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It was yet another day for Raffe the lynx. Being awoken by the natural light of the sun beaming into his bedroom, the first thing noticed by the wild feline was the stink of Dyer's musk spray still attached to his body. Just the day before he had hung out with the wolverine and had been treated to blasts of his intense and rank spray. Its clinging reek was a welcome addition to the stink that he was building, made of several elements, some coming from himself while others were generous contributions made by others. He took a deep breath as he rose up from his bed.

While he yawned and stretched, Raffe continued to take in the scent of himself. He noticed that his armpits were especially smelly, having a dense mixed musk attached to them. A sense of pride came over the feline as he really breathed in the pungent stink that came from multiple days without a wash. Sweat, piss, and even some cum all being left there to also build. He sighed deeply and felt his cock twitch. That wasn't the only thing that Raffe felt. As it was every time he woke up, the feline felt pressure in his bladder, the feeling of it being full and ready to release its contents.

Usually he would have gone into his bathroom to either fill his tub or the basin but Raffe was feeling that the musk of his bedroom was weakening a bit. While the smell of him was delightfully intense, he had been neglecting the necessary upkeep needed to keep his dwelling just as potent and smelly. Now was his chance to correct that, killing two birds with one stone. Standing in the center of his bedroom, Raffe readied himself to let loose. Attached to him was a loincloth that he wasn't going to take off. It could use a fresh marking as well. The splotches of dried cum were starting to lose their smell and he needed something to "freshen" it up again.

Having a need to go, Raffe simply allowed himself to do so. He opened the floodgates and felt it flowing out of him. It was coming out with so much force that a hissing sound could be heard. It was drowned out by the feline's sigh of relief and pleasure. His loincloth was becoming soaked from the fragrant dark fluid that splashed directly against it. Raffe spread his legs a bit wider, feeling the fresh and hot piss running down his thighs and legs. He still had plenty to give even though the loincloth was thoroughly soaked at this point.

Pulling the soaked fabric to the side, Raffe exposed his still pissing cock. Now his urine was free to splatter onto the floor with nothing to get in the way of it. The feline grunted and increased the force of it, feeling a rising satisfaction from the louder splatters that reached his flicking ears. An even greater sense of enjoyment came from this and Raffe let it be known as he let out another bliss-laced sigh. The piss was quickly pudding around his own feet and he wiggled his toes, feeling the fluid seeping in between them. Just as he wanted, the area he was marking was already smelling stronger than before.

He turned around and marked his bed as well, shifting his hips from side to side to get the whole thing soaked. While his stream still lasted, the lynx tread a wide circle along within his room, marking the walls and anything else that he could piss on. The chairs, desk, and anything else was given a fresh bath of feline urine and in doing so he spread his intense natural aroma all over the bedroom, making it reek heavily of himself when it was all over.

Simply breathing was making him excited. Seeing no reason to deny himself, Raffe reached down and gripped his cock with one hand and pulled the loincloth from his body with the other. Having a good grip on himself, the feline began purring as his hand was slowly sliding up and down. Precum began leaking from his tip and he made use of that, slathering it all over his cock, making the process all the easier and more pleasurable. While doing this he was still breathing in the scent that was all around him; the smell of his own body, made even smellier than usual thanks to the sweat he worked up and the fresh piss that was all over his crotch and legs. The scent of himself and his essence never failed to make him aroused.

For a bit he did this, inhaling the aroma of the room while stroking himself but in time the feline felt that he needed more if he really wanted to get off. In order to sate his needs, Raffe simply lifted up an arm and treated himself to the raw aroma of his pits again. This time he really took deep sniffs from the area, relishing the overwhelming yet perfectly natural earthiness that was paired perfectly with the lasting hints of piss and cum that came from other villagers.

The pleasure rose and he moaned out. A bit faster than before, Raffe kept jerking himself, listening to the sounds of his slick hand moving back and forth, making his cock all the sloppier with his precum and the scent that was attached to it. The pre also allowed him to stroke in any way that he saw fit. The warmth and wetness was adding to the pleasure that he was feeling while his steady inhaling was keeping him excited.

Some more time passed and by then Raffe's hand was sailing up and down his inches at a rapid pace. The feline was panting heavily from how good it felt and knew that he was close. True to his assumption, Raffe's balls drew up but he was quick to do something just before he began cumming. With his loincloth clutched firmly in his other hand, Raffe made sure that it was right in front of his swelling tip.

The first rope of cum came out with force, gushing right into the already pissed-on fabric. Biting his lip and riding out the intense pleasure of his climax, Raffe watched as he blew his load all over the loincloth, giving it yet another layer of musk and mess that he would be proudly wearing when it came time to stroll through the village. For the time being he was still enjoying his orgasm, making sure all of his seed was released onto the loincloth. When it was all over, Raffe observed the fruits of his labor with pride. He didn't waste time to get the loincloth back on, humming as he felt how warm and sticky it still was...

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Stepping outside of his home with the loincloth on, Raffe basked in the warm sun that was heating up the air, giving rise to the strong stink that clung to the entire village. By now the entire village was up and alive with activity. While making his way through, Raffe observed the various acts that his friends and neighbors were engaging in.

Most of them were just doing things to keep themselves and the area they all lived in smelly. He passed by a goat that was carrying a basket of linens. They made eye contact and smiled at each other. While Raffe was still close by he watched as the basket was placed down on the ground and he began pissing on it, getting them wet and smelling of his mark. Raffe passed by and got a good whiff of the tangy musk that was rising from the soaked fabrics. He wished the goat a good morning as well and continued on his way.

The next thing he passed by was a pair of raccoons. They lived together and were avid collectors. Wares from other villages had come in and the pair had been quick to get a bunch of trinkets that would be added to their collection. He could see their excitement as they piled the things in the yard in front of their shared home. The two then began to excitedly rub their sweaty and unwashed feet all over their new things. They needed to be slathered in sweat and filth before they were added to the pile that was in their home.

The next person that Raffe came across was none other than Dyer, the wolverine that had helped add to his stink the day before. As luck would have it, he was treated to the sight of the bigger and bulkier mammal hunched over with his tail lifted. He grunted then sighed as a strong spray of musk blasted out, being generously spritzed onto the side of his home. Its powerfully offending reek reached his nose and made his head spin, requiring him to stop and steady himself. When he felt steady on his feet again, Raffe smiled and waved to Dyer, continuing on his path.

Seeing Dyer again compelled Raffe to go see another one of his friends. There was another that lived nearby, a hyena by the name of Harre. He lived just a bit outside of the village, closer to the trees that he cut for a living. The well built hyena took great pride in the service that he provided for the community, being the source of fresh cut logs perfect for fires used for cooking or keeping warm. Doing it the old fashioned way, the brown and spotted hyena would go about his job with axe in hand, painstakingly swinging and striking the mighty trunks until the tree would lean and come toppling down.

This hard effort was rewarded in the form of an acrid, powerful, and intoxicating musk. Sweating day in and day out resulted in the hyena being always drenched in his own raw scent. It was biting, striking the nasal senses from quite a distance away, only getting stronger all the closer one got to Harre himself. This is what Raffe was experiencing. Following his keen nose, the lynx was led to the hyena's cottage and that's where he found Harre. The spotted mammal was out in the open, his pants down around his ankles as he was just finishing up with peeing on what appeared to be a brand new, shiny axe. Harre sighed, his deep voice being heard by Raffe as he released the last of his urine on the newly acquired tool.

"Ah, Raffe. What brings you out all this way?" the hyena asked, shaking the last droplets from his length.

"Oh you know... I was just in the area," Raffe said with a shrug. The other mammal's pants were still down and his musk was wafting outwards, carried by the small breeze right to Raffe. Breathing in the smell had an instant reaction for the feline. Hard shudders were running down his spine. He instinctively came closer and it was becoming stronger. It had been a while since he got so close to Harre so he had forgotten just how potent the stink could be. Harre's body was slathered in sweat, making the entirety of his spotted pelt shiny and damp. Looking closely, it appeared to be a slimy texture, especially along his underarms and over his ballsack. Raffe could discern some of the elements with his nose: stagnant sweat, the reek of sex and cum...there was also the hint of bear piss in there too. The rest was harder for him to pick out individually. It was likely that these elements had been on Harre's body for so long that they were just an indistinguishable part of him now.

"If you wanted me to mark you too, you could have just asked," Harre said.

Raffe blinked and realized that he was all but pressed against the hyena, his nose working to drink in the punching foulness with nothing short of elation. He managed to nod even though he was dazed from the sheer earthy funk that overtook his senses.

The small amount of distance between them was closed when Harre reached out and pulled Raffe in, making their bodies actually touch. Front and front. Now that he could actually feel the hyena's body, Raffe was certain that it wasn't just the usual things that were coating his fur and skin. It was something else.

"Noticed it, huh?" Harre asked, his voice dripping with pride. When he got a nod in response the hyena smiled even more. "Then I'll let you in on a little secret. It's called hyena butter."

"Hyena...butter?" Naffe asked with confusion and intrigue. He hadn't ever heard of that.

"I can show you if you want," Harre offered. Raffe nodded quickly, feeling excitement welling up inside of him as the hyena eased back. He then squatted down and grunted, pushing out the thick, pasty substance that was unique to his species. From where he was standing, Raffe could smell its stench. Putting his hands down and underneath him, Harre collected his butter in both hands and stood up, having handfuls of the rank substance.

"Ready?" Harre asked. Raffe confirmed that he was and the hyena moved in. "Right. Lift up your arms."

Raffe did as he was told, and shivered from the feeling of the hot, gooey stuff was touched to his underarms. It felt good, making him purr before he even realized. The feeling made him tremble but he did his best to keep still. Being smeared on his armpits and then his arms and chest, the hyena butter's stink was stronger than he expected, being so intense that it was in the back of his throat, as if it was something he just swallowed.

Harre's focus was on getting it all over the feline's body, spreading the raw funk of it all over the shorter mammal's body. He could see that it was affecting Raffe and his smell was certainly changing. Instead of the butter being incorporated in the stink that was already there, the butter's stench was overpowering it, being the only thing to smell on him. Moving all the way down, Harre got Raffe to lift up a foot so he could smear the butter all over the top and the bottom. He took his time to massage it in and Raffe groaned softly from how good it felt. The more that his body was slathered, the stronger the smell was becoming. It was actually making him dizzy but also needy for more. Realizing that this scent would be attached to him from now on, Raffe's heart began to pound and his cock rose to full mast faster than it ever had before.

Now doing his back, the hyena's large and thick hands were working to knead the butter into Raffe's already damp, sweat-logged pelt. Raffe could feel it getting heavier, as if a dense gel was being worked into his fur instead of the strong, almost offending-smelling substance. When Harre came back around he used the last of the butter on his hands for a very special area. His hands dipped underneath the smaller male's loincloth, one hand wrapping around the cock and the other cupping Raffe's balls.

Raffe shuddered and mewled. He felt pleasure racing through him and precum was leaking from his tip already as the musky butter was being smeared all over his inches via the hand sliding up and down. It wasn't just for pleasure but to make the marking truly all over. Harre took the time and put in the effort to make sure the entire thing was coated. It was making him excited as well, evident by the plumping up of his own slimy butter-coated cock.

He also teased Raffe's cock in various ways, giving attention to the tip specifically. All the while his other hand was smearing butter all over the balls, greasing them up and leaving them coated with a sheen that would last for a few months. It would be sticking firmly to the feline and would be hard to wash off as well, but Raffe wouldn't have a problem with that. While feeling the pleasure coursing through him, the lynx was breathing in the raunchy miasma that was rising from his own body.

Now that the entirety of his cock was coated in butter, Harre finally focused on giving pleasure, listening to the lynx's pants getting louder as he stroked with more speed and a tighter grip. He could feel the shaft throbbing, strings of precum getting his hand wet. It was being smeared back onto the cock it came from, mixing with the butter, making the smell even stronger.

As things were intensifying and the smell poured into his nose relentlessly, Raffe could feel his balls pulsing as well. There was a pressure inside of him that was building with every stroke and knead. More precum was used to lube the way and the next squeeze was just too much for him. Harre was still stroking as the first rope of cum flew free from the tip. It flew through the air and landed on the hyena's chest. He aimed to milk out more cum and coat his own body in the other male's seed.

Harre decided to take things further by releasing what he had leftover in his bladder. The butter was already set on his friend's body and pelt. It wouldn't be washed away by the rush of his remaining piss. Together they both moaned and panted softly, sharing pleasures and relief in different forms while also taking deep breaths of the air between them, basking in how tainted with stink it was. The hyena's pissing and Raffe's cumming finished at about the same time, leaving them both feeling satisfied.

"There. You're gonna be turning a lot of heads. Just don't go telling everybody why you stink so bad. I don't like interruptions," Harre said as he gripped his axe with one hand and pulled his pants up with the other. He bid his friend a good day and resumed his woodcutting with a freshly marked axe while Raffe was all too eager to walk through the village again.