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"Love in a bottle"

By Patrick D. Lambert

The malamute frowned at the potion's aspect. A round bottle sealed with a cork that fitted perfectly in his hand. Cormac stirred its content, expecting the transparent liquid to turn pink, but nothing really happened--he did it harder and got the same results.

"What kind of alchemist is he?"

The malamute sighed. The label said it was the right potion: Scent of love, written hurriedly. But he couldn't stop from feeling disappointed over what anyone would say was... well, water. But if the rumor was true, what the malamute was holding there was a potion capable of controlling even the strongest warrior.

The High Priest refused to give him more details, and the Alchemist's journal was written in a complex code for which he lacked the time to decipher--Cormac only got enough info out of it to localize the potion among the plethora of bottles laying around. His farce of being a mere assistant wouldn't last, not with the lion getting suspicious.

His best move--although not the most respectable--was to steal the bottle and leave the High Priest's subordinates to discover its secrets on its own. The Alchemist was pretty much a small hero in the village, and Cormac knew he depended on his journal, reason enough not to steal it. Besides, the High Priest demanded only the potion and nothing else.

The malamute wrapped the bottle in a piece of cloth and put it in his satchel. As he was getting ready to leave, a silhouette in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He barely had time to evade the bolt shot by the stranger, which passed an inch away from his head. Cormac fell to the floor, inadvertently crushing everything inside the satchel.

"W-who are yo-ou?" A shaky voice demanded.

Cormac recognized it immediately and raised both arms in the air.

"Master, it's me! Cormac!"

"Cormac?" His assistant's voice was enough for him to calm down and go back to his regular attitude. Jermaine lowered the crossbow immediately, only holding in the air his candle. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The malamute dared to look over the table he was using as cover. Standing under the threshold was a tall lion wearing nothing but a coif to help his curly hair from tangling more during the night. His slender body was covered in a thick layer of golden fur--white on the front--and decorated with thin strokes of blue here and there.

"I couldn't sleep and I thought I heard someone inside. The door was open. I came to investigate." It was a good excuse, but Cormac still felt like an idiot for not taking the necessary precautions. He was also surprised the lion managed to sneak up on him.

"Oh lord, this is bad." Jermaine dropped the crossbow and rushed to his workbench, leaving the candle on top of it. "Did you find someone?" He asked while rummaging through the messy table, getting increasingly anxious.

"No, I... I didn't."

Something caught Cormac's attention. Jermaine had a very particular musk. It wasn't strong nor disgusting, but it lingered in one's nose even after the lion was gone. It was sweat mixed with the components used during the day and enhanced by the long hours working in his laboratory. Cormac liked it--sort of. But right at that moment, the musk he perceived was different. It was more... alluring.

"This is bad, this is bad!" Jermaine repeated.

"What's the matter?" Cormac asked, trying to ignore the scent, which was getting stronger by the second.

"There's... something is missing. A potion." Then, he spoke in a murmur. "He had no way of knowing."

Cormac began to feel dizzy. He waved his hand in the air to try and get rid of the smell, but it didn't work. It was like smelling it right from Jermaine's pit. The scent invaded his nose and filled his lungs, and it slowly grew in Cormac until he couldn't resist taking deep breaths.

But the mention of the potion managed to make it through the invisible walls risen by the odor, and Cormac snapped out of the trance. With eyes wide open, the malamute checked his satchel, but his suspicions got confirmed right after the scent hit him when he opened the bag. Inside, the cloth protecting the potion was completely wet.

"And... and what potion was that, Master?" Cormac asked.

Now he was the one with a shaky voice. His fear increased as the scent coming from the broken bottle took over him again, scrambling his head as it continued filling his lungs and expanding through his body.

Jermaine sighed. "I guess it won't hurt to tell you. I found a plant that seems to have a hypnotic effect, but it's too weak to affect bipeds. By accident, I let a droplet of sweat fall into the substance and it reacted immediately." He checked each and every bottle on the table, hoping he only mixed the labels.

Cormac held from a nearby table when his legs faltered. He stared at the lion, whom he tricked into thinking he wanted to be his apprentice. Jermaine kept his tail up in alert, leaving his buttocks exposed. The malamute never noticed how handsome the lion really was, a beauty always hidden under heavy robes and plain clothes. It was his first time looking at him naked, and for some strange reason, he whined he didn't do it before.

"It doesn't seem to affect me, but the two test subjects I used them with..." Jermaine continued explaining, making a pause after his nose wrinkled by the presence of a familiar scent in the air. "... they both lose control."

The lion turned slowly. He begged to be wrong. He really did. But the smell was getting stronger, crushing his hopes in the process. When he looked at his assistant, he found a sick-looking malamute attired in dark clothes, with a black robe on top of him. The smell also came from him. It all fell into place immediately, but Jermaine knew it was too late.

"Cormac... why?" He asked, knowing the malamute wouldn't respond.

Cormac was oblivious to how the potion was affecting him at that moment. Not a single thought crossing his mind had sense, except for the intrusive ones related to Jermaine. The lion wasn't visibly strong, but his body was worthy of admiration under Cormac's eyes. He wanted nothing else but to hold him in his arms and take a deep breath from the sweaty and musky fur.

His nose discovered a new source of the sweet musk. Before Jermaine could react, the malamute was already on top of him. Several bottles clacked and rolled around after Cormac pushed the alchemist against the table. He shoved his nose under Jermaine's neck and took a deep breath. His fur bristled when the scent went directly to his lungs.

"Cormac... I know this is hard, but you gotta fight this urge," Jermaine told him. He did a futile attempt to get rid of the skilled hands moving all over his body.

His words, unfortunately, didn't reach. With nothing but its smell, the potion was scrambling the malamute's mind, burying any logical thinking under the unbearable lust that was one of the flower's properties. Each passing second devolved Cormac to his most basic instincts, turning him into a mindless drone too horny to obey.

That was the problem Jermaine had been trying to fix. With more time, the potion was meant to set the subject into a hypnotic trance, during which a silver tongue could bend his mind and memories to his will. Its potential was infinite, and in the right hands, it could change an entire Kingdom. But in its current state, it was dangerous, provoking the trance but causing the subject to have lustful impulses. The lion thought about it as Cormac continued smelling his neck and chest.

And the impulses were... strong. Cormac continued his descent. There was no voice talking to him. The only thing driving him into a trance was the musk coming from Jermaine's body, a delicious scent that only got better and better. And the more he descended, the more he desired the lion. He continued discovering a beauty of which he never got aware before. And he wanted to sniff and lick and taste more and more of him.

In one swift arm sweep, Cormac cleaned the table to make room for Jermaine, who resented briefly the potions wasted there. The horny malamute laid him on top and began to move his wet nose down his chest. While he never felt a sexual attraction towards Cormac, the way he was being handled was a true display of dominance that he had to admit was very exciting.

Jermaine knew nothing would stop Cormac. In that case, his best option was at least to guide him in the right direction before he lost himself in the void that was his mind right then.

"Cormac. I believe you can hear me right now. If that's the case, please try to pay attention," and so, his desperate attempt began. A zonked Cormac doubted for a second before shoving his nose back into the lion's crotch. "Breath deeply. Let my scent fill your lungs. Let my musk invade your mind. I know how hard you try to resist your heat, and the more you resist, the more your lust increases. Breath deeply. Clear your mind of any thoughts and focus only on my scent. Focus on the pleasure it provokes in you. And resist it."

Jermaine knew he needed the right words. The effect was temporal--an orgasm ended it faster. But the previous test subjects refused to jerk off, obsessed over the scent and nothing else. With the right words, Cormac would obey him.

"Fight it. Resist the urge. Let your pleasure build up by taking deep breaths. Fill your lungs with my scent and your mind with your most secret fantasies. Your darkest desires. Fill it with an unbearable lust. And fight it. Savor it. The more you breathe, the more you resist. And the more you resist, the closer you get to break."

Cormac growled. He was already undoing his trousers, holding one of Jermaine's paws against his nose. In his current state, it wouldn't take long for him to reach his limit--it was a scary but also enticing idea.

Naked from the waist down, Cormac finally jumped on top of Jermaine and set himself above the throbbing cock. Drooling, the malamute showed his fangs in a growl, looking down at the lion with a flame of desire in his blue eyes. The dominant expression captivated Jermaine for a moment, but a quick look down revealed a vagina instead of a cock. A curious and fascinating case of study that he didn't have time to think about when the horny malamute sat on top of his manhood.

"Dear lord...!" Jermaine moaned, holding from the sides of the table.

The lion had his fair share of fun with males and females alike, but being inside Cormac was completely different from that. Warm and tight, the inner walls closed around his shaft to squeeze and suck it in. Added to that, the mere concept of fucking a male with a vagina was... surreal. His logical mind tried to fight against the pleasure as it made one question after the other, wondering about the biological implications and the like. But a strong squeeze of his cock made him put those thoughts aside.

He "was" already balls deep on Cormac. But when Jermaine tried to hold the malamute to set the pace, he remembered who was in charge by holding him from the wrists against the table. Was that his actual personality or a side effect of the trance? Jermaine couldn't tell, but that was the least of his concerns at that moment.

Following Jermaine's distant voice, Cormac resisted his urges as much as he could. Now, the only thought in his zonked mind was to reach his climax. With his hips already in motion, Cormac rode the lion's cock fast and hard, getting out almost all of it before sitting down again. The girth and length hit in all the right spots, which only enticed Cormac into going even faster.

The passionate act got them all sweaty in a matter of minutes. Jermaine lay under the malamute, falling into a trance of his own. With droplets of sweat and saliva falling on top of him with each thrust, the lion savored the bizarre situation. Cormac's musk was as strong as his dominant aura. And while he couldn't deny being inside him that way was unique and intense, being under his control was much more exciting. The strong but careful grip, his severe expression, and the spark of worry in his eyes; it was as if even in trance Cormac continued resisting being completely sucked in that void. And Jermaine loved it.

"F-faster... please." The lion dared to beg.

His toes curled. All claws pierced the wood. His crotch was completely wet from the fluids coming from Cormac's cunt. The combined musk was intoxicating. Their moans could be heard from outside. The table creaked with each thrust. What a surreal moment the lion was living.

And when their bodies and minds couldn't resist anymore, Cormac sat one last time and together they experimented a mind-bending climax. Jermaine roared as each muscle of his body tensed up. His cum began to leak out of Cormac's cunt after the massive load filled his insides. A portion of the table broke under his strong grip when the pleasure became too much for him to handle--for a moment, Jermaine felt about to pass out. And still, he tried to push his cock deeper into the malamute, just to prolong the moment.

Seconds later, the exhausted lion took long and deep breaths to recover. He held to the lingering pleasure to stop his mind from trying to process what just happened. And it was then that he noticed the inexpressive face Cormac had as if the orgasm had completely shut down his mind.

"Uh..." he looked around for something to take notes, only to remember everything was on the floor. "I'll take notes of it later." He concluded and pulled Cormac so the can could rest on top of him.

Cormac woke up to the careful touch of the wet cloth Jermaine was using to clean his black and white fur. The alchemist sighed in relief, then smiled. It took Cormac a moment to realize he was naked in front of the lion, a revelation that startled him and sent his hands down to cover what Jermaine had already seen.

"Don't worry. I... I must say it was a surprise," the lion looked away in shame. His hands continued cleaning the malamute's leg. "I'm not sure how your anatomy works, but I made a potion for... well, just in case."

Cormac slowly relaxed, and as he did, he also realized what just happened. With the blood from his cheeks boiling, he sat on the bed and covered his face with the sheets. That didn't stop the memories from flowing back, despite the deep trance in which he was.

"Hey! No hard feelings. There are many interested in that potion, you know?" The lion explained. He was struggling to keep his voice calm after what was clearly a hard situation for both of them. "As you've already seen, it's probably a bad idea to deliver it right now. I'm afraid of what would happen. So... considering you're the only one who knows what it actually does..."

A pause. He was really struggling to find the words. Cormac dared to look at him from the corner of his eye, tail already wagging in anticipation of what was coming.

"W-would you like to... to stay here and do more tests with me...?"

Cormac swallowed. His tail wagged at full speed.

"I would love that."