Aromatherapy
A very short one-off done in response to a prompt in an /hmofa/ thread.
>You come home from another shitty day at work. You hate this job. Every single day is shitty.
>But, the pay's good enough to make you stick with it. Besides, you've got ways of decompressing after bad days...
>You take off your coat and flop onto the couch with a sigh.
>Almost immediately, you hear tapping coming down the hall.
>Right on schedule.
>Your wife bursts into the room, a concerned look on her face.
>"Another bad day, honey?"
>You grunt and nod vaguely. She rushes over and sits beside you, and your head immediately gets cloudy...
>You are unfortunate enough to have been saddled with a one in a million disorder. It screws with your sense of smell to the point that nothing smells as it should. Flowers reek of death, most air fresheners might as well be poison...
>But it's not all bad. There's one smell that never ceases to blow your mind...
>Clean fur. Just so much as a whiff practically puts you into a state of bliss, and you've been known to, ah... enjoy more thorough exposure a bit TOO much.
>Because of this, your beloved Alyssa is a godsend.
>She's a cat, and one who has grown to love your genetic quirk.
>"Anon, honey... let me help you forget about work."
>Still in a sour mood, you begrudgingly lean against her, the intoxicating aroma of fresh-washed fur slowly melting your stress away.
>She smiles lovingly as you slowly collapse into her lap.
>"That's it... just relax~"
>It's not hard to do just that, given your situation...
>Her soft, fluffy fur only serves to add to the blissful comfort of your position.
>"Just... re... lax~"
>Her smile slowly grows more... predatory. Her voice more sultry.
>She slowly repositions you so that you're lying on the couch rather than across her lap. She then proceeds to lay down on top of you, tail swishing mischievously.
>You can feel yourself fast approaching a climax, and it seems that she's picked up on that. She savagely yanks your pants off, then presses her soft, furry body against you, lust in her eyes.
>"Now, what did I tell you? Relax~"
>She leans in close to your face, smiling, and gently places a hand under your head.
>"W-wait a-"
>She suddenly buries your face in her voluminous, fluffy chest. It's all you can take.
>With a deep inhale, you coat your wife's freshly-showered fur with your seed.
>She scoffs teasingly and playfully slaps your shoulder.
>"Anon, I JUST showered! Well... guess I'll just have to go get cleaned up again. When I get back... I'll have you make sure my fur is good and fresh~"
>She winks and heads off to the bathroom, leaving you reeling from an amazing hands-free climax.
>God, you love that woman. You can't even remember what got you in such a lousy mood earlier...
>With a sigh, you drift off into sleep, mind nearly overstimulated from the aroma of clean fur...