Scents of Status
What happens between making a deal with a hyena and coming back with the stink all over you? This. This takes place just before the end of the previous story.
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Scents of Status
For run-nbw
By Draconicon
It was easy to tell when one was beyond the bounds of the lizard village. Waiz's nose cleared of musk for the first time in months, since the last time that he had left the village proper, and for the first time in so long, he could smell something besides sweat and cum and piss. It was...strange. Not good, not bad, just strange.
The gray-scaled, yellow-bellied lizard squatted down, his loincloth dragging the ground as he looked down from the highlands of his village to the plains down below. The other species lived down there, mixing and melding in a strange way. It was the only place where different species came in contact with one another; on the heights, the villages were gathered, pulled out of the stink that the plains had, allowing for the concentration of smells that marked territory. Down there, everyone smelled of everybody.
And down there, he had a friend waiting for him, waiting to mark him and help him with his own...issues.
Waiz flared his nostrils, sucking in the scent of people, of gnu, of lion, and most importantly, of hyena.
Rivo's waiting.
Knowing there was no point in hesitating, Waiz unslung the rope he carried from his arm. Tying one end to a rock at the edge of the cliff, he threw the other end down, following it shortly after.
He wasn't surprised to find the bulky brown hyena waiting for him at the bottom of the rope. They'd made the deal a long time ago, and it was more Waiz's hesitation that had slowed it down than anything else. After all, even though the hyena was a friend, asking someone else to mark you in their stink was a bit...risky.
Scent was status, after all. Your own stink was better than someone else's, if you could manage it. If you had to wear someone else's smell, and people found out, then you could lose all the status that you'd gained. Hell, if people found out who had marked you, they'd see you as just another thing that belonged to that person.
But if they didn't...
"Finally decided to go along with the plan, Waiz?" Rivo asked, chuckling as he waited with arms crossed over his chest. "I was starting to think you had second thoughts."
"Lots of them. Doesn't mean that I don't want to do this."
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna out you."
That had been the biggest worry. If Rivo ever talked to other members of the lizard's village, if the truth ever got out that his stink wasn't his own...
But it wouldn't. Rivo had given his word, and if Waiz was gonna trust the hyena, he might as well trust him all the way.
He discarded his loincloth, dropping it under the rope, and laid himself out on the grassy earth. As soon as he did, the hyena approached, and brought with him a heavy stink that even Waiz hadn't entirely been expecting.
It was true that each species had its own flavor of musk, though most of the people in his village wouldn't recognize a hyena's 'flavor' of musk specifically. Without going through the plains to different villages, there'd be no way for them to tell just what it was, just that it was stronger, thicker, harsher than the average lizard's scent. Waiz took one breath, then another, filling his lungs with the hot, spicy, rank smell of the other male.
The first hit came from the feet as Rivo stepped closer. The sight of sweat droplets underfoot, the clinging oil to the pads and the fur, sent a small shiver down his spine as the sole came down over his face, grinding onto his cheeks and then over his neck, running down his chest and over his stomach. He groaned as he felt the stink settle into his scales, rubbed in deep as it went along his body.
Mmmph...no one is going to complain about me smelling weak after today...
The smell went deeper, rubbing along his chest, over his pecs, up to his neck and then down to his belly. The heavy smell of feet, of sweat, of the musk of the day just coated him.
It didn't stop there, either. He had barely gotten used to the smell of hyena foot before Rivo dropped down to lay over him. For a moment, they were chest to chest, face to face, but only for a moment before the lizard had his head stuffed into the hyena's armpit.
"Mmmph!"
It wasn't a complaining groan as he was shoved down there, but more of a surprised one, one that could not come close to explaining just how strong he found the sweaty stink beneath the hyena's armpit. His eyes just about bugged out of their sockets, going so wide as he felt the first puff of the stink settle into his head.
As Rivo ground his upper body up and down the lizard's, he could feel that stink adding to the foot smell that covered him already. The sweaty, long-day odor of those armpits were working into his scales, soaking him, staining him, marking him.
And that wasn't even counting what the hyena's dick was doing further down.
Waiz wasn't sure whether to blush or moan as he felt that slippery shaft rubbing up and down between his thighs, leaving pre-cum and who knew what else down there. It wasn't sexual so much as it was further stinking up, but good lord. He was already reeking, already stinking to high heaven, and Rivo kept adding more.
Further on, further down, smearing sweat, pre, and who knew what else on him. The lizard panting, gasping for breath as he could feel the stink like a pressure on his scales, sinking in further and further, making him dizzy just by breathing it in. His head rolled one way, then the other as he groaned, his best efforts to gasp for breath barely giving him enough untainted air to stay conscious.
Rivo finally stood up after making his way all the way down, his armpits up to let more of that sweat stain the tops of the lizard's feet. Waiz groaned, wiggling his toes, feeling droplets of sweat catch between them, sinking into his soles by a few inches.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck..."
"Heh, liking that?"
"I can't...believe..."
"Yeah, we stink a lot. Hyena thing."
"Mmmph...least I'll stink...like you now."
"Not done with that yet."
"Huh?"
"Think I'd be finished without giving you some piss and butter?"
"Piss and - Nnngh!"
The first blast of urine hit him right in the chest, hotter than he expected and beyond bitter. The acrid scent that came off it burned his nose, but rather than washing off the other layers of stink, it just sunk in deeper, rubbing itself into his body, soaking into him at a level that he had never expected.
It wobbled back and forth as it went down his body, soaking his chest, his stomach, his crotch. He felt it linger over his cock and balls, stinking them up to the point where he doubted he'd ever be able to touch someone without passing that stink on to them. It just soaked into his scales so much deeper than it could have with fur, leaving the lizard smelling more and more like a hyena.
As it pooled over his tail, the stream coming to an end with a tickling run down the bottom of his feet, the hyena chuckled, letting his dick fall.
"And now, the butter."
"What's...butter?"
"This."
Rivo turned around, spreading his ass cheeks as he squatted down over the lizard's left foot. Waiz just barely pulled himself up in time to see the beginning of it, and his eyes went wide at the sight.
The hyena's asshole had opened up, pushing out some sort of strange ooze that was half-solid, half-liquid. The raw raunch of it was not like...like filth, but something else.
"Hyena butter," Rivo said. "We use it to mark our territory. It's so strong that the scent won't fade for months."
Months. His feet were going to smell that raunchy and that stinky for months. Even if he left them in the rain, washed them, there was no way a stink like that would actually come off of his scales. Even more than anything else that had been pushed on him, this was going to push him over the top.
Even the feeling of having Rivo grind his ass back, smearing it up and down the bottom of the lizard's foot, was amazing. He could feel the marking, feel the stink sinking into his scales, the raw musk something that was so intensely strong that even he was being overwhelmed, and he had wanted this from the start. What would this do to his village friends? Would they be able to stand up to him with this?
No way. No way could they beat this.
As soon as the hyena moved from one foot to the other, Waiz sat up, pulling his stained foot to his face. He pressed his nose against the scales, took a breath -
"Mmmph..."
And nearly fell back, gasping for air as the stink hit him hard. He couldn't even stay upright, the smell of his feet so strong that he knew that anyone that came close to them would be knocked on their backs in seconds.
Oh god...oh god...
Even after his collapse, Rivo was still rubbing his ass up and down on the other foot, spreading more and more butter along the sole, soaking the scales to the point where they felt slimy. He would have to watch himself on the way back up the cliff, he realized, but at the same time...
He wanted more.
No, he needed more.
"Rivo..."
"Heh, yes?"
"Don't stop...I need...I need more...all over me."
"Don't worry. You'll get it. You'll get all of it..."
The End