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[b]Planet Sniffness[/b]
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Jackie was still catching his breath, cock slick with tiger spit, the heat of it twitching against his belly, when the tigress Alex leaned back on her haunches and stretched. Not casually. Not incidentally. Deliberately. Predatory. She threw both arms up in the air and flexed, slow and showy, her toned biceps rippling under striped fur matted with sweat, her pits dark with damp heat. Her shoulders rolled like ocean waves, languid and powerful, muscles tight with use. The overhead gym lights carved her in definition, catching on the glossy matted fur beneath her arms, the sweat pooling there like grease in a crucible, slow and viscous, collecting in the humid hollows.
Her ponytail swung behind her like a metronome of power and intent, damp strands clinging to the nape of her neck.
She knew what she was doing. Every inch of her pose was calculated, every curve exaggerated, her scent blooming outward like pheromonal wildfire.
The Planet Fitness around them buzzed with distant motion. The clank of metal plates, the hiss of treadmills, the low grunts of effort and motion. The air was thick with testosterone and old sweat, heavy with musk and rubber, a cocktail of gym funk that stuck in the throat. No one looked at them anymore. They were part of the landscape nowâknown deviants in the background, tolerated and ignored. The gym had rules, sureâbut not for them.
The gymâs corners held the kind of grime that didnât come off with bleachâchalk dust ground into rubber mats, sweat-bloomed stains on the weight benches, ancient fans humming on their last legs. Fluorescents buzzed overhead, casting everything in that harsh, institutional white that made effort look like punishment. Somewhere, a squat rack slammed like thunder, then quieted. No one came over. No one interrupted. The stink of overtraining and testosterone masked everything but her.
A striped predator and her dazed sheep, caught in a moment suspended outside time.
The motion lifted her tits in a perfect, glistening arcânipples perked, beaded with sweatâbut the sheep wasnât looking there. His eyes, wide and glassy, locked on the soaked hollows of her armpits. The scent was in the air now, thick and musky, drifting down in invisible tendrils like a mind flayerâs psyche altering tentacles. It hit the back of his throat like the sting of tequila, sharp and unmistakable, but more than thatâit lingered, slow-burning, pulling heat into his gut.
Alex clocked it. Instantly. That green-eyed smirk crept across her muzzle, lazy and cruel, like a cat watching a mouse forget it's already in the trap. Her stance shifted forward just enough to loom.
âWhatâs the matter, sheep boy?â she cooed, letting one arm linger overhead while the other dropped to her hip, cocked with attitude. It had started as a joke. Just Alex playing around, huffing him through his shorts like a pervy cat. A dare, a laugh, a fetish she thought was hers. But then Jackie started thinking about her. About the way her scent lingered after sparring, the heat of her pit when she flexed over him, the burn of her musk in his throat. He didnât know when the shift happened. Maybe it was always there, waiting.
The tigressâs pits were on full display now, fur clumped in wet spikes, the musk rolling off her like smoke from a cigarette. The scent was acrid, sour-sweet and thick as fogâfresh sweat layered over old, seasoned like skin left to steep in sex and workouts. âYou like the smell?â
âItâs⊠fuck,â Jackie gasped, voice cracking. âItâs all I can smell.â
âItâs everywhere. Itâs you.â
The sheep coughed. A twitch of self-preservation. Not shameâhe wasn't shyâjust overwhelmed. Her armpits didnât just smell like sweat. They smelled like her. A pure, unfiltered distillation of effort, heat, and dominance. His pupils dilated like he'd just taken a hit of something illicit.
âMaybe,â he said, voice tight, eyes still glued to her like he couldnât help it. âDepends on how strong it is.â
The striped feline laughed. Short. Sharp. âOh, itâs strong.â
She strutted forward, hips rolling slow, each step peeling her scent across the bench between them. The sheep felt it hit his face before she even touched him. Warm. Damp. Female. A musk that filled the spaces between thoughts.
She peeled her gloves first, tossing them aside with a flick that sent drops of sweat spinning. Then she hooked a thumb under her waistband. Those red gym shorts slid down her thighs with deliberate grace, catching on fur and muscle before puddling around her ankle like a flag of surrender. Underneath? Nothing. Of course, nothing.
Her pussy glistened in the gym light, flushed and wet, lips slightly pink, puffy, and parted, the inner folds gleaming with fresh pussy juice. Her clit, engorged and twitching, peeked from under its hood as if begging for contact. Her scent exploded outward, a humid blast of fuckmusk that carried on the airâhot, heavy, and unmistakably in heat. The fur around her crotch was damp, stuck to her thighs, matted from grinding, scent-marking, and want.
âYou were hard the whole time I was huffing you,â the tigress murmured, stepping over the sheep now, straddling the bench, then him. Her inner thigh brushed over his cock like a buttered brush over a brioche bun. It twitched so hard it slapped against her hip.
Jackie nodded. Couldnât lie. Not with her pussy leaking onto his thigh.
âStill are,â she said, curling her fingers firmly around his shaft. His cock jerked in her grip. Leaking. Eager. She gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, base to tip, smearing precum and her thickened saliva across her palm. âNow itâs my turn.â
The herbivoreâs brown cock was thick, long and slightly curved, red with blood and flushed from neglect. His tip oozed precum like sap, the head dipped and glistening, drool trailing down the shaft and smearing his pelvic fur. His hefty balls hung heavy between his legs, damp with sweat, the fur matted and moist, the skin taut and veiny, pulsing with heat. He was obscene, vulgar, perfect.
Then she lifted her right arm again. Slowly. Her chest grazed his as she leaned in. Her tit pressed against his sternum. Her pit hovered over his mouth.
âGo on, then,â she whispered, her voice suddenly soft and sacrilegious. âTake a deep breath.â
He hesitated. Just a secondâbarely a blink. But it was there.
A flicker of somethingâself-awareness? Resistance? The ghost of dignity?
It crumbled under the weight of her scent.
He did. Oh, fuck, he did.
The vinyl bench clung to his back with a squelch, every breath making it peel at his fur like old tape. The spot beneath him was already soaked â his sweat, her sweat, maybe someone else's â a swamp of musk that bled through the padding and into his spine. But none of that mattered. Not when his entire world was her pit. The smell was feral. Offensive. Gorgeous. It punched the back of his skull like a drug and dragged every thought down into heat and shame. His nose mashed deeper into the matted thatch of fur, his lips parting around the soft crease like it was a second pussy. He wasnât just sniffing â he was huffing. Snorting. Trying to inhale the very identity of her stink like it would keep him alive.
And god, it did.
His nostrils flared, sucking in the heat like a starving animal. The funk invaded his sinuses, sticky and intimate. It had a tasteâsour at the edges, but sweet in the middle. Like salt-crusted citrus candy baked in the sun. It coated his tongue without needing to lick, but when he didâ
God, when he didâ
His tongue slid up into the hollow of her pit, dragging hard, focused licks through the matted mess. He went slow at first, savoring the way the coarse fur scraped lightly against the flat of his tongue, each pass collecting a thick, sticky layer of musk and salt. The flavor was immediate: sharp, tangy, intensely personal. It clung to his taste buds, gritty like dried sweat but slippery, too, and thick. The more he licked, the more intense it becameâhis body reacting to the flavor with a full-body shiver of arousal.
He began to trace long lines, deliberate strokes from the edge of her underarm to its deepest point, where the musk was darkest and most concentrated. He could taste the buildup from hours of sweat, the layered residue of her workouts and natural scent, that rich animal heat that clung like perfume but far more real, more powerful. The flavor curled around the back of his throat, making his eyes roll back. He lapped it up, chasing beads of sweat as they rolled down from the depths, catching them on his tongue before they could drop.
He kissed her pit. He worshipped it. Again. And again.
Not even Charlie had huffed him like this. Sure, the mouse had played with the idea of his scent, teased him about it, maybe even indulged him. But this? Not even close.
âSlllllrrrrrrrrp⊠Sloooorrrrp⊠Slllaaaarrrp.â
His lips pressed in, soft and firm, kissing the very center of her scent like it was a mouth he wanted to devour. He sucked lightly, then harder, pulling at the soaked fur, lips smacking against damp armpit with the obscene intimacy of a French kiss. Each suck pulled heat and sweat into his mouth, his tongue swirling to gather everything she had to offer. The salt, the stink, the intimacy of it.
He moaned into it, letting the sound vibrate through her.
âHhhnnnnhhhaaaahh.â
Alexâs breath caught. Her whole body pulsed above him.
âOh, fuuuuck,â she moaned, grinning ferally. âYouâre really into this.â
He licked again, harder, tongue darting and curling along the folds of her underarm. He chased the taste like it was laced with opioids. His teeth grazed the edge, nipping playfully, and the taste shiftedâmore earthy, more raw. He swallowed her sweat without shame, nose mashed into her pit so tight that every inhale was a dose of pure, distilled Alex. Her scent clogged his thoughts, thick as fog, poisonous as smog.
Alex laughed through a moan, head thrown back, her free hand gripping the back of his head to hold him there. Her claws grazed his scalp with possessive pressure.
âBreathe me in,â she snarled. âLick like itâs your last fucking meal.â
And Jackie did.
He licked like he was starving. Kissed like he needed it to live. Sucked on her pit until her nasty sweat dribbled down his chin, matting the fur that drew his jaw. His tongue moved with desperate rhythm, lapping in long strokes, then rapid flicks. He dragged the flat of his tongue in slow, heavy sweeps, then circled the center of her underarm with precise, teasing swirls.
His lips sealed around the hollow of her pit and sucked hard, like he wanted to leave a mark there. He nuzzled deeper, breath loud and greedy, moaning between each inhale. He mouthed her like she was dripping honey, like the taste was divine. Her flavor clung to the roof of his mouth and coated the back of his throat like a lozenge, his head spinning from the sheer intensity of it.
He groaned. Loud. Unashamed. He was grinding up into her without thinking, cock jerking between them, fully lost in the ritual of scent and submission.
âHhhnnnnngâŠâ
And AlexâAlex was panting now, her cunt leaking onto his lap, her spine arching, her core flexing with every touch of his tongue. She rode the arousal in waves, hips rocking just slightly, matching the lapping of his tongue to the squeeze of her folds around nothing. Her pit tightened in heat, in tension, and every stroke of his mouth felt like fire, in a good way.
âFuuuuuuuuck, JackieâŠâ
It was filthy.
And she loved every second of it.
But it didnât stop.
Jackie didnât stop.
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