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Hypnovember Day 27: Musk/Scent

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: SkunkKitsune1

A howl split the night, the sound music pouring out of the bar, the college students having a blast, many of them wearing some sort of costume. Halloween was in full swing in the small college town, most of the adults in the town had turned in early, save for those who had to be up late. Young men and women both were shooting back drink after drink, laughing, flirting, and a few were slipping away to get lucky. Everyone was having a good time when Antonio slipped out of the back of the bar, giggling to himself, wrestling with his pants as he stumbled into the alley. “Fuck, why’th the bathroom gotta be filled up,” he drunkenly slurred, leaning up against a nearby wall to relieve himself.

Hidden by shadows, Antonio let out a loud sigh and a groan as he allowed himself a brief moment’s reprieve, unaware of the yellow eyes watching him with amusement. Soon enough, the young man started to zip himself back up, straightening up and starting to turn to head back inside of the bar. “Leaving so soon?” a deep voice growled from the shadows, Antonio jumping and glancing around sluggish, nearly falling over in his drunken haze.

“Who’sh there?” Antonio grunted, peering around, “ya didn’t see anythin’, did ya?”

“Nothing to be so concerned about,” the voice spoke, it was deep and bassy, a growl rippling across the words as it got closer. “I was just hoping I might be able to get the help of a local, you see I’m new in town.”

Blinking a few times, trying to peer into the shadows, Antonio stumbled slightly back, his wall hitting the brick wall of the alley. “Hey, man, I don’t care ‘bout your story. I got a girl back in there waitin’ for me, she can throw back shots like ya wouldn’t believe.” He grinned like an idiot, fantasizing about the hot babe who’d offered to buy him some more drinks once he was done.

The young man’s eyes widened though as his line of sight with the bar’s door was broken up by a massive furry frame, a powerful ripped figure that towered over Antonio. “You’d be good not to speak so callously, whelp,” the beast growled, looking down at Antonio with glowing yellow eyes, “I’m the new alpha in town, and I’m looking to start building my ranks. It looks like you’ll be a good start for the night, though you’re going to need to learn some respect.”

“Dude, what the fuck’s up with your get’up?” Antonio asked, clearly too sloshed to really put together what he was seeing. This close up, the beast’s smell also started to get him, a rank and musky scent that nearly turned his stomach. “Whoa! You smell like ass, man!”

The massive wolf growled before grabbing Antonio by the shoulder and dragging him close, pressing him close right up against his crotch, next to his musky sheathe. “Breathe deeply, pup! You and I are going to have a long night, and we have more pack members to find.”

Antonio started pushing at the wolf’s massive legs, trying to free himself from the beast’s powerful grip, but it was pointless. More than that though, the powerful musky scent was invading his nostrils, causing him to cough and gag as he tried to yank himself back. “What the fuck, man! What’s your problem!” His words were muffled by a layer of fur, deep black fur that pressed up against his face, something slick pushing up against his chin. “Ew, what is that?!”

“Breathe deep,” the voice growled, “you need to be able to recognize the scent of your Alpha.” Antonio’s cries for help started to die out as his eyes started to turn yellow, his nostrils starting to flare as he started to breathe deeply, auburn fur starting to sprout on his face as he began his first transformation. The night had only just begun, and the brand new Alpha in town had claimed his first convert, soon hungrily sucking on the larger werewolf’s cock hungrily.

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One of the deputies of the small town was busy walking the sidewalks of town, annoyed that his day off request had been denied. “Damn sheriff,” he grumbled, annoyed as he noticed a pair of drunk students stumbling down the road towards him. “You two doing alright tonight?” he called out, straightening up as he eyed them carefully.

“Deputy Clive, glad ta see ya,” one of the pair giggled, straightening up as he swayed visibly, “can you help us find our friend Tony? He fuckin’ bailed on us at the bar.”

“Dude, he probably went and got some tail,” his friend laughed, pushing him and nearly sending him sprawling into the road.

Clive sighed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “You two’d better get goin’ back to your place. It’s Halloween, but public intoxication is still a crime here. I’ll turn the other cheek today, but get goin’, and get there safely.”

“You’re the best,” one of them hiccuped, grinning stupidly before they stumbled past, the deputy shaking his head at the heavy scent of booze wafting off of the pair.

Continuing his patrol, Clive walked past the bar the pair had come from, the place booming with music and reeking of alcohol. One of the bouncers equipped with a hockey mask at the door noticed the deputy, waving at him as he approached. “Ya comin’ in tonight, Clive?”

“Nope, on duty tonight,” Clive said, tapping his badge, “enjoy the night, but let the owners know they gotta’ turn the music down. Halloween or not, there’s city ordinances in place for a reason.”

“Right,” the bouncer said, starting to back up into his place before he cocked his head. “Oh, right, thought I’d tell ya. Some weird couple fellas came out of that alley over there earlier,” he said, pointing over to the nearby alley. “Couldn’t really make ‘em out, but they were both dressed in these crazy wolf costumes. They were all over each other, dunno what it was all about, but it was weird. Just thought I’d let ya know.”

“‘Preciate it,” Clive said, nodding before he started past the bar, glancing down the alley the bouncer had gestured to. The scent of musk, piss, and cum hung in the air as he approached. “Jesus,” he coughed, waving away the scent from his face, though he didn’t quite notice that within his pants his cock hardened up a little bit at the powerful scent. “Whatever they’re doin’, they’d best not do it out on the street,” he grumbled to himself.

Continuing his path for another half hour, Clive soon approached the town’s park, the sounds of the music having long quieted as he continued his patrol. He was currently in a call with his girlfriend, not too concerned about anything as the night have proved rather uneventful so far. “Sorry hun, don't’ think I’m gettin’ off early,” he said, sighing as he glanced into the park, the pond reflecting the moonlight from overhead. “No, I didn’t say I definitely would get off early, I said I’d talk to the sheriff ‘bout it, but you know him, he’s bein’ a harda-”

The deputy's words cut off as he saw some bushes within the park start rustling, the leaves shaking violently as something or someone within moved. “Sorry hun, I gotta go,” Clive said, cutting off the call hastily before hanging up. Pulling out his flashlight, Clive started to walk towards the bush, the leaves violently shaking. “Who’s in there?” he called out, slowing his pace as the leaves stopped moving at the sound of his voice.

Silence, whatever was within the bush had completely stopped moving. The closer Clive got, the stronger a musky scent in the air grew, one strangely familiar to the deputy. His nipples hardened under his clothes, his cock hardening up once more, his eyelids slightly drifting down as he drew in a deep breath. “Ya smell that, Deputy Clive?” a deep voice asked, the words coming from the bush.

“W... who’s there?” Clive asked, not recognizing the voice in the least. The bush seemed to spread open as a massive figure emerged, standing up until the figure was towering over him, nearly seven feet tall. The man’s flashlight slowly shifted up to cover more and more of the red furred figure, a massive beastly werewolf, his muzzle pulled into a wide smile. Yellow eyes stared back at the human, Clive’s eyes widening, though his reaction was less harsh than it should be.

“Ya don’t recognize me, Deputy?” the werewolf asked, his voice deep and gutural, fur rustling with a sweaty gleam as he stepped towards the smaller man. As he emerged fully from the bush, his erection between his legs became visible, his massive furry balls swaying from side to side. “Suppose I can’t blame ya, the Alpha helped me become bigger, stronger, sexier,” he growled, his muzzle opening as he slid his tongue over his lips.

“That... that’s not a costume,” the deputy stammered, staggering back, fumbling with his firearm at his side. Tugging out the pistol, Clive pointed it at the beast in a shaky grip. “Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?”

Despite the gun pointed at his chest, the werewolf continued forward, his massive pecs bobbing with the motion, his ears perked forward towards the man. “It’s Antonio, Clive,” the wolf chuckled, and he reached forward with shocking speed before placing a massive paw around the gun in the deputy’s hands. “I don’t think we need this, now do we?”

The gun was ripped from Clive’s hand, tossed over the werewolf’s shoulder before landing in the pool with a small splash. “Jesus Christ, Antonio, what happened to you?!” the deputy asked, remembering Antonio from the bar, having seen the college aged man constantly wasted with his two buddies.

“I’ve been given a bit of an upgrade,” the werewolf said, looming over Clive, his body reeking of musk and sex. “My Alpha gave me a mission, to help start gathering more for our pack, and I think you’ll do nicely.” Clive yelped as the werewolf’s hand lashed out and grabbed him bodily, yanking him closer to the wolf’s sweaty body, his scent filling up the human’s nostrils.

Coughing as he pushed against the massive beast, Clive’s hands were covered with Antonio’s sweat, the werewolf’s fur slick with it. “Something’s wrong with you, Tony! Get your head on straight!” he gasped, his nostrils flaring with the scent, his cock getting harder by the moment as he breathed in more and more of the werewolf’s potent musk.

“I think you’ve gotta get your head on straight, Deputy,” the wolf chuckled, his yellow eyes burning as his erection poked into the deputy’s side, “our Alpha’s gonna be the new leader of this here town, and you’re gonna be high on the peckin’ order after you’re turned.”

Clive’s head was dragged into Clint’s massive sweaty armpit, his head pinned between muscled arm and body as he was forced to breathe in the extremely musty armpit. He gasped and pushed at first, his face being coated with sweat, his nostrils burning from the powerful stench. His body was reacting already, fur starting to sprout across the bridge of his nose, his muscles tensing and swelling as the infection worked its way into Clive’s nostrils and even mouth. The wiry deputy started to fill out, his clothing swelling and stretching as the man struggled for escape.

Clear thoughts gave way to increasingly horny ones as Clive was engulfed in the werewolf’s personal smell, his grunts for help giving way to moans of arousal as he tasted some of Antonio’s sweat. He found himself dragging his tongue across the hairy pit, once, twice, his tongue extending and growing as he let out a deep guttural growl of pleasure. The taste and scent filling his every sense, his eyes starting to become flecked with gold as he pushed deeper into the armpit.

Antonio could feel the change, could smell the human’s body starting to give way to that of a werewolf, Clive’s weight increasing by the moment as his shirt ripped open to reveal growing muscles and deep brown fur growing in. The man’s nipples swelled in time with his growing pecs, his breathing growing deeper and his noises becoming increasingly animalistic. “Tuck in, Deputy, you’re going to love it when you smell the Alpha for the first time,” Tony growled.

Clive felt everything important to him being ripped away by the scent, he suddenly could give less of a shit about his girlfriend at home, or going to the bar to drink, or even if he had a job anymore. Instead he was extremely focused on the sexy werewolf scent in his nostrils, he realized how hot the other wolf was, and how much he needed to get off. His pants shredded around his growing thighs, his erection swelling in time with his growing sheath, his balls growing larger and harrier as his body started to produce a similar musky scent to Antonio’s own.

By the time the arm finally opened up, Clive blinked massive wolven eyes at Antonio, his tongue sliding out and running over his black nostrils to gather the sweat collected there. “Why’d you stop?” he growled, his brown fur broken up by a mask of black fur on his face, “I was just getting started,” he said with a grin, his massive paw wrapping around his erection.

“We’ve got a job to do,” Antonio said, his expression growing serious, “Alpha’s orders.”

The new werewolf shivered, his mind filling with the image of a powerful wolf, one that he could smell on Antonio’s body. “Convert the town,” he growled.

“Correct,” Antonio said, and the pair briefly embraced, rubbing their erect shafts against one another, their faces pushed together in a messy kiss before they broke apart. The two slid away, their tails wagging as they left to find more people to convert out in the night.

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Throughout the night, more people started to go missing, just a few at first, nobody who would be honestly reported to the police force. It was strange though, there were a few comments about strange smells filling the air, a heavy musk that seemed to invade the town. People became hornier, couples vanishing to fuck, their inhibitions thrown to the wind as they started to give into the powerful scents.

Everyone who was still at the bar were too busy and drunk to notice the change in the air when three werewolves climbed up onto the roof, smiling at each other, pressing their sweaty bodies up against the air condenser on the roof. Their combined powerful smell flowing into the air system, disseminating amongst the people within, bodies already hot with booze and arousal, they didn’t notice the change immediately. Men and women both, all of them lost in the partying.

The first person to give in was a woman, dancing on a table, clearly too drunk for her own good. She let out a moan as she started to sniff the air, taking in deep breaths as she turned her head to the ceiling, breathing deeper and deeper. “Fuck, what smells so good?”

“Get off the table!” one of the staff yelled at her, clearly annoyed with the drunken holiday antics.

The woman staggered as she felt something weird come over her, her body growing increasingly warm, her nostrils flaring as her eyes started to burn yellow. “Fuck, oh my god,” she moaned, and the change started. The combined effect of three werewolves turned out to be very effective as she started to rip through her clothes, her body swelling, his shoes ripping as massive claws shredded through the material. The staff member gasped and staggered back, his eyes wide as the woman transformed into a werewolf, its muscles swelling, breasts shrinking back into massive pectoral muscles, body starting to produce a heavy musky scent.

Between the wolf’s legs, an erection swelled, her body being transformed into one more appealing to the Alpha’s tastes. Around the bar, other people started to sway and sniff at the air, their own bodies starting to warm up as they couldn’t stop breathing in the increasingly musky air. The wolf on the table flexed his new muscles, looking down at his body with glowing yellow eyes. “Fuck yes,” he growled, his voice deep, his balls shifting as he turned to look down at the fallen staff member. “You’ll make a good wolf for the pack,” he growled, leaning down at the table in a predatory fashion.

“W... what the hell?!” the man yelled. He didn’t get much more of a chance to react as the wolf pounced on him, shoving his face into the wolf’s musky crotch, hitting him with a full dose of his corruptive scent. It wasn’t long before the staff member started to sniff and swell, his own body betraying him, transforming along with the other members of the bar.

All over, the dancers, staff, everyone within was becoming a werewolf, and others from outside spilled in, ready to join in on the festivities. The air sweltered with body heat, the scent of musk heavy in the air, the wolves breathing it in like it was everything. Werewolves of many different fur colors, all of them with glowing yellow eyes, all of them erect and ready. They all looked to the front of the bar, the music in the room being shut off suddenly, leaving the room dead quiet except for the sounds of wolves growling and moaning.

The Alpha stood on the bar’s stage, towering and intimidating, the owner of the bar recently transformed was busy huffing the Alpha’s balls, moaning as he stroked himself. “My new pack, we’ve already built our numbers quite quickly,” he growled, his voice booming, and all of the werewolves looking at him in adoration, many of them stroking themselves as they panted. “But we’re not done yet. By tomorrow light, I expect everyone in this town to be under my thrall, do you understand?”

“Yes Alpha,” they spoke as one, a pack, their yellow eyes all glowing, their need the need of their Alpha.

“Good, now go, spread my scent to every place in this town. By tomorrow, this will be our Pack’s home, and we will look to spread it in the future,” the Alpha growled. Like a wave, the wolves rushed out the doors, the bouncer outside briefly seen in the process of being changed, his face dug into the hairy pit of another wolf. The Alpha grinned, stroking himself as he turned to the bar owner, the only wolf remaining. “Put your ass up, Beta,” he growled, his muzzle pulling into a wide grin, “I’ve got some energy to spend, and you look ready.” The wolf whimpered and shoved his ass up, his Alpha fucking him as he let out a needy howl, eager to see what the morning would bring.