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Before I begin I should probably

say that hygiene is very important. It helps prevent diseases and wherever

possible should not really be avoided for any extremely long or damaging to

health lengths of time. That now said, I love musk. It's true. Big ol' zebra

loves a good whiff of male crotch, underarm and general smell. What's better

than snuggling up to another male and just relaxing as you sort of sleep yet

remain conscious breathing in his scent? It's a big thing for me and yet I

don't really know why. I'm assuming it's down to my heightened sense of smell,

since I had epilepsy as a young colt (though I'm seizure free for over a decade

now) I've been able to pick up smells that are more obscure or further away

than other people.

Anyway, I like musk. Specifically,

I like my boyfriend's scent. Snugging him in particular due to our romantic

entanglement elicits particularly...pleasurable...highs of sorts. It's for this

reason that he knows just a couple days without a proper shower and I'm

climbing the walls to ravage him (or him ravage me, whatever we're hot for).

This also leads into my previous musings over boxers vs briefs, he loves it if

I donate old pairs of boxers to him but my dislike of briefs doesn't stop for

me to enjoy his left over pairs if I happen to see them in the dirty laundry.

It's exactly part of the reason why I called him a bastard, 3 days without a

proper shower (that is, a shower without soaping or anything) in a warm house

that already smells partially of him and...well...let's just say that by Saturday

evening I could've throttled him, sexually of course. It's so hard to describe

and yet distinctive in character that you instantly know at least what species

they are, roughly how old and what their latest activity has likely been. It's

not disgusting, it's natural and I can enjoy it without sex. Sex just happens

to be the thing it mostly leads to for obvious evolution based reasons.

It's now Sunday evening and he's

"gone to bed" because he's "tired" while I finish up writing some notes, he has

deliberately kissed me and swayed out the door so that I see him in the

reflection on my laptop screen. I let out a low rumble and prick my ears

forward, frustrated sexually and mentally having lost my train of thought. He

still has that pair of fucking candy pants on, over these couple days the smell

of powdered candy has decreased and the ripe smell of partnered male coupled

with dusting of sugar has gone up and up. It's a sickly sweet smell intertwined

with hot, raw maleness and I can't get enough of it. Huffing I slam the laptop

lid down and rumble, fine, he wants to play games then I'm going to make him

pay. It's time for the big guns and no, I don't mean my penis, that's rather

average thanks for wondering.

I look at the clock, 21:46, good,

I can keep him waiting. I've got a stash of toys and things in one of the

drawers in the cupboard under the stairs, they're rarely used but he and I both

know exactly what it means when they come out. Going just off the light in the

living room I open it up trying to be quiet and pull out a stiff riding crop,

ball gag, handcuffs (with key) and with a slight sound of zipper a pair of

swimsuit material boxers complete with a zipper through the middle. They hug my

bulge nicely, they also rarely get washed. Just to check I give them a cheeky

sniff, pressing my silky nose into the material and huffing. Insert evil grin

here. He's not the only one with a powerful scent.

I slip out of my clothes, put the

boxers on and slowly make my way upstairs, don't want to seem too eager though

my bulging sheath is making that much perfectly clear in the dim light of

night. I push open the bedroom door and he's under the covers reading a book

with his glasses and bedside light on, his eyes twitch up and give me a cursory

glance, then there's a gulp. Yeah bitch, you better be scared.

"Get your notes typed up then?"

he asks, trying to play it cool but his eyes are glancing to my crotch, the

zipper and to my hidden hands behind my back.

"Nah, couldn't concentrate for

some reason, thought maybe I just needed to let off a little steam for a

change." It's cute watching his nostrils twitch and pick up my scent, eyes

glazing just a little bit.

"Oh, well I'm sure you can finish

them tomorrow. Come to bed then?"

"You fucking bet your ass I'm coming

to bed." I rumble and take a few steps forward but head for his side of the

bed, not mine. "Have you any idea how difficult it is to concentrate on stuff

when I've got a man walking round my house smelling near as desperate as a

bitch in heat?"

"N-no sir." Oh baby, I didn't

even have to ask for that. I've stopped just by his bedside table, crotch bulge

jutting at his muzzle and I can see the look of aroused anxiety in there.

"Then why pray tell are you

deciding to find out this way eh?"

"I...don't know sir." I pause, perk

my ears forward as passive-aggressively as I can and empty the contents of my

hand onto his lap, except the crop, the crop I bring out on the other side so

he can see it when his attention turns back to me. I see him gulp, but his tail

twitches excitedly. He's already got a condom out I see...and his favourite lube

to use on me, strawberry flavoured.

"You've been planning this huh?"

I ask, slipping my hand under the duvet and lifting it up as I kneel next to

the bed, he relaxes a little at the gentler tone, but still seems wary as I tap

the crop against the mattress for good measure. "Well I'm hungry for it, so

you'd better fucking give me it." I smack the crop down on his chest and he

yelps, I can see the candy briefs stretch a little from the rush of arousal

that brought on and I jump in, inhale deeply and rumble.

"Oh yes baby, I am going to eat

you the fuck up."

I lunge, grab the musky sugared

candy briefs with my front teeth and yank, the elastic snaps and showers us

both in it. He just lays there astounded as I press my silky muzzle in and

twitch it against his tip, he writhes and I swat him again.

"So do I win?"

"Y-you win."

Damn fucking right.