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This story was written for Kalendil as Day #13 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Heat" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

The Scent

Kal beamed as he slipped his new purchase out of its box, not even really taking the time to examine the packaging in his eagerness to sample the item itself. He remembered trying this particular cologne in a store a while back at one of those free sample counters, but it had been a few months since then, and while he'd recalled liking it well enough to finally remember to order some, the tiger was eager to smell that fruity, slightly spiced scent as it lingered upon his flesh and fur throughout the day.

The tiger held the bottle near his neck and sprayed twice before drawing it down to his wrist and performing the same action there. He rubbed the insides of his wrists together, and only then did he draw one wrist up to his face to experience the pleasant aroma of the cologne for himself once again. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, and an instant later the tiger's eyes bulged. That was not the scent he remembered. It wasn't just that it was the wrong scent though; the tangy, intense odour a world away from the orange and cinnamon notes which had been a delightful break from the more musky scents of more conventional colognes. That would have been confusing enough, not to mention somewhat frustrating as Kal's mind momentarily considered that he'd been sent the wrong product. After that though, Kal's head began to spin. He found it harder and harder to rationalise what was happening, to understand and consider the simple fact that this wasn't the cologne he had ordered. Instead, his mind and body were overtaken by a whole array of new sensations, and a potent wave of urges which accompanied them.

Looking around and realising that he was alone, Kal growled in frustration. The tiger set the bottle in his hand down, barely able to remember why he'd been holding it in the first place as his thoughts all gravitated to one thing and one thing alone. He began to take off his clothes, unceremoniously peeling off each and every garment as he stumbled through to the living room and flopped down onto the nearest armchair, already taking his swelling cock in hand. The dark flesh of the tiger's erection reacted violently to his touch. He wasn't even fully hard yet, but contact with his cock's exposed and twitching length caused a string of glistening pre-cum to erupt from his tip as though he was already on the very brink of release. Kal snarled with primal hunger, and his hips bucked with force enough to lift his ass off the chair beneath him as he began to feverishly and mindlessly masturbate.

Kal had barely been fully erect for thirty seconds when his first orgasm struck. He never came that fast, not at his horniest and most desperate moments. But then again, he'd never felt this horny, never felt this utterly out of control before. Indeed if he had possessed the self-awareness in that moment to acknowledge that fact it might have helped the tiger go some way to figuring out why he was reacting the way he was. He did not possess that degree of insight though, and as he roared and began to paint his chest with hot ribbons of cum the only real tangible thought which crossed Kal's mind while he panted heavily and that same tangy scent filled his nostrils was that as incredible as his release felt... it wasn't nearly enough to assuage the urges boiling within him.

Huffing, growling and grunting in bliss and hunger all rolled into one, Kal didn't break his stride in the slightest as he masturbated his swollen cock right the way through its orgasm and continued in its wake. He reached down and grabbed at his own balls, squeezing them, manhandling them rather roughly as though trying to physically milk the cum out of them. With his hand and the shaft of his cock now slick with his own cum he pumped himself faster, harder, his body demanding more, insisting upon him fulfilling some deep seeded instinct that involved him cumming, but asked of the tiger something more than that release alone which he didn't have the mental clarity to comprehend. What he did know however, practically all he knew in that moment in fact, was that he never wanted to stop touching himself. The idea of not being stroked, stimulated, of not pushing himself towards orgasm as hard and fast as possible was absolute hell to the tiger, and thus he bellowed in relief as much as intense pleasure when scarcely two minutes after the first time, he began to cum again.

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Temba frowned as he glanced down at his phone one last time, Kal having not responded to his last three messages over the last hour or so. Hopefully his friend's phone had just run out of charge without his noticing, or something like that. In the absence of any more information though the cougar could only assume that their hangout was still going ahead as planned, thus he approached his friend's apartment and knocked on the door. At first, there was no response. Then, after maybe fifteen seconds, just as he was about to raise a paw and knock again, the cougar heard a stumbling, clattering sound from within. His eyes widened, and acting on pure instinct out of concern for his friend Temba reached down and tried the door's handle. It was unlocked, and he let himself in... just in time to see a naked, panting, stained with what looked like obscene volumes of cum all across his torso and face, and yet still rock hard, pre-dribbling Kalendil stagger out of the living room.

"Whoa, sorry man! Didn't mean to interr-..."

Surprised but trying to play it off casually, not wanting to shame his friend for having been caught masturbating, Temba never even managed to finish his attempt at disarming the situation. His eyes bulged as Kal surged towards him, grabbed him roughly by one wrist and dragged him in through the door, only to drive him backwards, slamming the door shut and pinning him between it and the tiger's own naked, cum-streaked body. Temba's eyes bulged as Kal's tongue stuffed itself into his mouth, and as he drew a shocked breath, not unhappy to be hit on by his hot tiger friend but definitely not having expected it, he caught the scent emanating potently from the other man's fur. He knew it, at least on some deep and ancient, instinctual level. He recognised that scent. He understood what it meant, and yet the more he inhaled it the less his mind had any capacity to comprehend in a clear, coherent manner precisely what that tangy aroma meant. Instead, he found himself kissing Kal in return, and moaning into the tiger's passionate, sloppy kiss as the other feline's hands grasped at the front of his jacket and began to tug at it mindlessly, as though hoping to simply rip it clean off the cougar's own broad, muscular frame.

In less than a minute, the two men were equally naked, and they tumbled to the hallway floor together in a trembling, snarling heap. Now that they weren't alone, now that they had another body in close proximity to them, their instincts crystallised. They knew what they wanted to do. What they needed to do. It was so obvious, and to Kal, who had been masturbating and humping various items of household furniture non-stop for over an hour, it was a revelation that he couldn't believe hadn't been obvious to him right from the start. The scent was commanding him to fuck. To breed. It hadn't made sense before without another figure present, but now... now there was another hot body shuddering and writhing against him, and entirely putting aside the fact that Temba was a cis-guy just like him, he knew with absolute certainty that it was his sole goal in life to put a litter of kittens inside the cougar's womb.

For several minutes the pair writhed and wrestled upon the floor, bucking, humping, grinding their cocks together as they rolled and pinned one another, snarling and grunting with wordless desperation as while Kal found himself ever more certain of his need to fuck and flood Temba with cum, the cougar felt the same wild urge to breed Kal. The scent was all over the tiger, after all. It was radiating off him in waves. He was begging for it. His body was pleading on a pheromonal level to be fucked. To be filled. To be claimed by a virile male such as him in order to sate those urges for them both.

They writhed and kissed and snarled and fought one another for dominance until with a yowling cry Temba felt the humping of Kal's cock against his to be too much, and began to paint both his and Kal's chests with volatile strings of thick, rich, fertile cum. He shuddered and mewled in ecstasy as he felt Kal reacting in return and bucking, snarling from above him as the tiger came too, but no sooner was their shared pleasure at an end, the scent remained and the urges both men possessed in equally potent measure returned as strong as ever. Kal, having endured many more orgasms than Temba over the last couple of hours, was however a little better prepared for the onslaught of that latest orgasm and the continued neediness which followed it than his companion. Thus, he seized the moment and with a bellowing cry flipped Temba over and straddled the kneeling, panting cougar's back. His cock glistened with abundant volumes of his own and now Temba's cum, and thus although there was no warning and no preparation time given on Temba's part, it was with a mutual roar of pleasure that Kal immediately and savagely followed his instinct, and buried every inch of his cock in the waiting, exposed hole of the cougar's ass.

Temba's hands drummed at the hallway floor with fists clenched as Kal slammed into him and began to rut his ass without restraint, but his eyes bulged and his mind exploded into wild supernovas of piercing light as the tiger started to hammer his prostate practically from the very first stroke. The cougar's cock spasmed and painted the wooden floor beneath him with ribbons of pre-cum, and as Kal fulfilled his instinct and finally began to breed the body beneath him, their roars and howls of ecstasy filled not just the front hallway but echoed across the entire floor of the tiger's apartment building.

Claw-marks raked through the woodwork beneath Temba as barely a minute later, Kal snarled, bit down on the back of his neck, and began to flood his ass with cum. That eruption, that bite, and the constant and continuous ploughing of his prostate was all it took to set the cougar off too, and once again they came together, Kal grunting in blissful triumph in his absolute certainty that he would now have finally fulfilled his body's needs. And yet, even as their shared orgasm continued and Temba's arms gave out beneath him, the pair slumping into an even more intimate heap on the ground, both men could feel their urges persisting. The deeper they breathed, the harder they panted in the wake of each orgasm, the more they inhaled that scent still clinging potently to Kal's fur. The tiger wailed desperately in dismay and continued longing, and in his anguished neediness he was too slow to react, too stunned by his own lack of fulfilment to prevent Temba from crawling out from underneath him, whirling around and mounting him in turn.

Temba's cock speared Kal's ass, and all over again without the slightest break for respite or recovery, the two men began to breed once more. The tiger's prostate burned with white hot bliss. The cougar had his own turn believing with absolute certainty that his urges would be sated once he flooded Kal's hole with hot cum, utterly blind to the fact that it was an asshole, not a pussy he was fucking even as the tiger's cum oozed from his own recently well-fucked hole.

The cougar drained his balls inside Kal barely a few minutes later, but of course, there was no freedom from their neediness. No diminishing of the need to cum, the need to breed. So, they fucked again.

And again.

And again.

They dragged their bucking, humping bodies through to the living room, and at some point found themselves mindlessly fucking one another's faces in a frenzied sixty-nine through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, until cum was flowing in a near constant pair of streams down their chins. Somehow at some point they made it to the bedroom, and with their knees and hands granted respite from the firmness of the floor, they mounted one another over and over, no longer fighting, no longer warring for the chance to rest in that dominant position but greedily welcoming the ploughing of their prostates for its own pleasure, and in the knowledge that receiving now would earn themselves another chance to fuck their friend in due course.

At some point far later that day, they dragged their sweaty, cum-stained bodies into the shower, and as they stood on shaky legs and rubbed their cocks together to one last mind-bending climax that originally was mere foreplay for the inevitable fucking which they both believed would follow, they weren't even consciously aware of the scent being washed away.

All they knew was that all of a sudden, they weren't horny any more. They were just... exhausted.

They stumbled still dripping wet out of the shower, and without so much as shaking themselves dry they staggered back to the copiously cum-stained sheets of Kal's bed.

They fell upon it in a wet, weary heap, and drew one another's bodies close even as fatigue consumed them, not caring that they were lying in veritable puddles of their own cum and getting themselves dirty again immediately after washing themselves clean.

The two men were asleep in a matter of seconds, and thus neither of them so much as glanced at Kal's phone where it had rested throughout that day upon his bedside cabinet.

Occasionally the screen lit up, reminding its exhausted owner that he had one urgent unread email, and providing a preview of the message's content.

'_Urgent: Product recall. _

Valued customer, we regret to inform you that due to a stocking error at our warehouse, you were mistakenly shipped the wrong product. When you receive your box of HappyHeat Estrus Pheromones (Felidae), please contact us and we will arrange to collect them while providing a full refund as well as the correct product when it becomes available. We apologise immensely for the inconvenience.'

By Jeeves

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