title: Mocha the Musk Mutt aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Bismuthderg] id: [48618583] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期一, 九月 5日 2022, 9:59:05 上午

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Mocha the Musk Mutt

Author: Bismuthderg Source: Mocha the Musk Mutt

Footfalls pattered rapidly as his heart fluttered nervously, each step echoing the sound of his heart thudding deep in his chest as the husky took swallow, nervous breaths. He stared down at his own navy and white colored paws, too lost in his own thoughts to focus on anything else but walking. Hands deep in his pockets, Mocha’s mind raced to try to unravel what was about to happen. He was surprised when his long-time best friend, Bismuth, had asked him to work out together - despite being so close for so long, they’ve never gone to the gym together. It was such a simple request, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it as if it were life-changing; it felt so sudden, so out-of-the-blue that the husky couldn’t help but overthink and wonder if there was a deeper meaning to it.

Arriving at his destination, Mocha stopped and gave a shake of his majestic blue and white coat. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his heart rate before what he was sure would be an intense workout, given how athletic and fit his partner is. As he opened the door, feeling a rush of cool air from the bellowing air conditioning, he wondered if his nerves might’ve been the result of how attractive the massive red and gray dragon was. He stopped in the lobby, too entranced with his daydream to advance further, imagining the sleek masculine muscles dripping with sweat as he lifted double the husky’s bodyweight. Mocha would be there to witness it all, to touch Bismuth’s hot, red chest as it rippled in exertion and shined in the light beautifully.

Suddenly a hand fell heavily on his shoulder, roughly turning him around, causing Mocha to jump with shock before his eyes rested on the same sculpted body of his daydreams, red chest perfectly at eye-level. He quickly averted his gaze up to Bismuth’s face, hoping the blush heating up his face was buried by his fluff. The husky quickly calmed down. Somehow the red eyes of his friend were soothing, rather than terrifying.

“What were you drooling over, Mocha,” the huge derg taunted, taking no time to wrap his arm around his best buddy’s shoulder, bringing him in for a tight side hug, “All the men working out got you worked up? Or is it just me?~”

Mocha demonstratively scrunched his nostrils, the tall dragon’s armpit wafting a potent scent over the husky’s perfectly positioned face. He couldn’t help but sniff at the air, the rich manly scent teasing his taste buds. Being in this position before, he took a second to soak up the air before shoving his oversized friend away, not wanting to admit just how good it smelled to him. People were supposed to be grossed out by musk, afterall! There was no way the canine actually LIKED it, right? No, he didn’t want to let himself, much less his best friend, know how attracted he actually was to Bis. He couldn’t risk his friendship, so he suppressed and buried that innate desire of his to just huff the handsome dragon’s scent.

“Ha, you wish! Get your smelly pits off me, big guy!”

“Pfft your loss. One day you’ll finally admit how much you like it.” Bismuth’s grin seemed to peer into the husky’s soul. Mocha’s heart stopped, nerves returning. “Nah, I’m just kidding. I started my workout already because I knew you wouldn’t last as long as me, hah.”

Mocha breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, I’m pretty fit myself, I can last.”

“I know, I know, I’m just teasing. How about we get started with a little warmup jog?”

The husky smiled, feeling comfortable in the presence of his larger friend, giving the derg a confident flash of his fangs as he challenged him. “Wanna race instead?”

Bismuth grinned, “You’re on, lil guy!”

The husky didn’t give his bigger friend a chance to prepare, bolting onto the track without warning, giving himself a clear advantage. Bismuth waited a few seconds, chuckling at his buddy’s attempt to cheat before pursuing him.

Mocha neared the finish line, his adrenaline pumping as his breath faltered in exertion, body pushing itself as fast as it could while wind blew past his thick fur. He surprised himself; he didn’t think he’d win so easily! Mere steps away from the finish line, already about to celebrate his victory, the canine felt a force pummel him from behind as the massive dragon tackled him, playfully shoving both of them onto the ground. Mocha yelped as he was dragged down with the derg, hitting the floor with a thud, before he looked up to see that Bis was already back up and across the finish line.

“Did you really think you could get away with cheating?” The deeper voice laughed heartily. Mocha couldn’t stay mad, giggling himself as he facepalmed into his soft hand-pad. Bismuth was so goofy sometimes. The larger male reached his hand down for Mocha to accept before easily pulling him up. All of Mocha’s nerves were dissipated after that race, the dragon making it easy for him to fit in here, despite the gym not really being his scene.

The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern, the two being simultaneously competitive and friendly with each and every workout. Some onlookers would even say they were flirting the entire time. They made bets with every set, seeing who was more accurate with their guesses on the amount of weight both could lift. At the bench, Bismuth had lifted up the flailing husky, and showcased his superior strength by lifting his weight several times over until Mocha was dizzy. At the machines, they would each max out and then see who could do more reps of their max until one of them gave up. Despite lifting more, Bis almost always won, except for when he let his smaller friend have a victory every now and then. The whole time was concurrently a fun time between friends and a workout to help both get in shape, goofing off while laboring.

After about an hour, Mocha was beat. Dripping in sweat, his thick coat retaining the heat from the workouts, the husky opted to finish early, telling his friend to go ahead and finish what he had scheduled while the canine would cool his fur. Heading into the locker room, panting, Mocha relished in the cooler air conditioning that blew against each strand of fur like a relaxing breeze. He took off his shirt to prepare for a quick shower, before he passed a series of lockers. And one in particular caught his eye. A massive locker in the corner, with a huge label telling everybody who it belonged to: Bismuth.

Looking back and forth between the shower and the locker, the husky was torn. But curiosity got the better of him. He had to prove to himself he didn’t love the dragon’s musk - that was disgusting! He needed to keep Bis his friend, so he was practically obligated to sniff around his locker to corroborate that he thought the scent was nasty, as he should. Mocha approached the door cautiously, nerves returning as his heart sank. He could feel the blood flush out of his face, anxious to open it. His shaky furred hand reached for the handle before pausing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: he needed this. The canine vowed to never tell Bis, the derg didn’t need to know his friend was snooping around, regardless of the outcome.

With one fluid motion, he swung open the locker door. His eyes immediately went wide and his mouth started salivating as a thick, humid cloud of manly musk rushed straight into his nostrils. Mocha took a deep huff from where he was, moaning as the delectable taste of sweat and masculine pheromones teased his nose hairs and flooded his lungs. Unable to help himself, he shoved his face right into the first thing he saw - used underwear, still damp with sweat. He practically buried his muzzle into the dirty boxers, huffing and sniffing and panting as he took in as much of the musk as possible.

He couldn’t deny it now - after getting a whiff up close, he knew he was in love. He continued to drink in the taste of Bismuth’s crotch, before moving on to a shirt, unable to choose between which one he wanted to huff more. He rapidly and sluttily switched between both, over and over, trying to take in both the crotch musk and the armpit odor. Each scent was distinct, yet derived from the same base manly smell. The pit musk was wetter, earthier, tangier, while the crotch musk seemed to be more personal, sharper, richer. Yet both were equally addicting.

He paused for second, boxers in hand. Mocha already vowed not to tell Bis, and at this point, he’d be way too humiliated to want to expose himself by admitting his love for the dragon’s natural scent. He would have to live without the delicious scent. Maybe sneak a few whiffs here and there, but he would be able to depart from it. As disappointing as it was, he knew he had to give up his musk-love to maintain his friendship. Just one more huff, he thought.

And that one more huff turned into dozens.

Mocha lost track of time, wanting to indulge in his fantasy one last time for just a bit longer. Suddenly, the sound of a thud caused the husky to snap out of it and jump in shock. The door had slammed open, a soft distant creaking letting him know it was slowly closing behind whoever entered. Freaking out, face red with embarrassment and wanting to save face before he was caught, the canine threw the underwear up in the air and turned around, slamming close Bismuth’s locker.

As he faced the approaching figure with wide eyes and a huge blush, the underwear slowly floated down and draped over his muzzle, leaving him condemned to be seen smelling another man’s boxers. With no time to react, Mocha gasped as the figure turned the corner - it was the massive dragon of his dreams looming over the smaller canine.

Bismuth didn’t even notice until he looked down, seeing the chest-height husky with a familiar pair of underwear on his face. Bis’ own face flashed through a look of confusion before recognition lit up his entire expression. Slowly his face contorted into a snicker before spreading into a large, evil grin.

“I knew it.”

Mocha was taken aback, stammering as he flailed to push the boxers off, facing his friend with a look of embarrassment and guilt.

“I-it’s not what it looks like! I-I was, I just-”

“Oh hush,” Bismuth cut him off, putting a massive thick finger against his friend’s lips to quiet him, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time… For you to finally admit to me…”

“A-admit what?” The husky whimpered faintly, a rush of emotions flooding through him so fast he didn’t even know how to react.

“Y’know, that’s actually why I invited you. It’s painfully obvious you have a crush on me… or at least a crush on how I smell~ I had hoped getting you up close and personal to me while I worked up a strong scent would get you to admit it, but you obviously had too much fun to think much about it… But here you are, sneaking behind my back to huff my musk…”

The husky’s mouth went agape. Was this a dream come true or a nightmare? His best friend seemed to be more than okay with his perverted obsession, one that Bis apparently knew about before he did himself. Mocha spent so long denying it, he didn’t realize how obvious it must’ve been. He struggled to come up with a reply. Was this the end of their friendship? Or the start of a new stage in their relationship?

“Say it. Admit to me how much you love my scent. Go on, little musk-slut. Don’t be afraid~” The dragon teased as he brushed a finger under the husky’s chin, tilting the smaller boy’s gaze up to peer right into Bismuth’s red eyes. To let him know it was safe to expose himself. To let him know Bis could be trusted, while asserting a sense of casual dominance to get the husky to obey his command as his sweat-smeared chest almost pressed into the canine’s neck.

Mocha took a deep breath, inhaling more of Bis’ scent, but fresh and straight from the source. It soothed him. Took over his facets. He had to say it.

“I… I love your musk… I LOVE YOUR MUSK, BISMUTH! I always have! L-let me smell more, please, please!”

Mocha’s heart stopped as Bismuth lightly chuckled.

“Let me make you an offer you can’t refuse,” the dragon’s voice rumbled deep from within his strong chest, his suggestion feeling more like a command, “You could give up your old life… And huff my musk forever.”

Mocha paused, brows furrowed. What about his job, his school, his friends? Concern spread all over his face.

“Just take a deep breath before you think about it, lil guy…”

The husky obeyed, breathing in and inadvertently huffing more musk that wafted off the dragon in a warm steamy fog. He let out a content sigh, his brain calmed and got a fuzzy feeling akin to getting high. He smiled. Bis returned the smile.

“No more stressful work. No more having to impress friends or family. You’ll live with me, not having to worry about homework or bills. The perfect life, just doing what you love: huffing my musk all day long every day… if you accept, that is. The only catch is once you agree, there’s no backing out. Not that you’d want to.”

The way the dragon spoke, it was as if it were already a done deal. As if he knew the husky’s answer before he even asked. As if it were set in stone that Mocha would gladly agree. And the derg was right. That whole premise made Mocha feel warm inside, fluttery like it was something he craved for years. He imagined an easy life, living with his larger friend, cuddling with him as he sniffed his pits. The canine practically drooled at the thought.

He gulped, knowing he’s at the point of no return. “Yes…”

“Yes, what, dear?”

“Yes, I will be your musk-slut. I-I want to huff your scent all day long… for the rest of my days…”

“Oh-ho-ho, I’m so glad you agreed… but I always knew you would.”

Bismuth’s larger finger gingerly brushed the side of the husky’s face, causing the smaller male to close his eyes in content as he dreamed of being taken home by the derg. Bis stroked the husky’s fluffy fur, feeling it up for one last time, until he used his full palm to pat the dog like a pet. The dragon would miss seeing this face so close. But for now on, the husky would always be much closer to him than ever before… physically that is.

Suddenly, a flash lit the room as a loud zapping sound filled the husky’s ears. Freaking out at the shocking noise, Mocha’s eyes jolted open as he felt a strange sensation warping his body. A diminishing feeling that expedited around his nerves, tingling each and every strand of fur and filling his insides with a cold, shifting feeling. He glanced around at his body, seeing nothing wrong. Until he looked up and up… and up to see the dragon much more massive than ever before, looming down over him like a tower.

Mocha gasped as he watched the derg get bigger and bigger as his face got farther and farther. The lockers around him seemed to stretch onward, getting longer and wider and bigger, caging him in as if he were looking up at the skyscrapers of New York City. Before he knew it, the strange feeling departed from his body, and he felt lighter and smaller than ever. He was tiny. He must’ve been only a few inches tall, judging by how the derg’s body extended on for miles and miles. He had to look past thick, bulging legs, a sprawling stomach followed by huge protruding pecs, until he saw the distant, cloudy face of his former friend.

In shock, the confused canine cowered in fear, not used to his new position as the tiniest living being in the world, as he watched the dragon shift overhead like a moving mountain. Heart pounding, he could only look on as the massive figure descended, his body folding in on itself as Bismuth took a seat in front of his diminutive friend-turned-toy. Mocha fell to his hands and knees as the derg sat down, shaking the floor like a tremor. He watched as the thick, muscled legs lifted over him gently, like a spaceship flying too close to the ground, and wrapped around him. He was trapped.

Looking all around himself, Mocha realized that to every side, all there was to experience - to see, smell and touch - was Bismuth. He was surrounded in an arena of dragon scales and sweat, the atmosphere warming up as the circle of hot dragon flesh around him wafted its musk directly onto the tiny canine. It was like a humid cave of musk all to himself, the smell much stronger and much more potent than ever before, nearly clogging his lungs as he struggled to breathe all of it at once.

Bismuth’s voice was akin to a god speaking from the heavens, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to shake Mocha to his very bones. He looked up with wide eyes, feeling as if he had to listen to the massive voice.

“Heh. Come on, lil guy. You have nothing to lose by indulging yourself. Nobody but me can see you here. Nobody but me will ever see you ever again. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Just do what you were meant to do.”

The voice felt like it was injected straight into his brain, replacing his own thoughts. This is what he was meant to do. He followed the strongest path of scent, a thick fog of earthy warm musk that seemed to lead him to his destination. Before he knew it, he was right in front of Bismuth’s thinly veiled package, his member barely hidden by the tight boxers. He was close enough to touch. He looked up at the giant as if asking for permission, receiving a comforting nod in response. Mocha pressed his tiny paws into the damp fabric, feeling it soak through his fur.

In a few seconds, his whole body was pressed against Bismuth’s bulge that twitched in response. The front of his body was soon coated in a thick film of sweat leaking from the package onto his body, soaked up by his fur. And he took deep breaths, each huff burning his lungs pleasantly. He could feel it swirl up his airways and wrap around his brain, tugging at his thoughts and washing away every facet of independence with a dirty river of sweaty musk. It circled around his mind, making Mocha dizzy and lightheaded, barely comprehending anything but how much he loved his master. How much he loved Bismuth’s scent.

At his tiny size, it may have been too much to comprehend, overwriting his rationality and claiming him as its own. He formed an addiction, the dose strong enough to get him in a heavy high. Not wanting to overdose his new pet, Bismuth reached down and gave the tiny husky little flicks with his massive fingers, hoarding him to his new destination. Mocha, dizzy and tripping over himself, drooling with pleasure, let the fingers maneuver him as he followed the path his master laid out for him.

Eventually, he collapsed against something soft but scolding hot. Eyes fluttering, Mocha managed to make out that he had fallen against a massive sole. A sprawling foot, complete with perfect wrinkles, teasing him with sexy scrunches of the toes. He admired every tiny speck of dirt and dust that collected along the sole, too small for anybody but the tiny canine to observe - it was all his. A damp film of sweat his to soak up as massive beads the size of his head raced down the sides of the feet, making him thirsty with the thought of lapping it up. But before he could even consider it, the two giant paws slowly encased around him, pressing forwards until he was completely entrapped between two huge feet. His entire body was buried in the soft, firm soles, squeezed gently as he was hidden from the world.

Bismuth continued his grin as he started rubbing his feet back and forth, feeling the tiny furry canine rolling around roughly between them. He loved the soft feeling of his little toy, relishing as he felt it soak up his sweat. The feeling of domination far surpassed any physical pleasure tiny Mocha could give him. He enjoyed the feeling of controlling a living being with just his feet, while giving that tiny person everything they could ever want. He had control but was also fulfilling a fantasy for the canine - it was the best of both worlds.

Mocha was tugged to and fro, his body being torn between two feet that pulled him in different directions, masterfully combining their efforts to have him roll around. Already dizzy, he got increasingly disoriented, his entire world become a flurry of feet - all the wrinkles rubbing against him, the constant heat suffocating him, the sweat drenching and drowning him, the dirt smearing and embedding into his fur, and most of all the smell. The rank musk that flooded his lungs and seared his airways, hypnotizing him into being completely intoxicated. His thoughts were slow and few and far between, all focused on the same goal - obedience and subservience.

By the time his personal, potent-smelling, roller coaster had ended, he peeled his droopy eyes open to see Bismuth’s face… with two toes blocking either side of his vision. Acting on pure submissive instinct, he didn’t even have to be ordered to turn his head to start lapping at the toe-pit, gulping up every drop of sweat and loving as the taste of dragon feet invaded his maw and took over his taste buds. Sweat and flecks of dirt coated his tongue, and would be there to stay, as he drank and ate whatever he could find between those toes eagerly. He was in heaven. He loved the feeling of the toes scrunching against his face, squeezing him tight as he was pinned beneath the foot.

And Bismuth loved the view of the cutie being squished, his face adorably contorting with every miniscule movement of his toes. He loved the feeling of the tiny body being so easily trapped beneath his foot, knowing that the simple act of holding him there kept Mocha from any form of movement whatsoever. Full control.

After a few minutes, Bismuth decided to mix things up a bit. He lifted his foot and picked up the sweat-soaked micro in a tight fist. He brought Mocha up to his nose and sniffed him, huffing his own scent off the tiny. His musk completely replaced the canine’s own scent - all he could smell was dragon feet. Bis brought the exposed head down to his toes, and knew Mocha understood his task.

Despite being so high he could barely think, Mocha was having the time of his life. He couldn’t remember a time where he ever had more fun. This is where he truly belonged. Owned by a larger, stronger, more masculine man. And who better than his best friend, somebody he trusted and who somehow knew exactly what turned him on before he did himself? He obediently lapped between every toe, addicted to the scent of dragon feet, as he was moved from one toe pit to the next.

Eventually he cleaned every toe pit, stomach full of sweat and tongue permanently stained with the taste of feet. Once he was done, the dragon set him down onto the floor. Mocha, unstable and dizzy, shook a bit as he stumbled onto his feet for a few moments before falling flat on his ass. Bismuth let out a booming laugh, reaching down to help his tiny friend stand again, stabilizing him with his massive fingers. Mocha had to rest against them like crutches, but he slowly regained the ability to think.

“B-bismuth…,” he whispered.

“What do you need, lil guy?”

“I-I… M-master… I w-want nothing m-more.. Than to be y-yours… than to be your loyal scent pet… T-thank you… this is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Bismuth’s heart fluttered. The little guy was so cute. He cooed and gently pet the tiny canine’s head, watching the micro eat it up.

“Haha, well it’s a good thing the shrinking is permanent then, dear. You couldn’t leave even if you wanted to! That’s why I said there was no going back, heh. Now that’s enough for today. I don’t want to overwhelm you so soon.

Mocha got disappointed upon hearing that. His heart sank. He looked up at his giant master, with big pleading eyes. Puppy-dog eyes, if you will. He turned on the charm, too addicted to the dragon’s musk to depart with it so soon. He begged as much as he could.

“PLEASE! Pretty please, Bis, please master, let me keep huffing your scent! I’ll be fine, I promise! I can handle it!”

Bismuth tsked. “I dunno, my pet, it’s already done a number on you. We gotta slowly wean you into it so you can get used to it.”

“PLEEEEEAAAAASSEE! Throw me into the deep end! I’ll be good! Please, sir.”

The dragon sighed, unable to resist the cute canine. He submitted.

“Fine.” Bis stood up, towering over the speck of a husky that he now owned. He reached down to snatch up the little guy, grabbing his weightless body between two thick fingers. Mocha felt a rush as he was lurched up several buildings-worth of height, his ears popping… And then he was faced with a sight to behold. Mocha felt like praying to it as he saw the boxers open wide, revealing the derg’s thick firm, plump ass cheeks underneath him. The humid stench of musky ass wafted up like a fog to encompass the tiny husky, who drooled in anticipation, teased by the rising scent.

And in an instant, he was dropped, freefalling until he slapped against the firm asscheeks, buried between the sweaty, perfect mounds. Time was irrelevant there. He lost track of how long he was huffing the pure manly musk. He could’ve been there for hours, days, even months. And he would love it exactly the same as the first sniff, if not more. He loved inhaling the hard-earned scent of a stronger man, the pheromones telling him Bismuth owned him.

Bismuth couldn’t hold in his smirk as he walked home, savoring the walk. Every now and then he squeezed his cheeks, feeling his tiny companion squirm as he was buried deeper into the plush ass. Eventually, the sweaty walk ended as he arrived at his home, which was now Mocha’s new home as well. Getting into his room and shutting the blinds, he stripped down until he was nude, chuckling to himself as he felt his tiny friend wedged between his ass cheeks. He reached behind him to pluck Mocha out, revealing a sweat-drenched, half-conscious panting disheveled doggy.

“You know, Mocha, you’re a better musk-huffer than I had expected. Wanna huff some more?~”

Not waiting for a response, he shoved the micro against his unearthed crotch, smearing him around the muskiest part of his body. He rubbed the micro like a sweat rag, relishing in the fuzzy feeling as he shoved him against his taint and under his massive dick, and rubbed him all around his nuts. In a matter of seconds, the tiny husky was overwhelmed. The smell so strong, Mocha passed out, fainting slowly as his vision blurred into blackness.

Mocha awakens, feeling cramped and crowded. Claustrophobic yet comfortable. He was wet all around, and a thick humid scent rushed into his nostrils, fresher now that woke up. Suddenly, the memories of yesterday flooded back and he grinned stupidly, happily. He was Bismuth’s pet…

The husky squirmed, his body leaking more sweat than the jungle-like cavern that surrounded him, having absorbed sweat all night long. He realized he was in Bis’ armpit… and he huffed it all night long. The canine could sense something had changed. The prolonged exposure rewiring his brain, rewriting him to know nothing else but huffing musk. Something he already loved becoming an addiction had finally switched over a dependence on the scent. He needed it to function. Without it, he couldn’t live. He had no purpose without it anyways. He started licking, his mind clearer than ever - he was a loyal servant and had to please his master. The salty taste leaked into his maw as he eagerly slurped up perspiration.

Suddenly, his cramped environment opened up, giving him space to stretch out as his eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light. Once he could see, his entire view was taken up by a massive familiar face. He smiled at Bis and Bismuth smiled back. Their relationship was better than ever before. Mocha wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

Bismuth leaned forward, puckering his lips to kiss his own armpit, tasting his own sweat as he engulfed Mocha in a friendly smooch. The wet lips surrounded the tiny husky, squishing into him and burying him in a loving embrace. Mocha’s heart melted as the lips departed. He looked back at his master and friend with nothing but love. Bismuth was just glad Mocha was having so much fun. As both shared a silent comfortable gaze, they each couldn’t wait to spend so much more time together.