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The Musky Mistress of Slime

For Wolfrider

By Draconicon

Tracking a super villain that had already fled the scene of the crime was not often a job for the police. There were too many tricks and traps that the villain could leave behind, and it was honestly just not safe.

However, for superheroes...

John, also known as the Mighty Nose for his ability to track down those fleeing from the arms of justice, had been on the trail of the Mistress of Slime for the last half hour. He knew that she had gone away from the bank and given the rest of the pursuers the slip by running down the sewer, but he'd noticed where her scent had really gone.

It was part of her work, he supposed. She could control her slime, and made it look like there were footprints leading into the sewer, but she couldn't control her scent. Her musk...

He rubbed his nose, the wolf following after the smell through a construction yard, following the raunchy smell of body odor, sweat, and the crisper smell of fresh bills. Not many ways to disguise the latter, particularly not to him.

She better be ready for a fight. I'm not going to just take this lying down.

It was one thing to track a villain across the city at night, dangerous as it was. It was another thing to follow this one. The Mistress of Slime had an odor to her that was positively rank, and having to stuff his nose with it regularly to keep following her was putting him in a foul mood. He wanted this over and done with...and maybe with a punch in the teeth for her for good measure.

He followed the smell through the construction yard, stepping under a framework of iron bars and girders when -

Flutter flutter.

The Mighty Nose paused, looking up. There were things falling down. Paper?

No, money.

Holding out one hand, he caught one of the bills. It was crisp and newer than it should have been to be blowing around on the breeze, but there was something off about it. It was a bit discolored, too. He lifted it to his nose -

"Nnnngh!"

And had to throw it away, covering his nose as the raw reek of the smell attached to it nearly knocked him out. He slumped against one of the girders, groaning as he rubbed his nose rapidly.

"Oh god...oh god, that's so...so bad..."

"Hehehe, oh, you think that's bad?"

That voice.

He looked up, blinking through the tears in his eyes to see the frog sitting on top of the framework of iron. She grinned at him, her bloated body stretching upwards as she stood up. It was thick and heavy looking, particularly for a frog.

"Mmmph...Mistress of Slime..."

"Oh, you found me, did you, Mighty Nose?"

She smiled, holding out a bag. It must have been the money. If he could get that -

"Well, I've already got what I want, so you can have this back."

"You're giving up?"

"Don't be silly."

Without warning, she turned the bag upside-down, and suddenly the air was filled with sprinkling, twisting, turning banknotes. Thousands of dollars spun and spiraled through the air, and as they turned, they carried something else with them.

John fell to his knees as his nose was assaulted with the powerful musk that clung to the bills. Just like the first one, they were trapped with the slime of the bank robber, except now that they were fluttering about, they were spreading the scent everywhere. His powerful nose was taking in every bit of it, and it was too much for him.

The slimy frog leaped from her perch, falling through the falling money. He tried to get up and move, but it was too late.

Thump.

They slammed into the ground together, the hero on the bottom and the villain on the top. She grinned at him, her hands resting on the spandex that covered his chest - and the rest of his body, for that matter - as she straddled his waist.

"Mmm, what's the matter, Mighty Nose? Offended by my smell?"

"Nnngh...fuck...you reek, woman!"

"Oh, you'll come to love it. Give it time..."

She ground against him, and he groaned as he felt her pressing down on his crotch, and he realized he could feel her pussy through her costume. It was so tight, so shamelessly pressed against him, that the wolf had no choice but to respond.

Not in the way he wanted, either. As she held him pinned, her slime and her smell keeping him from thinking straight or fighting back, he could feel his cock slowly getting harder, slowly pushing free of its safe space between his legs and pushing up against her. John shook his head, trying to bring his greater strength to bear, but the frog just leaned down and breathed in his face.

"Oh...god..."

He coughed, sputtering at the bad breath that filled his nose. The humiliation of being overpowered by this joke of a supervillain was bad enough, but the fact that she was lording it over him made it even worse. She was so weak that a civvy might have been able to beat her, and here he was, struggling to even push her off of him.

She chuckled as she leaned back, and he gasped for breath in the space that gave him. Even as she slid off his waist, giving his cock room to throb, he tried to roll -

Only to find that he was stuck. His eyes went wide, his head turned to look up -

"Oh, that's not fair..."

He'd been restrained to the iron girder behind him, his arms pulled over his head and wrapped around it. He might have been able to get free if he'd been one of the supers that had greater strength or something like that, but as it stood, he was one of the weakest heroes in the city, at least physically. All his powers were good for were tracking people to where they lived so that the stronger heroes could beat them up.

And now, he was at the mercy of the Mistress of Slime.

The frog giggled as she straddled him again, her hands running up and down his chest and leaving her slime wherever it touched. It reeked of sweat, of BO, of everything that came from someone that was completely out of shape and never washed properly. He groaned, knowing that he'd need to get a new costume if he ever wanted it to come out.

And the frog wasn't letting up, either.

"Mmmm, you're so cute."

"Let me go, you fucking -"

"Ooh, language."

She tapped a finger against his mouth, the smell so much stronger, and he could almost taste it. Gagging, the wolf turned his head to the side -

"Ooooh, and still so excited."

She bounced her hips against his cock, making the bulge roll from one side to the other in humiliating fashion. Every time she shifted her weight, she reminded him that he was hard, and that more importantly, he was hard for her.

"Mmm, I almost never get to see people hard for me," she teased. "You know what it feels like to have a compliment like that, hmm?"

"I don't care! Let me go!"

"Why should I let you go, my little toy?"

She chuckled, pushing their hips together again, and this time, he could feel her opening up a little, his cock bulge grinding against her opening in a way that was far too close to actual penetration. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as he desperately tried to pull his hips back, but all she did was follow him, grinding down, pinning his cock in place.

Thankfully, their costumes were too strong to break like that, but she was teasing him relentlessly, her body, her touch overcoming the boner-killing power of her stink.

"Nnngh! This is rape!"

"I'm a villain, we're allowed," she said.

"When I get free -"

"You know, I'm getting a little sick of all the complaining. You have a lady all over you, begging for your cock; doesn't that turn you on at all?"

"No!"

"Well, your body says otherwise, but if all you're going to do is complain..."

John glared at her. The way that she sat on his cock, the way that she had just set this whole thing up, only made it that much worse. The money meant nothing to her. All that it did was get him called out, give him something to track so that she could pin him in place, take him for her toy.

"You - mmmph!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, she spat out her tongue. Being a frog, that meant a lot more than it did for other species, and he was left with a throat-fuck from hell, that tongue wriggling deeper and deeper down his neck like a tentacle from one of the gadget villains.

She leaned forward, covering his face with hers, the deep, bad breath from down in her guts welling up as her massive mouth pressed against his. It might have looked like a kiss, but it was nothing short of a throat-fucking.

John strained to breathe, but all he could do was suck it in through his nose, his body shaking as he took in every new fume, every bad smell, every reeking odor that the Mistress of Slime had to use against him.

There was no escape, even into unconsciousness, particularly as she started riding him again!

The End