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Warning! The following short story contains very dirty kinks, such as musk, sweat, smegma, and alcohol use. If you're not comfortable with such things, this probably isn't for you. If those tags excite you, then welcome, enjoy the read!

The wolf grunted, staggering into his trailer and slamming the door shut behind him. The young canine was tipsy, and very sweaty after a long walk home through the woods in the summer night. The AC was out, which didn't help his case. He ripped his clothes off, peeling off his undershirt, exposing his scruffy chest, and then taking off his boots and jeans, leaving him only in an unwashed pair of boxers and socks. Both of them were slightly discolored from lack of cleaning.

His trailer always had a bit of his musk hanging in the air, but now it was heavy again. The lack of proper ventilation in the trailer meant that scents quickly spread and clung, and there was a nearly tangible heat that emanated from his crotch. He groaned, and laid back on the couch. His paws immediately shot to his boxers, gripping his crotch and fondling it, his paw becoming sticky with sweat. He was horny. He had tried to score a date while out at the bar, but had no luck. He would have to go it alone again.

He peeled his boxers off, and the stench of his crotch and ass immediately hit him, making him wince. Despite how rancid he smelled, there was a reason he never washed. His own smell was enough to constantly get him off, he was addicted to the smell of his own beastly musk. Some part of him wanted to find a partner that appreciated his filthy scent, but that hadn't happened just yet. He pulled out his phone and started looking at some of his favorite porn, a combination of other hairy beastmen who were addicted to various smells as much as he was.

As he scrolled, he stroked his sweaty sheath, making his slimy canine cock quickly come all the way out, before it flopped against his belly, throbbing slightly. Precum spurted against his belly fur in thick globs, and he moved his paw to stroke under his knot. The knot itself was covered in buildup from lack of cleaning, filling the room with a newer, more sharp smell. He scraped some off with a claw and smeared the wolf smegma on his nose, making him moan and whimper, loving the intense, disgusting smell. Part of him wondered why he was like this, the other part didn't care at all. It felt too good.

He flipped over, rubbing his filthy, slimy cock directly on his upholstered sofa, adding yet more stains to it as he leaked and wiped off huge amounts of crusty smegma onto it. While looking at the porn, he began to hump hard, leaking precum down and spurting it directly onto the fabric of the couch, marking it further with his rancid stench. There were dozens of other stains made in the exact same fashion, a few more wouldn't be an issue. The other part of his mind was silenced at this point. He was filthy, and he loved every second of it.

As he continued to scroll through porn, the smell in his trailer gradually got more and more intense, an almost hazy, tangible musk spreading in the confined space. He grabbed a throw pillow from off the floor and put it under his crotch, needing something to hump at this point. He bent his knees so his ass was in the air, and used one paw to spread it as he humped the pillow, imagining that he was the one in the porn, moaning and grunting as he pounded into some musk slut's hole. The wolf's tailhole was a slick, sweaty donut; one he'd been working on and training for a long while with various, beast-shaped toys. He raised his tail, and let the motion of his humping naturally spread the ass musk into the air, his own pheromones driving him further and further on. His ass was probably the part of him that smelled the worst, even worse than his smeg crusted beast cock. He was proud of that fact, and loved how smelly and steamy his hole was. He wished that there was a willing partner who could bury their nose into it and tell him how much he reeked, and who he could do the same to.

The thought of having a musky tailhole to drool on proved to be too much for the wolf, his humping got faster, harder, erratic. He growled and drooled a bit onto the sofa as his smelly, veiny canine member began to throb uncontrollably, shooting thick, fat spurts of wolf cum all over the fabric. His body was sweaty from the physical exertion, and the smell in the trailer was enough to make him hump all the way through his orgasm, before thick painted ribbons of musky cum streaked across the seat cushions. Slowly, as he came down from his high, he began to pant, lowering his body, his cock now flopping down behind him, his big balls resting just under his hole. He silently crawled back, and used a handpaw to wipe up the cum from the sofa, in the process smearing it deeper into the abused furniture. He lapped up what he could off his paws, before he got up, leaving the new stains to dry, before stumbling back into his bedroom and drifting off to sleep.