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With a yawn and stretch, Raffe rose up from his bed. The brown furred lynx had just woken up and was now getting ready for the day. After a quick breakfast he went into the bathroom to get himself cleaned for the day. Rather than getting into the tub, Raffe stood in the center of a basin. Being already barefoot to begin with, he began to take off the rest of his clothes. He was soon completely nude, looking down at his own cock and balls, being just bigger than average and a source of pride for him.

An even bigger source of pride was his own natural scent. His fur was a bit damp as he had done some sweating throughout the night. Raffe lifted one of his arms and inhaled deeply, taking in his pit musk straight from the source. Taking in lungfuls of the aroma got him excited and it was making him shudder as well. It wasn't just that his musk was strong, it had quickly filled up the enclosed space of the bathroom. All the lynx could smell was himself. Wafting from his lifted arms, crotch and even his slightly sweaty butt, the feline's stink was potent and surrounding.

After getting his fill on the scent, Raffe put his focus on getting himself "clean." He had no need for water, preferring to wash his fur with something else. The feline took hold of his softened shaft and pointed it towards himself before he relaxed. That's when he started pissing, releasing the build up of urine that had gradually filled his bladder throughout the night. The flow unleashed was a strong one and it struck Raffe's pelt with enough force to instantly start soaking it. A rush of hot and smelly fluid first struck his chest and it ran down to soak into his stomach and crotch fur as well.

A deep sigh of relief came from Raffe. He put more force into his urinating and his stream reached further, striking his neck and his lower face as well. Basking in his own liquid waste, Raffe fully embraced the wetness that washed over him. The smell of his piss joined the musk that was already heavy in the air. He took in long whiffs and actually moaned from the strong mixed aroma that filled his nose.

It also felt good to relieve himself. Soft moans and pants were heard as Raffe continued to drain his bladder, first onto himself and into the basin he stood in. His urine had begun pooling and he was now standing a small musky pool of it. The liquid soaked the fur of his feet and its heat was sinking into his soles. It felt good to spread and wiggle his toes, feeling the piss seeping in between them too. He continued pissing until his stream thinned out and was eventually reduced to nothing more than a few dribbles. Though he was finished urinating, Raffe wasn't done with his "bath."

He had a sponge nearby and put it to good use by dipping in the basin. It soaked up his hot and strong smelling piss. While it was still hot, the lynx scrubbed his body thoroughly with the sponge, getting every inch of himself wet with his own rank urine. What he hadn't touched when pissing on himself, Raffe made sure it was also given its due attention. After scrubbing himself from head to toe and an added rinse just for good measure, Raffe stepped out of the basin and dried himself off with a towel that hadn't been washed for a while. Like the room and the lynx himself, the towel also reeked and it was just an extra something to make sure that he would leave the bathroom smelling delightfully rank.

That's the way things were in this village. It was inhabited by various anthros that all had strong body odors. Scent marking is a common thing, even among friends. A relatively common form of greeting was one rubbing their smelly armpits or feet on someone or even giving them a quick spray of urine.

Raffe was walking through the village, enjoying the warm sun on his body and the strong stink that clung to the village itself. Nobody was shy about showing themselves off when leaving their mark. As he walked through the village, Raffe observed a fox pissing along the outside of their home, strengthening the scent that was starting to wane. Passing by another home, Raffe also observed a pair of bears that were marking their things. One was rubbing the objects against their pits and the other was grinding them against his balls. Raffe took a moment to breathe in the air and shuddered at the hints of strong musk, piss, and sweat that all struck his senses so hard.

That's when he ran into his friend Dyer. He was a large wolverine and coming with him was an intense reek that was impossible to ignore. Surrounding Dyer was a dense miasma that Raffe inhaled without a second thought, sighing deeply from the raw potency of it. The lynx worked hard to keep his stink strong but the wolverine so easily outdid him. Everything about him smelled wonderfully foul.

"Hey, Raffe," Dyer greeted, taking in a deep breath while leaning in close to his friend. "You smell good today!"

"Yeah but you smell even better," Raffe responded. He tried hard but it seemed nothing he could do was enough to match the wolverine's amazing stench.

Wanting to greet his friend properly, Dyer reached his hand out as if to give a handshake. When Raffe returned the favor and grabbed the wolverine's hand, he was pulled in. The wolverine wrapped his arms around in a manner akin to hugging. Raffe's face was all but smothered by the rough fur of Dyer's chest. Having his nose dug into the fur meant that Raffe's next breath led to the wolverine's intense scent being poured into his nose, being strong enough to make him lightheaded.

Rather than properly hugging his bigger friend, Dyer had taken hold of the lynx's body. Being bigger and stronger, the wolverine had no trouble moving the feline up and down against him, essentially using his friend as a living towel to mop up the sweat that was already soaked into his dense fur. As it got onto Raffe he could feel his body becoming wetter but more importantly, the wolverine's intense sweat-stink was getting on him and clinging to his own fur.

As the wolverine's stink was getting onto him, Raffe was moaning and shuddering from its effects. Dyer just chuckled as he continued rubbing his friend's body against himself, not stopping until Raffe's front was just as wet as his own body. The lynx's face, neck, stomach, and the rest of his front side was smelling more of wolverine than himself, not that he was complaining about that. Though he was released from the hold, Dyer wasn't done with him just yet.

He suddenly took hold of Raffe's face and pushed it firmly against his underarm. That place was even sweatier and smellier than the larger whole of his body. Raffe was completely unprepared but it didn't take long for him to start melting from the pure stink of sweat both old and new. The smell was so sharp that it even burned his nose. Dyer pushed the feline's head in deeper and began to move it up and down, wiping up his thick, almost slimy pit sweat with his friend's face.

Raffe felt his face being slathered in the wolverine's pit sweat and it soon became the only thing he could smell. He moaned from this and having his mouth open also gave him the chance to taste it as well. The flavors of stale and fresh wolverine sweat were just as strong as the smell. Though accidental at first, Raffe put actual focus into licking the pit while his head was still being moved.

Dyer felt this but kept going, making sure that his friend's face was completely drenched in his perspiration. On top of that he had another armpit to make use of and shoved Raffe face in there as well, giving the lynx just a moment of air that wasn't as smelly as the wolverine. Being all but smothered by the other pit left his voice muffled as he moaned into the other pit.

"Just take deep breaths. And some licks if you want," Dyer said with a smirk.

Raffe did just that, sniffing and licking the pit to his heart's content while the wolverine's big hands were doing even more to cover him this time, getting over his neck and bit of his chest this time as well. When he was released this time, Raffe landed on his back, being dazed from the heavy stink that was stuck in his nose.

While the lynx was on the ground, Dyer stood over him and outstretched his smelly foot, pressing it down directly on Raffe's lower stomach. Using his claws, he pulled the lynx's shorts down and then pressed his foot to the feline's cock. Wasting no time he began grinding it up and down, rubbing his foot stench onto the erecting shaft.

Raffe moaned even more as felt the foot massaging his cock. It started out being centered on his groin but was moving out further to rub out on his stomach when reaching up and then over his legs when sliding back down again. Whereas his upper parts were coated in pit sweat, Dyer was picking up where he left off with his foot, grinning as he watched and heard his friend react.

"Now you're starting to smell good..." Dyer commented, enjoying the aroma of his and Raffe's musks mixing together into something unique and intoxicating. The stink from his foot was distinctly different from what came from his pits. It was less earthy and thick. A sharp cheesy scent was being rubbed into Raffe's midsection and onto his cock as well. Feeling the soft fur against his unwashed sweaty foot and warm precum as well.

While Dyer's first foot was still rubbing on the lynx's body, the other had crept up and came to half rest on Raffe's face. The smell struck Raffe's nose right away and he couldn't help but press his nose into it. Not missing a beat, he began sniffing deeply. Following suit, he began lapping his tongue along the part of the large sole that was on his face to start. He got it nice and wet before moving on to do the toes as well. The scent between them was especially rank thanks to the sweat that was left to fester there. Licking on them and in between them gave him a taste for the fermented sweat as well.

After they got their fill on this it was time to give Raffe's feet some attention. They were already distinctly smelly because of the piss he bathed them in earlier.

"What should I do with these?" Dyer asked, gesturing to the feline's feet.

"Something special," Raffe said.

"Got it," the wolverine responded.

Dyer certainly had something in mind. He eased up and stepped back and bit. Pulling his pants down a bit, the wolverine pulled his cock free and aimed it. Knowing that was coming and feeling his heart racing with excitement, Raffe lifted them up. What came next was a groan of pleasure as Dyer began pissing on the uplifted soles. Releasing his urine with power, he doused the feet in the hot fluid. Raffe groaned from the feeling and could already smell his own foot odor becoming more intense.

Every part of them was being wetted by the fat stream that was being moved side to side. It rushed between his toes and wet the fur on his feet as well, the stench of strong piss already clinging hard to them. The wolverine didn't have much to give and felt that it wasn't enough. Luckily he still had one more trick to pull off.

Raffe was actually surprised to see the wolverine turn himself around and squat just in front of his still outstretched feet. Dyer groaned as he released the fluids in his glands. It started out a spritz of spray but with another grunt, a denser mist of pure musk was sprayed out from beneath the large mustelid's tail. Raffe was surprised, not expecting his feet to be sprayed when he got a whiff of the intense, nose-burning funk he was instantly enamored with. He kept his feet lifted and outstretched, giving his friend free reign to do it again. A few more dosages of spray were given, leaving Raffe's feet wet and reeking heavily.

Now his entire body was smelling perfectly foul. Raffe was helped up and took a deep breath of his own body, shuddering from the odor that assaulted his nose.

"Thanks, Dyer. It's perfect."

"Anytime," the wolverine obliged. "The next time you can do me."

The lynx agreed and the two went their separate ways. As he ventured through the rest of the village, Raffe kept his head held high and wore a smile as he heard the various whispers of approval from those he passed.