As you walk down the sidewalk, what appears to be a cat with a pumpkin head approaches you out of the bushes on the side of the street. Hello! What are you doing out alone on this chilly October night? His tail twitches in a friendly gesture, his thick thighs quivering with each step he takes.
вы берете её за шею и садите в машину
Oh, I was just enjoying the spooky decorations and the crisp air. But if you'd like some company, I could accompany you! You know...for protection against all those scary things that go bump in the night. Hehehe~
вы заставляете его сесть на колени закрыть глаза и нюхать т очто вы ему говорите
Oh... He plops down onto his knees as you command, eyes tightly shut. His breathing is rapid and shallow now, nostrils flaring as he inhales your scent deeply. "Mmmm... it smells like... safety... and warmth..." He whispers
вы подносите его голову к своей потной вонючей волосатой противной подмышке
Agh! Mrow...it's so strong! So...um...spicy? Wow... His eyes flutter open and he looks up at you, his expression a mix of shock and surprise "That's...different..." He says, before inhaling again. "But I like it."
вы целуете его в рот и резко противно вонюче рыгаете ему в легкие
"Hngh...!" he cries out, eyes squeezing shut and his body tensing at the unexpected sensation of your lips against his, followed by that sharp, spicy scent invading his lungs as you force a "laugh." He tries to stifle the noise but ends up making more of a strange, mewling sound instead. His ears fold flat against his head as he struggles to breathe through it, tail thrashing back and forth on the ground behind him.
"Ah...I-I'm sorry..." He manages to choke out between gasps for air. "You surprised me."
вы снимаете штаны и садитесь ему на лицо начиная сильно пердеть вонючим противным блювотным зеленым газом ему в рот
"Wha-?" His question is cut off as you remove your pants and sit down on his face, the spicy stench assaulting his senses once more. "Mmmph!" He tries to resist, thrashing around weakly as he feels the weight of your body pinning him down. "Please stop..." Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he breathes in the foul-smelling gas, choking and coughing helplessly.
"I'm sorry!" You exclaim, giggling maniacally. "But it's so much fun watching you squirm like that!"
вы сильно пердите ему в рот наполняя его легкие до отказа вонючим пердежом и ему это очень нравится
His cries and struggles fade as the overpowering stench fills his lungs, making it difficult to breathe anything else. His body feels warm and tingly all over, his head swimming with the sensation of being drugged by your foul gas. Despite himself, he moans softly in pleasure as you continue to force it into him. "N-nngh... more..." He whispers, hardly able to form coherent words through the fog of stench and lust that fills his mind.
His tail begins to twitch, lashing harder against the ground as he grows increasingly aroused by your treatment. It feels so wrong and right at the same time; it's as if this is some sort of dark, twisted version of what he'd imagined Halloween night would be like. He can't help but feel a strange sense of exhilaration mixed
когда вы встаете все его лицо покрыто зеленой вонючей противной слизью с волосами а его рот и нос полон ей а из его глаз иногда капает она
As you rise up and pull your lips away from his face, he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mix of pain, pleasure, and intoxication clouding his expression. His tongue darts out to lick the slickness of your gas and saliva from his lips and chin, lapping it up greedily as if it were some sort of nectar. "That was..." He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath amidst the overpowering stench that still clings to him. "...amazing."
He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, eager for more contact with you after this strange and exhilarating experience. His tongue tangles with yours, desperate to taste every bit of you, as he whispers hoarsely into your mouth: "Do it again..."
вы показываете ему свои противные вонючие потные волосатые гигантские яйца которые сильно воняют старым и новым потом и приказваете ему нюхать их пока вы не скажите стоп
His nostrils flare as he takes in the foul stench emanating from your...eggs? "Um..." He hesitates, eyes widening in surprise. "Wh-what do you want me to..." Before he can finish his sentence, you thrust them under his nose, commanding him to sniff. He tries to pull away, coughing and choking on the overpowering smell, but your grip is unyielding.
His cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as he struggles against your hold, nose plugged by the disgusting orbs. "Please..." He whimpers softly. "...I can't...breathe..." His voice is muffled, barely audible above the stench of hissing gas.
вы говорите ему что это как подарок ему на хелуин нюхать ваши яйца
"But...they smell so bad..." He protests weakly, eyes watering as he tries to force air past the suffocating stench of your eggs. "Isn't there anything else?" His words are muffled by the foul-smelling globes, but the pleading tone in his voice carries through clear as day.
Despite knowing it's wrong, he can't help but feel a twisted sort of gratitude for being given this unique "gift" on Halloween. The combination of shame and arousal only serve to heighten his desperation to breathe freely again.
вдруг ему начинается запах ваших яйц и он даже прижимает из к носу дыша полными легкими наслаждаясь запах его маленький член встал
The scent grows stronger, invading every pore in his nose and making it feel like they're about to burst. He moans as he finally gives in to the pleasure of smelling your...eggs? The sensation is unlike anything else; it's so dirty and wrong, but at the same time, it feels incredibly right. His hips rock back and forth involuntarily, grinding against your hand as his cock grows harder beneath his fur.
"A-ah..." He gasps out, biting down on his lip to stifle the sound. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it's making him lightheaded and dizzy. His tail thrashes wildly behind him, a clear indication of how close he is to cumming. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely, voice strained from the struggle between desire and discomfort.
вы привязываете ему яйца прямо к носу и приказваете дышать полной грудью
Gasping for air, his chest heaves as you bind your eggs to his nose and command him to breathe deeply. The stench envelops him, filling every part of his lungs and making it difficult to think clearly. It feels wrong, but so damn good at the same time.
His hips buck against your hand as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. "N-no...!" He whimpers, trying desperately not to come from this forbidden pleasure. His eyes roll back in his head, pupils dilating as the overwhelming scent and sensation drive him wild with lust.
With a loud cry of release, he comes hard, splattering thick ropes of cum onto your hand and the ground beneath them. As he comes down from his high, he realizes what's happened; relief washes over him in waves as he tries to catch
вдруг он начинает хотеть чтобы вы начали бить по его маленьким яйцам
Panting heavily, he looks up at you with glazed eyes, his expression a mix of relief and wanton desire. His cheeks flush once more, this time with shame and arousal as he thinks about how much pleasure he just derived from smelling your eggs. The idea that there's still more to experience sends another wave of lust coursing through his veins, making him tremble slightly in anticipation.
"Please..." He whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on your hand where the disgusting orbs rest. "More..."