{"sf1_id":832484,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Musk","author":"Ripper Equidae","words":1148,"posted_at":"2015-03-19T13:56:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Domination/Submission","Equine","M/M","Musk","No-Yiff","Romance","Zebra","underwear"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/832484-musk","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/832484","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=832484\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A continuation from the previous theme of Boxers vs Briefs since I mentioned this in passing, there's a little more fap material without a full-blown (huehuehue) yiff scene but I think I did a good job of keeping boyfriend descriptions to a minimum. I'm also not quite this evil really...no honestly...I promise! \u003c.\u003c\nLeave faves, comments, votes etc in the usual appropriate places.","content":"\nBefore I begin I should probably\nsay that hygiene is very important. It helps prevent diseases and wherever\npossible should not really be avoided for any extremely long or damaging to\nhealth lengths of time. That now said, I love musk. It's true. Big ol' zebra\nloves a good whiff of male crotch, underarm and general smell. What's better\nthan snuggling up to another male and just relaxing as you sort of sleep yet\nremain conscious breathing in his scent? It's a big thing for me and yet I\ndon't really know why. I'm assuming it's down to my heightened sense of smell,\nsince I had epilepsy as a young colt (though I'm seizure free for over a decade\nnow) I've been able to pick up smells that are more obscure or further away\nthan other people.\nAnyway, I like musk. Specifically,\nI like my boyfriend's scent. Snugging him in particular due to our romantic\nentanglement elicits particularly...pleasurable...highs of sorts. It's for this\nreason that he knows just a couple days without a proper shower and I'm\nclimbing the walls to ravage him (or him ravage me, whatever we're hot for).\nThis also leads into my previous musings over boxers vs briefs, he loves it if\nI donate old pairs of boxers to him but my dislike of briefs doesn't stop for\nme to enjoy his left over pairs if I happen to see them in the dirty laundry.\nIt's exactly part of the reason why I called him a bastard, 3 days without a\nproper shower (that is, a shower without soaping or anything) in a warm house\nthat already smells partially of him and...well...let's just say that by Saturday\nevening I could've throttled him, sexually of course. It's so hard to describe\nand yet distinctive in character that you instantly know at least what species\nthey are, roughly how old and what their latest activity has likely been. It's\nnot disgusting, it's natural and I can enjoy it without sex. Sex just happens\nto be the thing it mostly leads to for obvious evolution based reasons.\nIt's now Sunday evening and he's\n\"gone to bed\" because he's \"tired\" while I finish up writing some notes, he has\ndeliberately kissed me and swayed out the door so that I see him in the\nreflection on my laptop screen. I let out a low rumble and prick my ears\nforward, frustrated sexually and mentally having lost my train of thought. He\nstill has that pair of fucking candy pants on, over these couple days the smell\nof powdered candy has decreased and the ripe smell of partnered male coupled\nwith dusting of sugar has gone up and up. It's a sickly sweet smell intertwined\nwith hot, raw maleness and I can't get enough of it. Huffing I slam the laptop\nlid down and rumble, fine, he wants to play games then I'm going to make him\npay. It's time for the big guns and no, I don't mean my penis, that's rather\naverage thanks for wondering.\nI look at the clock, 21:46, good,\nI can keep him waiting. I've got a stash of toys and things in one of the\ndrawers in the cupboard under the stairs, they're rarely used but he and I both\nknow exactly what it means when they come out. Going just off the light in the\nliving room I open it up trying to be quiet and pull out a stiff riding crop,\nball gag, handcuffs (with key) and with a slight sound of zipper a pair of\nswimsuit material boxers complete with a zipper through the middle. They hug my\nbulge nicely, they also rarely get washed. Just to check I give them a cheeky\nsniff, pressing my silky nose into the material and huffing. Insert evil grin\nhere. He's not the only one with a powerful scent.\nI slip out of my clothes, put the\nboxers on and slowly make my way upstairs, don't want to seem too eager though\nmy bulging sheath is making that much perfectly clear in the dim light of\nnight. I push open the bedroom door and he's under the covers reading a book\nwith his glasses and bedside light on, his eyes twitch up and give me a cursory\nglance, then there's a gulp. Yeah bitch, you better be scared.\n\"Get your notes typed up then?\"\nhe asks, trying to play it cool but his eyes are glancing to my crotch, the\nzipper and to my hidden hands behind my back.\n\"Nah, couldn't concentrate for\nsome reason, thought maybe I just needed to let off a little steam for a\nchange.\" It's cute watching his nostrils twitch and pick up my scent, eyes\nglazing just a little bit.\n\"Oh, well I'm sure you can finish\nthem tomorrow. Come to bed then?\"\n\"You fucking bet your ass I'm coming\nto bed.\" I rumble and take a few steps forward but head for his side of the\nbed, not mine. \"Have you any idea how difficult it is to concentrate on stuff\nwhen I've got a man walking round my house smelling near as desperate as a\nbitch in heat?\"\n\"N-no sir.\" Oh baby, I didn't\neven have to ask for that. I've stopped just by his bedside table, crotch bulge\njutting at his muzzle and I can see the look of aroused anxiety in there.\n\"Then why pray tell are you\ndeciding to find out this way eh?\"\n\"I...don't know sir.\" I pause, perk\nmy ears forward as passive-aggressively as I can and empty the contents of my\nhand onto his lap, except the crop, the crop I bring out on the other side so\nhe can see it when his attention turns back to me. I see him gulp, but his tail\ntwitches excitedly. He's already got a condom out I see...and his favourite lube\nto use on me, strawberry flavoured.\n\"You've been planning this huh?\"\nI ask, slipping my hand under the duvet and lifting it up as I kneel next to\nthe bed, he relaxes a little at the gentler tone, but still seems wary as I tap\nthe crop against the mattress for good measure. \"Well I'm hungry for it, so\nyou'd better fucking give me it.\" I smack the crop down on his chest and he\nyelps, I can see the candy briefs stretch a little from the rush of arousal\nthat brought on and I jump in, inhale deeply and rumble.\n\"Oh yes baby, I am going to eat\nyou the fuck up.\"\nI lunge, grab the musky sugared\ncandy briefs with my front teeth and yank, the elastic snaps and showers us\nboth in it. He just lays there astounded as I press my silky muzzle in and\ntwitch it against his tip, he writhes and I swat him again.\n\"So do I win?\"\n\"Y-you win.\"\nDamn fucking right.\n"}