gullet, hips humping into the flurry of her paws and bouncing on the fox's face, sinking her deeper into the clenching muscle crushing either side of her skull hard enough to make her feel like the rat was trying to break her skull in her unrestrained lust.

All the way to feeling the burbling of the Lilian guts, and a sudden flood of hot churning seed flooding her nose and her maw.

A delicious, depraved reward force-fed through the rat's body down to her, which of course Nicola guzzled down – not that she had any choice unless she wanted to drown in cum. Plenty spilled out of her stretchy hole around her face, soaking the couch down in rat-cum, drenching the fox's hair and face in cum.

Like that they stayed, riding out the rat's waves of orgasm, hips rocking upwards then stirring downwards, pushing down against the greedy fox's face and pushing her into the mess of concentrated musk pooling on the couch and flowing over the sides in thick streams of mess. Dragging her back and forth while lusty, muffled whimpers and groans spilled from a lust-addled Lilian. Her belly sagging further and further with the ever-increasing load that she couldn't help but choke up more and more of, soaking down her own face with warm white rodent goo.

Until, at last, she felt herself tapering off. Letting her fat tip pop from between her lips and ooze the rest of her nut-butter over her chest, basking in the warm, post-orgasm radiance – and only realising that she should probably get her ass off Nicola's face after a minute of that basking.

A peek down between her legs as she dragged her spent, sweat-soaked sac over the fox's muzzle, and she could tell she was fine, happily swallowing the last mouthful of seed she was treated to and licking her lips. A smile. Even if her snow-white fur had a considerable tint from the heavy layer of rat cum soaking into it, and even if her hair had a thick layer of seed caking it down to the couch and covering the brown mop.

And the scents.

Powerful, cloying seed overpowering the layer of musty sweat filling the room, overpowering what little Nicola's had to add to it. Her seed had a faintly smoky, cinnamony undertone to it – and with so much of it, that 'faint' smell was filling her mind with fog, swirling in her nose and making sure all she thought about was Lilian.

“Mmm… Well, we really need to take a shower now, little vix."

A soft, pleading, cum-addled whine was the fox's response. Lilian giggled, shook her head – one hand reaching down between her legs to stroke along the vixen's face while she talked. As a hyper, she knew her scents and flavours were a little addictive, but given her eagerness, it was no wonder she was entirely hooked on it.

“Can't we bask in it for a little…? We're gonna need a cleaner anyway, sooo…"

“Oh, Nic… If you were that addicted to my musk, you should have said so sooner. If you keep basking in it though you're gonna smell of me for the rest of the week, you know?"

“A-and that's supposed to be a b-bad thing?"

“Oh – well, I should make sure then, shouldn't I?"

“Please,"