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First post!

This story was written and submitted to an anthology centered around 'The five furry senses', and was submitted as scent-themed. Unfortunately it was not accepted, but I figure I might as well post it here. Constructive criticism is appreciated!

The main inspiration for this comes from a larger world that I have been tinkering with forever, but way easier to write lewd short stories than to write a long story in a coherent world.

Enjoy!

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I slowly woke up to the feeling of hair tickling my nose. I tried to twitch my nose and dislodge the hair. No luck. I tried blowing a puff of air from my mouth to dislodge it. No luck. Defeated, I groaned and brought an arm around to scratch it. Such was my morning routine now that I was sharing my bed with a werewolf. Though when it was not getting in my nose or mouth, his fur made him very comfy to snuggle with. I lifted my head up and looked at the window. The sun was just starting to come up. I would have to get up soon. I snuggled against the warm form, wanting to enjoy the coziness for just a little bit longer.

The fuzzy bulk in front of me snuggled back into me, groaning in complaint at being woken. He mumbled a groggy "G-mrning"

I burrowed a little deeper into his shoulder blades. "Morning. Just getting in a last few bits of cuddling before I have to get up"

He rolled over onto his back, turning his head and looking at me. "Get up? Why don't you just stay here and cuddle"

I put my head up on a hand and ran another hand through the fur of his chest. "That is very tempting, but I have been putting off this yard work for way too long. The back yard is going to be taken over by the woods if I put it off any longer. If I get an early start, I can be done by the afternoon before it gets too hot out."

A sigh came from the wolf. "Fine, but I'm going to stay right here."

"I mean you could come help, it would make things go faster."

His ears went back. "I... would rather not go out in the yard"

Shit, I had forgotten about that. "Oh, right. Sorry. You don't have to if you don't want to."

He nuzzled me and licked the side of my face. "Thanks. Ill get there. I just..."

"I know"

I scratched the fur on his belly, getting a happy moan, and then got out of bed. I turned towards the bed. "Try not to sleep all day. I'm going to take a shower, have a cup of coffee, and then head outside."

He looked at me and tilted his head. "A shower? You're just going to go get dirty again."

I shrugged. "I don't know, I just feel gross if I don't shower when I wake up. I'm sure ill need to take another after yard work, but I don't want to feel greasy right now"

He looked like he was going to say something, but shrugged and rolled over, stealing my pillow and curling into a dark fuzzy ball.

A quick shower and a cup of coffee and my grogginess was more or less taken care of. I threw on some yard work clothes and went out to the back.

The yard had gotten a bit out of control. My house could be considered a bit out in the boonies. It meant I had a lot of space, but it also meant that the land around it was largely wild. In fact, I was right on the corner of a huge forest preserve. The big backyard was bounded on all sides by forest. About 20 feet into that forest there was an ancient rusty fence covered in No Trespassing signs. It seemed to embolden the trees, making them think they could just take over my yard by sending leaves and branches and errant saplings down onto the lawn.

The past several weeks we had seen a ton of rain, and then I had been unexpectedly too busy to do regular yard care. At this point both the grass and the forest line were well past where I like to keep them. I had honestly been dreading dealing with it, and would have preferred to stay inside and cuddle. However the yard wasn't going to get any better, and I didn't really have any excuses at this point.

The werewolf sleeping inside was actually the main excuse for why the yard was in the shape it was. About a month ago during one of the worst storms I can remember, I had woken to a loud noise in the cellar. I had gone down to investigate and found a soaked, bloody mess of black fur in the middle of my basement. It had somehow broken through the cellar door and was now laying on the floor barely breathing. In a decision that seemed insane at the time, I had managed to get this large deadly creature (who I now know is named Lane) stabilized and safe. I had ended up spending the next two weeks recuperating an honest-to-god werewolf. He had been at the brink of death, but managed to pull through despite some pretty horrific wounds. He still hadn't told me what had left the massive gouges in his back and sides, or where he had come from to get to my house that night. He just asked if he could stay with me, and that I please don't make him go outside.

This did not make me feel great about the massive woods surrounding my house, but he had assured me that I had nothing to worry about. He on the other hand, preferred to stay as far from the woods as possible. I was still reasonably uncertain about the whole thing, but he seemed earnest enough in his guarantee that I would be safe. Just in case, I had done my best to bleach any of the blood stains on the cellar landing and basement floor. The torrential rains of that night and the following weeks has most likely diluted any blood that was in the yard. But due to the general uneasiness, I had pretty much stayed inside other than going into town for groceries.

In those few weeks of recuperation and self-imposed house arrest, Lane and I had become close. For the first week or so he had mostly slept. Then he recovered enough that the pain of his healing wounds kept him awake. We had talked a lot those nights, staying up and just chatting about whatever came to mind. I obviously had a lot of questions about werewolves, having never met one. He laughed at most of those questions. Turned out that no, the full moon thing was not really accurate. He could change form whenever he wanted. He just preferred to remain a big wolf-man. Said he liked the way he looked like that. He promised to show me this transformation later, but with his injuries, it would be a bad idea to try it for now. I learned that yes, meat tasted better when you hunted it, but he assured me that he only hunted things like rabbit and deer. The only things he seemed hesitant to provide an answer to were exactly how he ended up injured and nearly dead in my basement, and where he came from to get here.

These conversations were easy and friendly, and I reasonably quickly felt myself falling for him. I tried to hide this as best I could, not sure if this werewolf was into humans at all, much less guys. Then one day I was helping him brush out his fur (a task made significantly more difficult by his injuries) and well, one thing led to another. Turns out he was into me as well, and apparently could smell that I was enjoying the brushing more than I let on. After that night, he moved from a mattress in the basement to my room, and so far, things have been great.

Thoughts of the fuzzy goofball kept a smile on my face as I slowly retook the back yard from the forest. After a first pass of picking up all the larger debris and piling it up, I brought the mower out of the garage. The grass put up a decent fight, but ultimately lost. I had to go over some areas more than once. From time to time I found myself idly looking into the depths of the woods. Normally this was one of my favorite things to do. I would stare into the woods and look for squirrels or deer or the occasional fox. Recent events now had me looking for nebulous monsters or far less friendly werewolves. I tried to not think too much about it and moved my attention back to the lawn.

After tackling the lawn, I cut back any of the trees and shrubs that were poking too far into the yard and added the branches to the pile of debris. This all got either mulched or piled up as kindling. After that, all that remained was cleaning up the beds along the side of the house. Luckily the storm hadn't made too much of a mess of things. By the time I was done, the sun was getting high in the sky, but the yard looked presentable again. I, on the other hand, was a sweaty mess.

I brushed as much grass and wood chip as I could off of my shirt, shorts, and legs, left my work gloves and boots inside the garage and went inside. Lane was sitting on the couch idly watching some daytime TV. I came up behind him and hugged him. He leaned his head back and nuzzled into my chest, nose twitching.

"Done?"

"Done. Off to take a shower, then we can make some lunch"

"Wait! Come here."

I walked around in front of him. As soon as I was around the couch he pulled me toward him, put his arms around me and put his face to my chest.

Confused but cozy, I wrapped my arms around his big head, scratching gently through the fur behind his ears. His tail thumped softly against the seat of the couch.

"Not sure what spurred this on, but I would be happy to sit here and snuggle with you once I'm not a sweaty mess."

The thumping tail stopped. He pulled his face from my chest and looked up at me. "But I like that you're a sweaty mess."

"You do?"

"Yeah, you actually smell like YOU, and I like it."

"I smell like me? Don't I always smell like me?"

He looked at me as if he wasn't quite sure how to respond. One ear went back slightly. "I mean yeah, you always smell like you, but... so I am sure you like all the stuff in your shower and how it makes you smell, but my nose is way more sensitive than yours. When you get out of the shower all I can smell is soap and shampoo and body wash. And that's not bad, necessarily, but its just kind of... fake, maybe? But right now, you smell like..."

He put his nose right against my chest and inhaled deeply.

"You smell like dirt and grass and trees. You smell like male, you smell happy and healthy and a little bit turned on. You just smell like YOU. Its kind of hard to explain. But... I like it"

He worked two large paws under my shirt, pushing it up. He moved his muzzle down and ran his tongue slowly from the waist of my shorts to my belly button. I twitched at the sudden moisture but gasped, enjoying the unexpected attention.

"It's just comforting and nice, and I really prefer it to fake mountain spring or whatever your body wash is."

I moved my hands, still idly scratching by his ears, down to his fuzzy cheeks. "I had no idea. I guess other than the first night we uh... messed around, I didn't think anything about how I smelled. I guess I thought maybe you could just tell when I was turned on."

He smirked and poked his nose into my exposed belly, making me jump. "I mean, I can smell all sorts of things. General health, mood, all of that gets sort of rolled in there. Years of practice and you get good at picking stuff out. And uh, speaking of turned on... seems like you enjoyed being licked?"

"You could smell that eh?"

"Well that and you're wearing baggy shorts. Doesn't leave much to the imagination." He reached a paw up and groped my growing erection, getting a moan out of me.

"How about we move this to the bedroom."

"Sounds good to me"

He stood up, a little bit of crimson standing in bright contrast to the dark fur that covered his body. Guess I wasn't the only one turned on by the direction things had gone. I headed to the bedroom, the large wolf following close behind. I turned around and faced him, standing at the foot of the bed. Now that he was standing in front of me and no longer sitting on the couch, the height difference between us was reasonably evident. He stood roughly a head taller than me. He was covered from head to toe in dark brown, almost black fur. I closed the distance between us and pulled him into an embrace. I nuzzled my head into the hollow under his muzzle. I scratched my fingers through the fur on his back, feeling him melt into me. He tilted his head down, muzzle laying across the top of my head. I could hear him sniffing softly as he nuzzled the top of my head. Warm furred hands held me close to him as we stood there.

After a few beats, he gently pushed me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I fell backwards into a seated position and he reached over and pulled off my shirt. He leaned over as if he was going to nuzzle into my chest again, but instead pushed me so that I fell the rest of the way back. Large paws slid down my sides and hooked under the sides of my shorts, pulling them and my boxers off in one smooth motion. My dick, now in the open, bobbed slowly in time with my heartbeat. Lane looked me over with a grin, nose twitching.

He lowered himself over me, soft fur tickling my body. He brought his muzzle down for a kiss. This was still something we were working on, it was a bit tricky with our different physiology. I think we were starting to get pretty good at it. His large tongue invaded my mouth and lapped at my teeth. I wrapped my hands around his head and scratched behind his ears as he moaned into my mouth.

He pulled back from the kiss and began licking along my jawline and the side of my neck. He moved his muzzle up and whispered into my ear. "The fun part about being able to smell if you are turned on is that I can smell exactly HOW turned on you are." He continued to lick down my chest, stopping to bite a nipple. He met my eyes. "And smelling it ramp up as I do something like this" He moved further down my belly to my waist, the fur of his cheeks now brushing against my straining erection. "Is my favorite."

He moved down to the base of my shaft and slowly ran his tongue up my length, pressing it against my stomach. When he got to the tip, he angled his muzzle and slowly lowered his mouth onto me.

An aside about werewolves, or at least this werewolf. He runs hot. I think domestic dogs have a body temperature of something like 102, and his must be somewhere close to that. It makes him great to cuddle with if you are cold, and it also helps him give amazing head. The muzzle certainly doesn't hurt, but the heat definitely brings things to another level.

He moaned as he began to blow me, head slowly bobbing up and down on my shaft. I was by no means small, but with his size and muzzle, he was able to take the whole thing without any issues. This was not the first time he had gone down on me. Things had escalated pretty quickly after that first night. But right now, he definitely seemed to be taking his time. He would get all the way down on my length and then rub his tongue along the underside of my shaft. He would then pull off until just the head was in his mouth and suck gently, looking up at me. He would then slowly take my full length back into his muzzle to begin torturing me with his tongue again.

I rolled my head back, moaning and gripping the sheets. Even going as slowly as he was, I was not going to last very long at this rate.

I reached down and scratched the top of his head. "Fuck Lane, that feels amazing. I don't know how much longer I am going to last"

Inspired by this, he began to bob his head faster, tongue working the underside of my shaft even more feverishly.

I shuddered as he brought me closer and closer to the edge, muzzle bobbing hungrily on my length. I moaned out a warning as I went rushing past the point of no return, twitching in his mouth. He stopped, holding me just inside his mouth as I came. He swallowed, moaning.

As my orgasm faded, he slowly bobbed on me a few more times, making sure to get every drop. Even after I had stopped twitching, he licked my length clean before pulling off with a quiet pop. He flopped on top of me, a contented grin on his muzzle. I lay there waiting for my breathing to return to normal.

"Lane, that was... whew"

He grinned and licked the bottom of my chin.

I felt his length twitch and hit my leg.

"Hey Lane?"

"Yeah?"

"You're poking me"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, how about I take care of that for you"

"I mean, you don't have to"

"I bet you can smell how turned on I still am."

He giggled "I mean, mostly I smell cum at this point, but I am getting some overtones of that, yes"

"So how about you go sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll take care of this." I rubbed my leg on his length where it was poking me.

He rolled off me, sitting up. "I don't think I can turn that down"

I rolled over to the edge of the bed and stood up. He rolled over and sat at the edge of the bed, erection bobbing between his legs. I moved between his legs and took his length into my hands. Inspired by the afternoons events, I pressed my face to his crotch and breathed deeply through my nose, trying to detect the level of horniness that I was dealing with. Not that the throbbing length resting against my head wasn't a good enough clue. I got his standard musk, definitely stronger than elsewhere on his body, but not really much else. It was nice, and familiar, but at this point I couldn't help but feel lightly disappointed. I looked up to see him watching me with a bit of a grin.

I met his gaze and slowly stroked his length. "So, give me an idea of what I would smell if I were a werewolf"

His grin widened. "Well the room would smell strongly of sex and human cum already, but where you are you would probably smell contented but very horny werewolf."

I lightly squeezed the length in my hand. "I mean, I probably could have guessed that."

He laughed. "Yeah, true"

I kissed up the side of his length, enjoying the heat of it on my hands and lips. When I got to the tip, I noticed a bead of precum and slowly licked it off, making eye contact as the fluid left a long string from my tongue to his cock. He whined and his dick noticeably throbbed.

I slowly lowered my mouth onto his length. Each bob of my head coated more of the sizable rod with saliva, and each time I managed to fit more of it into my mouth. He was not small, and I had yet to get my mouth all the way down to his knot, but it was fun to try. Once I had found my limit for the moment, I settled into a comfortable pace. The wolf moaned and panted above me, clearly enjoying himself.

I leaned against one leg, holding his shaft with one hand, just below his partially inflated knot. I bobbed happily, enjoying the noises he was making as I sucked him. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, trying to make as much contact as possible. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him in my mouth.

I started to squeeze his knot with my idle hand, and he whined and put a hand on my head, pushing me off him. I looked up, confused.

He looked at me, ears slightly back. "Hey, I am getting close, and I kind of wanna... finish on you"

"Go ahead, just make sure I get to taste it too"

I heard his tail thump against the bed as a large paw came down and began stroking the length in front of me. His paw moved quickly at this point, as he was already relatively close. I focused intently on the red tip, which was pointing right at my face. Precum dripped from it, falling onto the carpet. I opened my mouth, tongue hanging out, ready for him.

Only a few short moments of stroking himself off and he was grunting his way over the edge. The first spurt hit me right across the face, painting a white line from my chin to my forehead. The second ended up in my hair. Satisfied, he moved his length to my waiting mouth, another spurt landing right on my tongue. I closed my mouth over him and gently suckled as my mouth was filled with salty heat. I reached a hand up and squeezed his knot, milking as much as I could out of him. He groaned in satisfaction.

I swallowed, savoring the warmth of his seed, and let his length fall from my mouth to dangle lewdly in front of him. He fell backwards onto the bed, eyes closed and a goofy grin on his face. I crawled up to lay on top of him.

"That was great."

"Agreed."

I reached up and caught a drip of cum that was a little too close to my eye. I put the finger in my mouth, and sucked it clean. "So, was this inspired by our earlier conversation?"

He looked at me, looking very happy with himself. "I mean it looks pretty hot too. But yeah, I like the idea of smelling myself on you."

"I mean, you know the first thing I'm gonna do is shower after this."

"Aww, no fun."

"I bet you'll still be able to smell it."

"Yeah probably, at least for a few days."

"Tell you what, next time I go to the store, ill get the least scented soap I can find."

"Aw, thanks. Also, I can always just add more scent to you."

"I bet we could even find more ways to do it."

"I can think of a couple, definitely."

I rolled off him and curled up next to him, my head resting on the warm fur of his chest. "For the moment though, I guess the shower can wait."

He grunted in drowsy agreement and we dozed off, cozy in each others arms.