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Dominus of Haruk'ha: Scent of Obsession
After his induction to the cult of hyenid lust deity Haruk'ha and being made Dominus of Excursion, Trav is tasked with spreading seeds of the corruptive god's influence far and wide. Under his human guise, Trav goes back to his job as a flight attendant, corrupting males into gay gnolls in cities he visits. Unfortunately, his fellow flight attendant, Victoria, finds something very different about him, and can’t let it go, especially with how much of his musk she’s been taking in. She’s particularly interested in the cologne he’s giving to male passengers after their flights. She steals one of the small bottles and after a hearty whiff starts to crave the stink. She’s soon addicted to the liquidized hyena butt musk masquerading as cologne, and needs more as she finds herself changing into a dominant buff and brutish stinky shemale gnoll, the first of his kind in Haruk’ha’s ranks that’s also feverishly addicted to Trav and Maruk’s hyena butt musk.
This was created with the support of my patrons and combining some of their deliciously corruptive ideas into another entry for Haruk'ha's followers. Thanks guys, this was a lot of fun to write.
An Eiji Otaka Creation
Elusive Friendly Yeenwolf Writer
Corrupted Transformation Architect
Dominus of Haruk'ha: Scent of Obsession
Not all male flight attendants are gay, but this one is, and after a whiff of dat musk, you will be too.
Story
A few days after his corrupted conversion into an infectious anthro hyena and subsequent magical anointment by Maruk as the Domini of Excursion for Haruk'ha's burgeoning religious cult, Trav was in the airport working as per usual with a few added incentives. He had already been masking his hyena stink along with his appearance to continue spreading his corrupted horny blessings to males on his travels. He'd prepared some gifts for his soon to be brethren. Multiple small vials of 'cologne' distilled from the slimy scent glands of his anus, each one amplified by a drop of the ass musk of Maruk himself, the Avatar of their god Haruk'ha. The last few flights he'd been on he'd targeted a few men to charm and offer a sample vial of his new 'cologne', ensuring that every trip Haruk'ha was to gain a few new followers that would spread his horny hyena influence. His mind was at work. Who to mark with the touch of Haruk’ha to start them down the path of gay male hyena lust? There were a few men around the gate that made him salivate with lust. The beefy guy covered in body hair next to his girlfriend? The business man he'd noticed was looking at men's pics on his phone? The tall fit father of 3 that kept close to his wife? His cock throbbed at the possibilities, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by a frequent flight partner of his, Victoria. She was a petite woman with red hair pulled back into a soft bun.
Her cheerful blue eyes regarded him, but paused with a light sniff. He smelled a bit different than usual these last few days and had a certain air about him that she just couldn't put her finger on. He turned to look at her with a knowing grin. A shudder shot down her spine. She could swear that he looked...different, but couldn't really say why. Maybe it was his teeth? Were they sharper? Was he a bit taller? Or perhaps it was the way that his clothes just fit him differently? Why did he seem a little hairier?
"Hello Travis. You're looking good today. Uh I mean you know that's not how I meant it. I meant you look really fit, maybe a little more toned?"
"Oh that's because I've gotten a new diet, exercise routine, and um, self-care stuff."
"Oh really? Well whatever you're doing must be working. What exactly are you up to when you're off work? Is it a secret or something? Can you share with the class, Mr. Magic Body?"
Trav chuckled heartily with a throaty rumble, "My secret is simple, I've been blessed by the Great Haruk'ha, god of virility and the moon." The amusement in his eyes belied the truth as he laughed after. "Sorry. I'm kidding of course. Right now I'm running a protein-only diet a passenger told me about a few days ago."
"Hmm well whatever you're up to I have to admit you are looking good. Ooh sorry to hear it's protein only. I bet you'd rather have sweets, right?" Victoria cooed with a giggle.
"Something like that." Trav smirked.
They chatted for a while and then when it was time for them to head to the gate and get the plane ready. Travis loaded some cologne samples into the pushcart from his carry-on bag. Victoria had noticed he'd been giving passengers the samples the last few flights they'd been on together. It was really curious. Flight attendants weren't supposed to solicit anything to passengers, but he wasn't trying to do a sales pitch or ask for money so it seemed innocuous enough. That said, her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. Was it the same cologne he'd been wearing lately? She'd initially found it mildly repulsive, but the more flights she'd rode next to him the more it seemed to intrigue her senses. She wanted to get a whiff from the bottle to be sure.
After they got their things settled at the back of the plane, they made their way back to the front as the door opened. Passengers filed in one at a time, claiming their seats as the duo gave smiles and the occasional handshake greeting to their occupants. Victoria thought about asking Travis if he had a sample to give her, but was worried it might come across as weird, especially since he wasn't actively giving them to anyone at the moment. Her mind just kept fixating on his cologne as she checked to see if there was someone he was handing a sample to. A male passenger approached with a smile as he boarded, a tall thin man in a polo. She saw Travis extend his hand with a friendly greeting, the man shook his hand and made eye contact with the well-built young man. He stared at Travis for a brief second as his nostril flared at the sudden whiff of Trav's musky aroma. She noticed the man's eyes started to cloud over in a faint yellow before he seemed to blink back to his senses.
He blinked and blushed lightly with a muttered thanks and went to his seat. She stood with a puzzled expression. Did that man just get a cologne sample from Trav? No. He didn't have a sample in his hand. But something happened right? Maybe she was imagining things. She resolved to just keep observing until she got a chance to ask Travis for a sample to try.
After the last of the passengers boarded, Trav made his rounds as Victoria watched his interactions closely. He was always nice, but his words and actions now carried a strange edge of confidence. It was sexy. Travis looked sexier to her than ever before. His scent had changed as well. It was like sweat, musk, and manliness. It was...it was kinda hot. It reminded her of the football players from high school. He would sometimes linger when talking to passengers. Taking a breath as if he was smelling their colognes. But on occasion, some of them seemed to zone out a bit before a smile broke through them. Their eyes seemed to shimmer, then back to normal. They were soon seated for takeoff.
Things continued on as usual, but she saw him make his way back with the food cart and stopped at a passenger in coach that he'd shaken hands with when boarding. She had seen this happen before, but never paid it much attention. She saw him shake the passenger's hand, lean over him with a smile, and breathe deep before adding one of the cologne samples to the man's drink and snack. The man took a deep breath, and his face froze with an aroused blush. After a long pause, the man gave a kind smile and took the food and drink as Travis went to the next row.
This happened a couple times to other male passengers, but she only witnessed it once, and with two or three passengers, as most of the other encounters occurred with passengers that were sleeping or otherwise indisposed. Either way, she could see a change in the men who tried the cologne on the flight after taking a mind-numbing test sniff. The ones that were awake looked relaxed. Like they had just won the lottery and were enjoying a good day. They even looked to have bulges in their pants.
Victoria's pussy clenched at the sight. They looked content. Almost blissful. She couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have that kind of happiness. She hadn't even realized that she was already smelling the musky cologne spreading in the cabin. She huffed with arousal as she noticed a few of the women cover their nose, but the men nearby seemed to perk up as they picked up the masculine scent. Was this the reason the last few flights she'd noticed more men trying to hide their tents as they left the plane after each flight. The mystery deepened and so did her arousal. She was almost tempted to take a sample, but she had to restrain herself. If she were to take a whiff directly, would it drive her mad with lust? Even still, she might have a chance to get a vial from one of the sleeping passengers.
By the end of the flight everyone seemed a little flustered, men and the women from the pert outlines of some of their nipples on their shirts. The last thing to do was collect any trash or empties and pass out the exit surveys for feedback on their experience. While going through the rows, she occasionally would witness Travis breathing deeply before pausing while holding onto a trash bin. He seemed to be contemplating, or picking up a scent before moving on. Victoria would watch in fascination, arousal, and uncertainty. Just what was going on? Whatever the case, after taking a survey from a man she had witnessed Travis interacting with, he seemed more jovial than when she first greeted him, his voice almost panting with a level of eagerness that was a tad off-putting. Just as she passed a passenger still asleep, she noticed a cologne sample sitting on the tray. She bit her lip. This was really risky, but she just had to do it. She discreetly took the sample before gently nudging the man awake. Once he was alerted, she gave him his survey before quickly heading back to the rear of the plane.
When she was alone in the restroom, she sat down on the toilet and immediately uncapped the sample. Her nostrils flared with expectation as she waved it under her nose. Immediately a pungent mix of sweat and musk assaulted her senses, causing her eyes to roll back as she clutched the edges of the plastic seat beneath her, thighs rubbing together as her arousal gushed from her heated hole. The scent was undeniably masculine and musky. It was so strong she nearly gagged just as much as it brought her to the edge of orgasm. She quickly capped the spray vial in an effort to contain herself. She found herself starting to sweat from the arousing heat in her loins, but tucked the sample away before slowly standing up and leaving the plane restroom. She went back over to Travis, just getting ahold of her arousal as the last passenger left the plane.
"Hey Travis... That flight went quicker than I thought it would, didn't it?"
"Yeah it did. But we had some good passengers this flight. No Karens, hallelujah! Haha," said Travis.
"Right!? No one to ruin the good mood that's for sure," replied Victoria, agreeing with Travis, "By the way I noticed you giving some passengers small samples of cologne."
"Oh that. Yeah, just trying to build some connections and get rid of all these samples I got to be an ambassador for this new brand," answered Travis with a smooth grin.
"Really? Hmm, can I get a sample of it myself? I wouldn't mind trying it out myself," Victoria inquired.
"You want to try out a men's cologne?"
"It smells really good! Can you blame me?" Travis' eyebrow raised at that.
"Haha, sorry I'm only supposed to give it to guys I've come across," said Travis.
"Aw really? Well, can I at least get one to give to my boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend?"
"Okay, okay. You got me. Well don't be mad if I give you a quick sniff every now and then. Your scent is intoxicating," giggled Victoria, seemingly relieved of a tension.
"Is it really? You don't find it annoying or too musky or sweaty or anything like that?" Her pussy quivered at his question.
"Not at all! You just smell very masculine. Very masculine in fact. I just want to wrap myself in it!" She recalled that rush to her head when she took a sniff of the sample she stole, "Why is it always the gay guys that catch my attention."
"Well I won't complain if you don't. Just don't think I plan to switch teams this century," teased Travis.
"Never, but a girl can still wish."
"Great. I'll see you on the next flight. I need to take my break. See you later Vic."
"See ya Travis. Later," replied Victoria.
Victoria quickly went to the employee bathroom in the airline's lounge. She had to get another go at that cologne. She needed more of that musky scent in her life. She hurriedly locked the bathroom door behind her. In the relative privacy of the bathroom, she quickly uncapped the cologne sample. She had to do it while the scent still lingered. She could see the beads of condensation still dotting the vial. She licked her lips, mouth watering in anticipation as the pungent musk from earlier assaulted her sinuses, forcing a long, wet sniff as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The effect was immediate, a long drawn out moan slipped past her lips as the potent musk burned away her inhibitions and rotted her mind with hyena lust. She took two more eager sniffs, the infectious aromatics gaining purchase on her DNA, starting most aggressively in her olfactory senses as the whites of her eyes yellowed and grew veiny. She took a final greedy inhale as the scent worked its magic through her system, a growing wet stain spread across the front of her skirt as she orgasmed from the pheromone-rich musk.
"Wow," she giggled, "I can't believe I've been missing out on this scent all this time. Travis is so hot too. I can't help but want to taste him. To smell him." She imagined his muscular bubble butt as he walked down the aisles. What would it smell like? Hot, wet, and rank. Her mouth watered, legs shivering at the thought. Her nostrils flared as she pictured herself huffing his ass like some depraved lunatic. Her eye twitched as it made her pussy ooze and quiver. She squatted over the toilet, the musky scent tickling her nose, building her up to another orgasm as she eagerly rubbed her cunt under her skirt. Her jerky movements and pronounced sniffing caused her to spill the last bit over her nose and fingers. The musk smeared over her nose had her shaking in orgasm as she rubbed her oily fingers over her clit with one hand while the other pressed into her lips and kneaded her asshole. She slumped on the toilet with a huff, still shaking with lust as she put herself back together. She flushed and left the room, the scent of musk still wafting under her nose, filling her with a frequent urge to sniff her fingers, but she knew she had to control herself. She didn't want any suspicion and she still had her job to do.
She made her way down to the main lounge, but just before she entered, she heard a slurping sound and a growl from around the corner in a small private area for staff. She followed the sounds and was greeted with a sight she would never forget. There, in the shadows was a figure in airline attire hunched against the wall, pants down, hairy ass thrusting back and forth, a dark wet pucker with the diameter of a soda can steaming musk between the fuzzy cheeks as two fist-sized nuts swung in a jet black sack that dripped sweat. It dripped down between his muscled hairy legs onto his purple underwear soaked with sweat and musk, lying crumpled at his ankles. She could see a pair of dew drop shaped furry ears at the top of his head and for a second she thought she saw a furry tail wagging behind him. His hairy legs bulged with muscle as his exposed puckered hole and musky balls aired out. His shirt was stained in musk and cum as well, the powerful odor emanating from his pores radiating out from him as he leaned against the wall. His face was hidden by the shadows but her inspection was interrupted by the sounds of wet gurgles and slurping. There between his legs sat a man on his knees with his face buried in odorous crotch, eagerly slurping away as his mouth was used as a cock sleeve. It-It was the passenger from the flight earlier. The formerly clean shaven man's face was covered in stubble as dark lips and a slobbery tongue washed the cock in his gullet. A gooey mixture of drool and precum fell from his chin and dribbled down his hairy neck into his shirt. A shirt that was rising over a heaving more pronounced chest. His own cock was pinned under his exposed tighty whities, but she could clearly see the bulbous head twitching and spurting precum into the fabric. A hairy ass peeked over his underwear to reveal a growing tail that wagged. Victoria covered her mouth as she watched her bestial coworker continue face fucking the submissive male. He thrust as a hairy hand with claws held the man's head, keeping it there as the man tried to cough and gasp for air around his fat musky cock, muffled gargles escaping his full maw as he thrashed. The stubble covered man's eyes rolled up with orgasm as he soaked his underwear and began to stroke his trapped shaft. The precum drenched garment stretched and tore open as his cock and nutsack popped free, causing him to jerk and groan into the cock feeding him. His shaft was like none she'd seen before, jet black, uncut, and almost 10 inches as it pulsed out slimy cum. The first wave of white goo quickly followed by another that shifted to yellow spunk that steamed on the floor. The big hairy man above him thrusted faster, causing the man to gag on the thick length as a uniformed beast of a man grunted in satisfaction.
Her eyes zeroed back in on his fat pucker between those furry buns. She could smell it, deliciously rank and masculine, just like the cologne. Her eyes flickered yellow and dilated as her mouth began to water again. She wanted to rush him and force her face between his cheeks, get that musk all over her face while he forced his cock into the male. She was drawn out of her trance by the muttering growls of the airline worker.
"Yeah that's a good pup. I knew you'd make a good slut for the Great Haruk'ha's ranks the moment I saw you on the plane. Praise Haruk'ha for this blessing as you join our cackle for the rest of your days. GRAAAH!" said the beast as his nuts pulled up and urethra bulged with semen before surging corrupted yena spunk into the man's mouth.
Was that Travis? She watched the man beneath him thrash and shake as his hairy sweat-soaked body bulked up in his clothes, paws tearing through his shoes as furry thighs tore through the seams of his pants. His face cracked and mutated into the slobbery cum soaked muzzle of a beast as the yellowed whites of his eyes turned black, hands turned dark furry paws still stroking his cock as he pulled off the cock in his newly grown muzzle. He looked up to Trav with wild amber eyes, tongue hanging and dripping strings of cum and saliva as he uttered in a rough voice, "Praise Haruk'ha!"
The name seared into her mind. Haruk'ha... Her knees buckled as her clit burned with arousal, slimy fem cum sliding down her inner thigh as she stifled a moan. She quickly retreated and left the employee only area.
She left the employee area as the two werehyenas finished the induction of the latest new member of Haruk'ha's growing flock of believers. Victoria told herself she needed to get something to eat to take her mind off of what she saw. She wasn't sure if she should be scared or turned on, but right now it was both and the only thing her mind would entertain as a distraction was food by the sound of her grumbling stomach.
She quickly made her way to one of the food vendors in the airport. Every man she passed, she couldn't help but get a look at their ass, imagining what they smelled like. Hoping it smelled like that cologne. Hoping under those clothes lay another thick juicy gnoll pucker for her to sniff. Gnoll? Where did that word come from? She barely could consider where she had learned that as her stomach grumbled in demand of being satisfied. She walked up to a sandwich shop and ordered. The cashier asked her what she wanted on it. She licked her lips at the bevy of options.
"Ma'am? Uh... What would you like?"
"Meat," said Victoria, not even bothering to look up at the cashier.
"Yeah, but anything else?"
"Lots of meat."
"No veggies?"
"I said meat."
The cashier nodded awkwardly, and put two servings of meat between the pieces of bread.
"More."
"That's going to be extra."
"More!"
"Uh- yeah sure," he said, piling on more meat.
"Moar!" said Victoria, lips wet with drool as her eyes flashed yellow. The man put as much meat as he could fit between the buns.
"That'll be 38 dollars..."
Victoria shoved a debit card into the reader with hairy knuckles with a grumble. She took the sandwich from the cashier, eyes her meal as she grunted, "Good."
She sat at the nearest spot she could find and immediately tore into the sandwich, with no regard for manners. She had to get something in her belly before the next flight. Something to distract her from her thoughts. As she ate she couldn't stop herself from picturing the scene she witnessed, Travis fucking the man in the lounge area, growling, grunting, slapping his huge heavy balls against his stubble-covered chin, that fat ring of furry musky flesh quivering with pleasure from the cock that swabbed the man's wet throat. She shuddered and chewed with a moan. The man's face warped as Travis' cum flooded his guts. The slutty, mindless beast of a man who swallowed it all, and craved more. Her pussy was already begging for more attention, especially her clit. She swallowed as she moved in for another bite. She then got a whiff of a familiar scent.
"Hey Victoria, grabbing a bite before our next flight? I think I need to do the same."
It was Travis. Her salivary glands went into overdrive as she stopped midbite. Thick drool mixed with half-chewed meat and bread dripped down her chin as she turned to address him.
"mmph!- Trav! *chew* I didn't mm notice you there. Yeah I was really hungry. I'm uh going to finish this up and head back to the gate for our next flight since it's a long one."
Travis looked at her as his own nostril twitched. She smelled like sex and hyena musk. His hyena musk. The thought of breeding a female drained his cock. He didn't smell any other hyenas on her, but she had been spending the last few days in close proximity to him. Usually after just a single flight, even women, who are usually disgusted by the bestially corrupted masculine gay musk of Haruk'ha's followers, would find themselves temporarily inflamed with arousal. I guess after so much exposure she'd be in an extended state of lust and smelling like a male hyena. He dropped the thought for the moment and continued on.
"I understand, I don't think I've seen a woman eat like that, but I'm not judging. I'm about to do the same," he said as he headed to the food vendor next over.
Victoria grunted a response and continued eating as she watched his bubble butt sway past her. She instinctively leaned forward to sniff at it as her tongue casually dropped down to lick up the food and drool that had careened down her chin. That ass... That juicy donut. Her eyes shifted to amber once again. Dat musk! She wanted it. She needed more of that cologne until she could get a chance to sniff Travis' hairy butt directly. Fill her lungs with that musk. She wanted that manly stink with her at all times. Even better if her own ass could smell like that. Her mind went to two bestial creatures like the one she saw in the employee lounge. Gnolls. Sniffing each other's butts, getting drunk and horny off each other's stink as their fat cocks swung and flung delicious precum. Fat oily puckers squeezing down on wet noses until they could take no more and fucked and made more of that intoxicating musk.
She suddenly gathered herself, eyes turning back to a more human blue. She quickly finished the food as fast as she could before gathering her trash and tossing it. She quickly rushed back to the gate trying to ignore the niggling thoughts and persistent arousal. She greeted the gate staff as she prepared to board with the other flight staff. Travis arrived not long after, but Victoria tried her best to avoid him until it was time to board. This was a 12 hour adult's only flight on a double decked plane generally reserved for romantic vacations and resort party destinations. She needed to keep her space from him for as long as she could or she wasn't sure what she'd do. Victoria absentmindedly sniffed her fingers and licked her lips. She knew exactly what she'd do. It wasn't long before they boarded and prepped their stations. Though seated next to Travis like always, she kept conversation to a minimum, and waited for a chance to go down to the lower deck.
Once they leveled off, Travis offered to make the first pass through, which she graciously accepted. She had noticed he'd taken some cologne samples from his carry to put in the cart. She felt her nose itching as her pussy and clit raged in desperation as she pondered if she could get one more whiff of that musky cologne in private. Her eyes glanced down to Travis' carryon bag. She felt her arousal rising as she fantasized about pressing her face into that manly musky butt or even his stinky armpit, but the ache in her crotch demanded attention as her rational mind began to flee. She bit her lip as she thought of going to the bathrooms in economy, but then looked at Travis' carry on again.
If she could just sneak a few whiffs. The worst that could happen is Travis could catch her and that could be awkward. She hesitated for a moment, but the tingling sensation in her loins prompted her to move. She made a stealthy snatch and grab. She opened it to see a small pile of the usual light orange colored samples, but among them was a larger one with reddish amber liquid inside capped with a dropper instead of a spray cap. In a rush she grabbed a couple of the regular ones along with the larger darker colored one. She quickly excused herself from her duties to go down to the economy floor while Travis was still on his stroll down the aisle. She went down to the lower flight staff area and quickly locked herself into one of the restrooms.
Victoria quickly uncapped one of the smaller bottles and took a long sniff, her body tingling and eyes rolling back as she let out a soft moan. She quickly took the other small bottle and sprayed herself with the yena musk, even undoing a few buttons on her shirt to spray her pits and chest before pulling up her skirt to do the same to her crotch and ass. Panting and writhing as she huffed the odors covering her, she quickly emptied the one she was spraying. Her nails darkened and curved into points as she rubbed her aching needy clit, biting a dark lip as she pressed the small bottle to her nose and taking a deep sniff. She shook in orgasm, splashing some more onto her nose and tongue. It was bitter, rank, and all-consuming. Her eyes turned a wild yellow, her nose soaked in the liquid yeen musk, and the texture roughed into the dark wet rhinarium of a hyena. Her scent palette expanded. The dank stench corrupted the neurons that went to her brain to bring pleasure, understanding, and addiction. She drooled, clit throbbing as it bulged and swelled under her fingers. The lips of her cunt grew darker as they oozed juices and testosterone-laden pheromones. With a panting growl she reached for the larger vial housing the darker liquid. She slid her lengthening tongue over sharpening teeth as she pulled her mutating hand from her swelling clit. Fingers dripping with musky slime unscrewed the dropper and took a hard whiff.
Her heart raced as a pulse went through her. Body sheened with sweat as her open pores soaked her uniform, she could only growl as the striking odor drilled deep into her psyche. One name came to her. Haruk'ha. She drooled down a fuzzy chin as her reconfiguring brain processed the odor. It was the essence of her god. Provided directly from his Altar under the tail of his avatar Maruk. Yes... Pure, rank, and exponentially corruptive gay gnoll butt musk. She eagerly snorted in the scent from the dropper, slobbery tongue even licking it a few times. She felt discomfort below her belly, but the mind-rotting stench and the itch spreading over her skin consumed her. She snarled as fur dusted her cheeks, squirming as her clothes began to feel tighter as tufts of hair poked through her panty hose. In a growing sexual craze she lifted the dropper and squeezed a few drops of the liquid corruption directly into her wet nostril. Her feral eyes dilated as the scent exploded across her mind. Her wet sniffer swelling as her jaw broadened and cracked forward to give her an underbite. Claws pierced her high heels as furry toes burst forth on her left shoe, curling in the open air as rough pads underneath each of her clawed beans. Her body swelled with muscle and fat, bust growing larger as her sweaty figure filled out her uniform. Her growing ass strained against the fabric of her skirt, the top of her ass cheeks peeking out to reveal it was as hairy as Trav's with a wiggling nub. She felt a tightness between her thighs and curiously looked down to see a growing tent in her skirt. Her furry ears grew into large dew drops as she tilted her head and rubbed the tent. Sparks of pleasure shot through her body straight to her skull, the weight of the masculine ecstasy filling her head causing her furry eyebrows to bulge and jut forward to create a dark cast over her glowing eyes, shading them with bestial lust. She cackled as she clumsily began rubbing the tent to bring more of the foreign pleasure she was feeling as she continued huffing the corrupted vial. Her shoulder tore through her sleeve to reveal a muscled joint covered in spotted reddish brown fur that was soon followed by her furry ass tearing a few stitches in her skirt. Thighs covered in the same fur as her muscles bulged to the size of logs, Her other foot shredding her last shoe to free her growing paw.
She was too caught up in her indulgence and addiction to realize or care at the changes her body was going through, it felt good to not think too hard. Better to just sniff and stroke. Just find males. Just sniff and lick furry ass. Spread gnoll musk. Find males. If human, make them smell more like Trav. Like gnolls. Like Haruk'ha... Yeah... Force them to sniff her ass. To swap musk with them. To fuck them with her...
She curiously pulled up her skirt that was now soaked in the front to reveal a 5inch shaft where her clit used to be.
Cock. She could only smile with her musk-twisted mind. Thick syrupy drool fell down her chin to her newly grown cock. It was dark red and bouncing with every whiff she got of the corrupted cologne. Her bestial nose was so wet the fur around it was perpetually soaked. She watched for a moment as her cock darkened, the tip beginning to spurt clear fluids as it thickened and stretched further in length. Every inch sending brutishly gay yeen echoes through her brain as she stroked it with her furry padded fingers to the images of male gnolls fucking and taking musky butts with their fat obsidian cocks. She drooled over the throbbing member as pillars of purpose rose up in the muck of her mind. Males... Ass. Musk. Cock. Gnolls. Savagery. To get Trav's musk. To force him to breed her ass or breed his. To forcibly spread the glory and musk of her god to more... What better way to do that than to put his pungent ass musk all over her cock and ass like a good gay beast. She shivered and chuckled dumbly as she held the bottle over her now 10 inch cock. An oily stream drizzled down over her shaft from the bottle and the effects were immediate. She grunted as her face cracked forward into the start of a muzzle, slimy drool and foam hanging from her dark lip and yellowing fangs. Her cock's urethra opened up, almost gulping the corruptive fluids as a fat dark foreskin rolled up over the bulbous head to trap more of the anal oils on her cock. She growled and thrust up as her fat yena cock continued to grow, pushing past twelve inches as the lips of her darkened cunt quivered. The pain in her lower abdomen returned, causing amber eyes to bulge as it mixed with the wild pleasure in her crotch. Her ovaries warped and bulged as she felt the gay male corruption reach the core of her sex. She gasped and growled as she felt them mutate into large testes. Her long flat tongue hung from the side of her maw as she shuddered as she grew in size, muscles pumping as bursts of testosterone filled her veins. More of her uniform tore under her beefy musculature as her spine popped and extended. She was already pushing 6'5, but still grew as her tail pushed out and flailed around over her ripped skirt. She was a gay beast. The testes divided inside her and then swelled larger. She drooled at the sensation despite the discomfort. She was becoming more male. More... They divided and swelled once again. More than male... More masculine. More testosterone. More Musk. More cum... Her amber eyes darkened to a rustic cognac as her brutish body pushed to 6'7", her uniform barely more than sweat soaked rags. With a massive paw she continued stroking her cock as she felt four of the testicles shift lower into her pelvis. She drooled and panted eagerly, paw coated in hot precum as slid her padded fingers over her shaft. Her eyes rolled up as a fat fist-sized pair of nuts popped out of her darkened cunt already steaming with pure male sex. Her cock shot a gooey rope of precum over her half-grown muzzle, which she immediately licked up. With a deep grunt, her Adam's apple bulged and dropped her voice lower. Her musk filled the bathroom as her furry pits dripped sweat. It was rank, bestial, and male. Just what she wanted.
"Moar!" she growled and shuddered as a second pair of heavy nuts dropped from the last of her cunt behind the first. The masculine hormones flowing through her body went into overdrive as she shot another rope of preseed. She needed more musk. Her cock and balls stunk of Haruk'ha's essence and she needed more of it. She rolled back and lifted her foot paws into the air until they grazed the ceiling, cock bumping her snoot and sending more of that stink up her sinuses. She had to bring praise to Haruk'ha to force His and her stink on everyone everywhere until they all submitted.
Her other paw had somehow not shattered the vial and she poured the rest over her surprisingly still human pucker. It twitched and gaped as it soaked in the avatar's ass oils, infusing with them as it darkened and began to rapidly swell. The yellowed whites of her eyes shifted to an inhuman black as Haruk'ha's corruption consumed her. With her vagina gone just as her lord intended, her ass became her new receptacle for cock and producer of musk. Overactive scent glands formed inside her anus and began oozing pungent hormonal hyena ass musk while a lemon-sized prostate formed deeper in her anal cavity. She casually licked up the last few drops of the 'cologne' and prepared to blow her load all over the bathroom when she heard a knock at the door.
Victoria grunted a reply, "Taken."
Her furry brow furrowed in frustration as her pungent masculine scent of arousal and musk leaked out under the door. She looked at her cock as it rested on her growing snoot, hot, hard, and ready to breed. She sniffed her musky paw before sliding it back down over her cock. She took a last whiff of the bottle before casually tossing it to the floor.
"You've been in there awhile. There’s a... smell coming from the door. It's pretty... p-potent. Is everything okay?" said a male voice from the other side.
Victoria's bestial eye shifted over to the door. A male. A fresh yeen ass to sniff. She rolled her massive form to her foot paws and hunched to better fit in the restroom. She opened the door forcefully and regarded the human before her with a sniff. Before he could even scream, she grabbed him in her heavy paw and forced him inside, not even bothering to close the door. She pushed his face into her sweaty furred pit as she growled, "You smell wrong, but Vic make you smell better. Smell good like gnoll. Her body was engorged with the raw masculinity of her newfound state, but her mind had deteriorated into a gay horny brute's. She’d become a muscular, feral, and dominant gnoll with the only hint of her feminine origins being the furry tits hanging from her chest. She was male, but for some reason her warped mind clung to the notion that she was still a 'she'. It didn't matter, she had been accepted by Haruk'ha, remade in his gay image, a horny beast in search of prey, a predator in pursuit of ass. Her ruddy eyes shone with the glow of Haruk'ha's corruption. This male was too human and hairless. He needed to be more gnoll so she could huff his unique bestial scent. She pulled the pilot from her pit, looking at his stubbled face soaked in her sweat, eyes half-lidded. She forced him down to the floor on his back and promptly lowered her furry rump on his face, her two heavy nutsacks resting on his chest as she began pawing at his pants while smearing his face with her rank butt musk as her potent gnoll stench flowed out into the cabin.
***
Travis had finished his rounds on the upper deck with first class when he noticed Victoria was nowhere to be found. But he could smell something. He'd only handed out samples upstairs so far, and even with some of the men already using them he could smell an even stronger scent radiating from the lower deck. His cock throbbed and his pucker quivered. Another hyena. A gnoll. With an odor even more pungent than his own. He eagerly strolled down stairs to the lower deck, dick bobbing with every step, only to be hit with an intense blast of male musk. His eyes dilated and he sniffed the air to follow the source, walking down the aisles past confused but increasingly horny passengers. The men were fidgeting, getting more restless and open with their arousal from the scent of bestial lust filling their nostrils and saturating their lungs. The odor was as corruptive as it was arousal inducing. The screens on the back of each headrest gradually shifted from their romcoms and action movies to gay porn from sheer level of corruption flowing from the flight staff quarters in the back. Hairy men fucked, sucked, and huffed fuzzy asses and pits as the acts became more depraved. Men being forced down by beefy hirsute studs and driven to offer up their asses for a thorough inspection, forced to suck fat meaty shafts, to sniff thick furry pits that dripped sweat. The men on the screens became more bestial as the contaminating sounds of their sex reverberated through the brains of those watching. By the time Trav reached the end of the aisle before the employee lavatory, he saw a man drooling and growling as he openly stroked his cock. Ears pointed and covered in fur as the earbuds pumped the melody of gay bestial breeding into his ears. His cock was like slimy steel in his hairy grip as his teeth sharpened and drool hung from his growing fangs. Trav looked at the screen and watched a buff gnoll pull the leash on a collared man half changed into a yeen with a wagging tail as his furry bubble butt was plowed. The man watching was cackling to himself and growling as he pinched a nipple with the claws growing on the hand not gripping his cock. He watched the man's ears slowly enlarge into fuzzy dewdrops. His new hyena ears couldn't keep a grip on the earbuds and they fell deeper into his ear canal before landing on his eardrums, blasting the sound of sex directly into his brain. He shook and foamed at the mouth as his now uncut cock jerked and shot ropes of yellowed cum against the seat in front of him, soaking the headrest and the hair of the woman sitting there who was watching something similar as his mouth started to crack forward into a drooling muzzle. Trav was impressed. This musk was so potent. A new yeen. Male. Very male. And oppressively corrupt. A powerful force to spread their god's corruption. It had to be another alpha, but why was he here? It didn't matter. Between the two of them all the males on this flight would have a new god. The Great Haruk'ha was making it so.
He breathed deeply the heavy scent of musk wafting from the open restroom. As he stepped closer the sheer invasiveness of the musk was forcing his glamour of humanity to fade and reveal his true bestial form. 6'3", muscular, covered in sweaty spotted brown fur. Naked save for an ill-fitting vest covered in stains of cum and liquid hyena rank. The illusion of his pants gone left his obsidian cock bouncing freely like a turgid salami. His amber eyes widened at the sight in the restroom.
"Victoria?" he growled out.
Victoria was busy grinding her big ass against the poor pilot's nose while she pawed at his hard cock and sniffed her thick bushy pit. Her broad wet nose, exuding the same oils that spilled from Maruk's scent glands, had saturated the sweat in her pits to ensure they produced an odor just as rank. The musk dripping from her dark puffy saucer-sized asshole was a heady scent that eroded any sense of self-control or humanity. The pilot below was changing rapidly as her mega donut squished over his face, smearing it with her liquid scent. Marking him as her bitch. His bitch.
The man convulsed under him, body bulging with muscle and filling out his uniform as he soaked it in sweat. His face was already halfway pressed into a furry muzzle that sank into Victoria's spongey pucker just below the swollen nodes of his scent glands lining his anal wall. His cock fattened and stretched in Vic's grip, belching out globs of precum as it darkened and regrew a slimy foreskin. He growled and thrust, lost in the scent of the gnoll facesitting on him as furry limbs tore from his clothes and thrashed about.
"Vic's ass taste gooOoOOoOod. You like taste. Make good musk slut for Vic. But Vic still need... More! More ass. More musk. More gnoll cock," he growled before his big nose quivered and he recognized Travis’ scent. It had long been diminished as Vic's new distinct gnoll musk arrived and flooded the lower deck. But now it was fresh again. He looked up and saw Travis, his wild cognac eyes turning to prinpricks.
"Trav... TraAaAAaAaAaavv!" his four huge soggy nuts churned as his fat 14 in gnoll cock steamed musk and dribbled out a few large pearls of yellow slimy cum down his veiny black shaft. He promptly rose up from the now bestial pilot, freeing him from his corruptive furry prison before rushing at Trav.
A wet musky pink tongue lolled out of Vic's muzzle, flinging thick drool as transbeast slammed into Trav, eagerly licking and humping at him. "Gnoll musk, Trav! Gnoll cock! Need to breed Trav's ass! Make it stink like Vic! Must taste! More Musk! Praise Haruk'ha!"
Victoria was a beast now, her mind so full of feral gay instincts he could barely string a sentence together. All he could focus on was the lust of breeding a male to satisfy his own rampant desire for musk. And he wanted to spread it. Lots and lots of it. Vic's big balls churned with a constant supply of hormones that went directly to his brain. He quickly pushed Trav up against the wall in the aisle, flipping him around. With a deep dumb cackle, he grabbed Trav's fuzzy buns and spread them to reveal the hyena's fat pucker, already wet with excitement and lust. Vic pressed his bestial nose to the dark donut, swapping oils as her greedily huffed the other hyena's musk. It wasn't long before greedy sniffs became sloppy licks, his long slobbery tongue delving into Trav and massaging his scent glands to force out more fluids. The odor rippled across his brain, filling it with musky hyena fuzz as drank in the scents directly from a Dominus of Haruk'ha. The piety to the corrupted deity, locking into the core of who he was. Trav was one of his lord's chosen, his taste exquisitely decadent. She flushed her lungs with his odors.
"I see you found out where I was getting all that cologne from. It takes a lot of work filling those little vials, but I'm not complaining. The results speak for themselves," said Trav confidently before moaning as Vic's tongue swabbed over his prostate, "I gotta say I didn't think you'd take the large vial. That was a gift from Maruk himself. I only added a drop to each sample. To think that you used the whole thing... No wonder you ended up with a cock and balls after. Can't say I hate the new look though, Vic. Hahahauuguh! Fuck that feels good."
Vic quickly threw Travis to the floor, sitting his huge hairy ass on Trav's muzzle and grabbing at his flailing dick with both paws. Trav couldn't contain himself from the pungent odor of Vic's rump rubbing across his face and his 13 inch cock tensed in the gnoll's sweaty grip. Thick shots of corrupted yeen cum sprayed up in the air, splashing all over Vic, who eagerly opened his drooling muzzle to drink the bestial cock batter. After drinking his fill he lifted off Trav's muzzle and sat his eager hole on the sprawled yeen's wrist thick cock as it was still spurting globs of cum. Surprisingly, Vic's body responded to the pure hyena seed injected into his holes, eyes rolling up as the four testicles that were still where his ovaries used to be shifted upward. His muzzle drooled as it cracked out into completion as the enlarged testes rose to his chest, each of his heavy tits receiving two as they swelled larger to integrate the masculine additions. Vic's dark nipples grew puffy and extended a his mammary glands were tainted with gnollish virility, testicular homones and semen flooding them as the ducts on the ends opened up and began oozing a slimy yellow-white jizzmilk brimming with gnoll corruption. Whatever female human soul he previously possessed was irrevocably twisted into that of a hyenic beast. Messy red hair sticky with cum and sweat to the point it was almost matted into nasty dreadlocks, the gnoll roared in ecstasy at being remade into a force of raw brutish carnality. His four nuts pulled up in his sack, cock bouncing up wetly as the uncut shaft began shooting gallons of infectious gooey spunk down the aisle, flooding the floor with rank gnoll emissions that fumed into the already tainted air.
The passengers were already getting out of their seats fucking each other as they changed into gay hyena sluts and new worshippers of Haruk'ha. The man who sat closest to the bathrooms face fucking the woman who had sat in front of him. Though she could hardly be called that anymore than he could be called human. Her growing muzzle slurped and sucked on his uncut cock as she stroked an 8 inch black cock of her own above a set of churning balls that matched. Both their bodies were covered in fur that began to tear through their clothes. Her chest flattened and hardened into hairy pecs as she gripped the hyena man's thighs, causing his growing tail to wag. Paws ripped through his shoes as they soaked in the flood of seed spreading over the floor from Vic's enormous orgasm. He cackled and screamed as he unloaded into the new male's muzzle, forcing her own cock to shoot out the last of her femininity. Similar scenes were playing out as other bestial passengers forced themselves on the others that were less infected, filling the bottom cabin with more musk as they spread cum and sweat. Some bent over seats breeding swollen puckers. Some licked each other's growing muzzles to trade hot slobber as they frotted. Others still in their seats, humping into their food trays with growing cocks as they pleasured themselves to gay yena porn. A few even grew curious at the scents in the upper deck, trudging up there on growing cum-slicked paws. Cackles, screams, and moans echoed about as the scent of sex, sweat and gnolls filled the airplane. Even the pilots in the cockpit weren't immune. The co-pilot eagerly sucked the cock of the head pilot, who could only growl and drool in approval, gripping his head in a fuzzy-knuckled palm as he changed with every huff of the rank corruptive odors filling the airplane.
The filters could keep the magical scents out, failing to cycle in enough clean air to purge the potent musk. Eventually the warping magiks caused the air system to start producing the musk on its own, marking the plane as another of Haruk'ha's dominion.
Vic watched the mayhem with feral glee, seeing the females become more gay musk hungry males as they turned to beasts had his cock spurting. He took pleasure at seeing them force themselves on their horny husbands. Breeding them and sharing scents until their numbers multiplied. He slowly stroked his cock ready to join in the fun until he noticed something nudging under his nuts. He looked down to see the hyenafied backup pilot pressing his blocky muzzle Vic and Trav's sacks.
The pilot pulled his head free, panting before he noticed the chaotic orgy beginning to happen on the rest of the plane. He licked his chops, ready to dash down the aisle to find someone to fuck when Vic grabbed his furry flanks.
"Not yet..." he grumbled before forcing the hyena pilot's ass onto his huge cock. The beast yelped and tried to break free, but Vic was having none of that, "Take Vic cock first. Then hunt."
While still sitting on Trav's cock, Vic started pounding into the pilot's ass rapidly, using him like some cock sleeve ragdoll. The male barked and chittered as he was filled by the brute, his own cock hard and swinging as it flung precum at the anal insertion. Heavy wet slams of his rear against Vic's thrusts had them shaking as the pilot's amber eyes rolled up. His cock slapped his belly and with that started to shoot ropes of stringy yellow cum as Vic roared and pumped his ass with seed. With one last jab against the beast's prostate, Vic pulled him in close and growled out an order, "Now. Hunt!"
The sex-crazed beast of a pilot barked and desperately pulled off the gnoll's cock before dashing down the aisle, and forcing himself to into a fuck sandwich with another gnoll and woman-turned-man being penetrated.
Vic rose up and looked at the humans turned beasts. His brethren. The massive orgasms seemed to bring back a level of clarity to his mind as he was joined by Trav.
"This is unprecedented. So many changed from musk alone. Even females. Vic, Haruk'ha be praised, you're amazing.
Vic licked his furry cheek, "Thanks. Now we hunt. Bring glory to Haruk'ha!"
Even the tall muscular Trav looked slim and small next to Vic, but that didn't stop them from trotting up the stairs and joining the lust spreading there. Vic forced a still human man into the seats, and ripped open the man's pants before forcing his oily nose between the pale human cheeks. He nuzzled and forcibly took in the man's scent as the infectious oils smeared over the man's anus, causing it to darken and swell. Vic quickly penetrated the man while grabbing another still jacking off in his seat and forcing him to suck gulps of jizzy milk from his fat black nipple. The man being speared with gnoll cock tried to scream, but the sound died out amongst all the cackles and moans until soon he was joining them.
The lustful magiks saturated the aircraft, molding it to suit the needs of the beasts within. The logo and stylizations on the outside changed. The tail of the plane turned dark brown, as the body gained spotted light brown paint with a logo of a hyena paw that said "Haruk'ha Air" underneath. The nose of the plane shifted to black as a painted maw appeared underneath to simulate a hyena's rictus fanged grin.
Epilogue:
By the time the plane landed, Haruk'ha Air was as real as any other airline, showing up on online searches and with dedicated stations at the airport. The power of Haruk'ha's magik ensured that they remained hidden as humans, and even infested the flight management systems to connect other airline's flights with theirs for human travelers. Humanity, and for the few women that were on the flights, also femininity, were extinguished for the passengers, leaving them as gay male yeenbeasts ready to spread their musky gospel to others. But when that plane landed, and the doors opened, a wave of feral masculine musk poured out as Trav and Vic walked out confidently, the glamour of humanity masking the wave of gnolls that left the plane into the airport to spread the infectious anima to all they could. Trav would be taking Vic to see Maruk, to have the brutish gnoll give his offering to their god's avatar and bring him one step closer to walking their world in flesh again.
This was created with the support of my patrons and combining some of their deliciously corruptive ideas into another entry for Haruk'ha's followers. Thanks guys, this was a lot of fun to write.
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Dominus of Haruk'ha: Scent of Obsession
Not all male flight attendants are gay, but this one is, and after a whiff of dat musk, you will be too.
Story
A few days after his corrupted conversion into an infectious anthro hyena and subsequent magical anointment by Maruk as the Domini of Excursion for Haruk'ha's burgeoning religious cult, Trav was in the airport working as per usual with a few added incentives. He had already been masking his hyena stink along with his appearance to continue spreading his corrupted horny blessings to males on his travels. He'd prepared some gifts for his soon to be brethren. Multiple small vials of 'cologne' distilled from the slimy scent glands of his anus, each one amplified by a drop of the ass musk of Maruk himself, the Avatar of their god Haruk'ha. The last few flights he'd been on he'd targeted a few men to charm and offer a sample vial of his new 'cologne', ensuring that every trip Haruk'ha was to gain a few new followers that would spread his horny hyena influence. His mind was at work. Who to mark with the touch of Haruk’ha to start them down the path of gay male hyena lust? There were a few men around the gate that made him salivate with lust. The beefy guy covered in body hair next to his girlfriend? The business man he'd noticed was looking at men's pics on his phone? The tall fit father of 3 that kept close to his wife? His cock throbbed at the possibilities, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by a frequent flight partner of his, Victoria. She was a petite woman with red hair pulled back into a soft bun.
Her cheerful blue eyes regarded him, but paused with a light sniff. He smelled a bit different than usual these last few days and had a certain air about him that she just couldn't put her finger on. He turned to look at her with a knowing grin. A shudder shot down her spine. She could swear that he looked...different, but couldn't really say why. Maybe it was his teeth? Were they sharper? Was he a bit taller? Or perhaps it was the way that his clothes just fit him differently? Why did he seem a little hairier?
"Hello Travis. You're looking good today. Uh I mean you know that's not how I meant it. I meant you look really fit, maybe a little more toned?"
"Oh that's because I've gotten a new diet, exercise routine, and um, self-care stuff."
"Oh really? Well whatever you're doing must be working. What exactly are you up to when you're off work? Is it a secret or something? Can you share with the class, Mr. Magic Body?"
Trav chuckled heartily with a throaty rumble, "My secret is simple, I've been blessed by the Great Haruk'ha, god of virility and the moon." The amusement in his eyes belied the truth as he laughed after. "Sorry. I'm kidding of course. Right now I'm running a protein-only diet a passenger told me about a few days ago."
"Hmm well whatever you're up to I have to admit you are looking good. Ooh sorry to hear it's protein only. I bet you'd rather have sweets, right?" Victoria cooed with a giggle.
"Something like that." Trav smirked.
They chatted for a while and then when it was time for them to head to the gate and get the plane ready. Travis loaded some cologne samples into the pushcart from his carry-on bag. Victoria had noticed he'd been giving passengers the samples the last few flights they'd been on together. It was really curious. Flight attendants weren't supposed to solicit anything to passengers, but he wasn't trying to do a sales pitch or ask for money so it seemed innocuous enough. That said, her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. Was it the same cologne he'd been wearing lately? She'd initially found it mildly repulsive, but the more flights she'd rode next to him the more it seemed to intrigue her senses. She wanted to get a whiff from the bottle to be sure.
After they got their things settled at the back of the plane, they made their way back to the front as the door opened. Passengers filed in one at a time, claiming their seats as the duo gave smiles and the occasional handshake greeting to their occupants. Victoria thought about asking Travis if he had a sample to give her, but was worried it might come across as weird, especially since he wasn't actively giving them to anyone at the moment. Her mind just kept fixating on his cologne as she checked to see if there was someone he was handing a sample to. A male passenger approached with a smile as he boarded, a tall thin man in a polo. She saw Travis extend his hand with a friendly greeting, the man shook his hand and made eye contact with the well-built young man. He stared at Travis for a brief second as his nostril flared at the sudden whiff of Trav's musky aroma. She noticed the man's eyes started to cloud over in a faint yellow before he seemed to blink back to his senses.
He blinked and blushed lightly with a muttered thanks and went to his seat. She stood with a puzzled expression. Did that man just get a cologne sample from Trav? No. He didn't have a sample in his hand. But something happened right? Maybe she was imagining things. She resolved to just keep observing until she got a chance to ask Travis for a sample to try.
After the last of the passengers boarded, Trav made his rounds as Victoria watched his interactions closely. He was always nice, but his words and actions now carried a strange edge of confidence. It was sexy. Travis looked sexier to her than ever before. His scent had changed as well. It was like sweat, musk, and manliness. It was...it was kinda hot. It reminded her of the football players from high school. He would sometimes linger when talking to passengers. Taking a breath as if he was smelling their colognes. But on occasion, some of them seemed to zone out a bit before a smile broke through them. Their eyes seemed to shimmer, then back to normal. They were soon seated for takeoff.
Things continued on as usual, but she saw him make his way back with the food cart and stopped at a passenger in coach that he'd shaken hands with when boarding. She had seen this happen before, but never paid it much attention. She saw him shake the passenger's hand, lean over him with a smile, and breathe deep before adding one of the cologne samples to the man's drink and snack. The man took a deep breath, and his face froze with an aroused blush. After a long pause, the man gave a kind smile and took the food and drink as Travis went to the next row.
This happened a couple times to other male passengers, but she only witnessed it once, and with two or three passengers, as most of the other encounters occurred with passengers that were sleeping or otherwise indisposed. Either way, she could see a change in the men who tried the cologne on the flight after taking a mind-numbing test sniff. The ones that were awake looked relaxed. Like they had just won the lottery and were enjoying a good day. They even looked to have bulges in their pants.
Victoria's pussy clenched at the sight. They looked content. Almost blissful. She couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have that kind of happiness. She hadn't even realized that she was already smelling the musky cologne spreading in the cabin. She huffed with arousal as she noticed a few of the women cover their nose, but the men nearby seemed to perk up as they picked up the masculine scent. Was this the reason the last few flights she'd noticed more men trying to hide their tents as they left the plane after each flight. The mystery deepened and so did her arousal. She was almost tempted to take a sample, but she had to restrain herself. If she were to take a whiff directly, would it drive her mad with lust? Even still, she might have a chance to get a vial from one of the sleeping passengers.
By the end of the flight everyone seemed a little flustered, men and the women from the pert outlines of some of their nipples on their shirts. The last thing to do was collect any trash or empties and pass out the exit surveys for feedback on their experience. While going through the rows, she occasionally would witness Travis breathing deeply before pausing while holding onto a trash bin. He seemed to be contemplating, or picking up a scent before moving on. Victoria would watch in fascination, arousal, and uncertainty. Just what was going on? Whatever the case, after taking a survey from a man she had witnessed Travis interacting with, he seemed more jovial than when she first greeted him, his voice almost panting with a level of eagerness that was a tad off-putting. Just as she passed a passenger still asleep, she noticed a cologne sample sitting on the tray. She bit her lip. This was really risky, but she just had to do it. She discreetly took the sample before gently nudging the man awake. Once he was alerted, she gave him his survey before quickly heading back to the rear of the plane.
When she was alone in the restroom, she sat down on the toilet and immediately uncapped the sample. Her nostrils flared with expectation as she waved it under her nose. Immediately a pungent mix of sweat and musk assaulted her senses, causing her eyes to roll back as she clutched the edges of the plastic seat beneath her, thighs rubbing together as her arousal gushed from her heated hole. The scent was undeniably masculine and musky. It was so strong she nearly gagged just as much as it brought her to the edge of orgasm. She quickly capped the spray vial in an effort to contain herself. She found herself starting to sweat from the arousing heat in her loins, but tucked the sample away before slowly standing up and leaving the plane restroom. She went back over to Travis, just getting ahold of her arousal as the last passenger left the plane.
"Hey Travis... That flight went quicker than I thought it would, didn't it?"
"Yeah it did. But we had some good passengers this flight. No Karens, hallelujah! Haha," said Travis.
"Right!? No one to ruin the good mood that's for sure," replied Victoria, agreeing with Travis, "By the way I noticed you giving some passengers small samples of cologne."
"Oh that. Yeah, just trying to build some connections and get rid of all these samples I got to be an ambassador for this new brand," answered Travis with a smooth grin.
"Really? Hmm, can I get a sample of it myself? I wouldn't mind trying it out myself," Victoria inquired.
"You want to try out a men's cologne?"
"It smells really good! Can you blame me?" Travis' eyebrow raised at that.
"Haha, sorry I'm only supposed to give it to guys I've come across," said Travis.
"Aw really? Well, can I at least get one to give to my boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend?"
"Okay, okay. You got me. Well don't be mad if I give you a quick sniff every now and then. Your scent is intoxicating," giggled Victoria, seemingly relieved of a tension.
"Is it really? You don't find it annoying or too musky or sweaty or anything like that?" Her pussy quivered at his question.
"Not at all! You just smell very masculine. Very masculine in fact. I just want to wrap myself in it!" She recalled that rush to her head when she took a sniff of the sample she stole, "Why is it always the gay guys that catch my attention."
"Well I won't complain if you don't. Just don't think I plan to switch teams this century," teased Travis.
"Never, but a girl can still wish."
"Great. I'll see you on the next flight. I need to take my break. See you later Vic."
"See ya Travis. Later," replied Victoria.
Victoria quickly went to the employee bathroom in the airline's lounge. She had to get another go at that cologne. She needed more of that musky scent in her life. She hurriedly locked the bathroom door behind her. In the relative privacy of the bathroom, she quickly uncapped the cologne sample. She had to do it while the scent still lingered. She could see the beads of condensation still dotting the vial. She licked her lips, mouth watering in anticipation as the pungent musk from earlier assaulted her sinuses, forcing a long, wet sniff as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The effect was immediate, a long drawn out moan slipped past her lips as the potent musk burned away her inhibitions and rotted her mind with hyena lust. She took two more eager sniffs, the infectious aromatics gaining purchase on her DNA, starting most aggressively in her olfactory senses as the whites of her eyes yellowed and grew veiny. She took a final greedy inhale as the scent worked its magic through her system, a growing wet stain spread across the front of her skirt as she orgasmed from the pheromone-rich musk.
"Wow," she giggled, "I can't believe I've been missing out on this scent all this time. Travis is so hot too. I can't help but want to taste him. To smell him." She imagined his muscular bubble butt as he walked down the aisles. What would it smell like? Hot, wet, and rank. Her mouth watered, legs shivering at the thought. Her nostrils flared as she pictured herself huffing his ass like some depraved lunatic. Her eye twitched as it made her pussy ooze and quiver. She squatted over the toilet, the musky scent tickling her nose, building her up to another orgasm as she eagerly rubbed her cunt under her skirt. Her jerky movements and pronounced sniffing caused her to spill the last bit over her nose and fingers. The musk smeared over her nose had her shaking in orgasm as she rubbed her oily fingers over her clit with one hand while the other pressed into her lips and kneaded her asshole. She slumped on the toilet with a huff, still shaking with lust as she put herself back together. She flushed and left the room, the scent of musk still wafting under her nose, filling her with a frequent urge to sniff her fingers, but she knew she had to control herself. She didn't want any suspicion and she still had her job to do.
She made her way down to the main lounge, but just before she entered, she heard a slurping sound and a growl from around the corner in a small private area for staff. She followed the sounds and was greeted with a sight she would never forget. There, in the shadows was a figure in airline attire hunched against the wall, pants down, hairy ass thrusting back and forth, a dark wet pucker with the diameter of a soda can steaming musk between the fuzzy cheeks as two fist-sized nuts swung in a jet black sack that dripped sweat. It dripped down between his muscled hairy legs onto his purple underwear soaked with sweat and musk, lying crumpled at his ankles. She could see a pair of dew drop shaped furry ears at the top of his head and for a second she thought she saw a furry tail wagging behind him. His hairy legs bulged with muscle as his exposed puckered hole and musky balls aired out. His shirt was stained in musk and cum as well, the powerful odor emanating from his pores radiating out from him as he leaned against the wall. His face was hidden by the shadows but her inspection was interrupted by the sounds of wet gurgles and slurping. There between his legs sat a man on his knees with his face buried in odorous crotch, eagerly slurping away as his mouth was used as a cock sleeve. It-It was the passenger from the flight earlier. The formerly clean shaven man's face was covered in stubble as dark lips and a slobbery tongue washed the cock in his gullet. A gooey mixture of drool and precum fell from his chin and dribbled down his hairy neck into his shirt. A shirt that was rising over a heaving more pronounced chest. His own cock was pinned under his exposed tighty whities, but she could clearly see the bulbous head twitching and spurting precum into the fabric. A hairy ass peeked over his underwear to reveal a growing tail that wagged. Victoria covered her mouth as she watched her bestial coworker continue face fucking the submissive male. He thrust as a hairy hand with claws held the man's head, keeping it there as the man tried to cough and gasp for air around his fat musky cock, muffled gargles escaping his full maw as he thrashed. The stubble covered man's eyes rolled up with orgasm as he soaked his underwear and began to stroke his trapped shaft. The precum drenched garment stretched and tore open as his cock and nutsack popped free, causing him to jerk and groan into the cock feeding him. His shaft was like none she'd seen before, jet black, uncut, and almost 10 inches as it pulsed out slimy cum. The first wave of white goo quickly followed by another that shifted to yellow spunk that steamed on the floor. The big hairy man above him thrusted faster, causing the man to gag on the thick length as a uniformed beast of a man grunted in satisfaction.
Her eyes zeroed back in on his fat pucker between those furry buns. She could smell it, deliciously rank and masculine, just like the cologne. Her eyes flickered yellow and dilated as her mouth began to water again. She wanted to rush him and force her face between his cheeks, get that musk all over her face while he forced his cock into the male. She was drawn out of her trance by the muttering growls of the airline worker.
"Yeah that's a good pup. I knew you'd make a good slut for the Great Haruk'ha's ranks the moment I saw you on the plane. Praise Haruk'ha for this blessing as you join our cackle for the rest of your days. GRAAAH!" said the beast as his nuts pulled up and urethra bulged with semen before surging corrupted yena spunk into the man's mouth.
Was that Travis? She watched the man beneath him thrash and shake as his hairy sweat-soaked body bulked up in his clothes, paws tearing through his shoes as furry thighs tore through the seams of his pants. His face cracked and mutated into the slobbery cum soaked muzzle of a beast as the yellowed whites of his eyes turned black, hands turned dark furry paws still stroking his cock as he pulled off the cock in his newly grown muzzle. He looked up to Trav with wild amber eyes, tongue hanging and dripping strings of cum and saliva as he uttered in a rough voice, "Praise Haruk'ha!"
The name seared into her mind. Haruk'ha... Her knees buckled as her clit burned with arousal, slimy fem cum sliding down her inner thigh as she stifled a moan. She quickly retreated and left the employee only area.
She left the employee area as the two werehyenas finished the induction of the latest new member of Haruk'ha's growing flock of believers. Victoria told herself she needed to get something to eat to take her mind off of what she saw. She wasn't sure if she should be scared or turned on, but right now it was both and the only thing her mind would entertain as a distraction was food by the sound of her grumbling stomach.
She quickly made her way to one of the food vendors in the airport. Every man she passed, she couldn't help but get a look at their ass, imagining what they smelled like. Hoping it smelled like that cologne. Hoping under those clothes lay another thick juicy gnoll pucker for her to sniff. Gnoll? Where did that word come from? She barely could consider where she had learned that as her stomach grumbled in demand of being satisfied. She walked up to a sandwich shop and ordered. The cashier asked her what she wanted on it. She licked her lips at the bevy of options.
"Ma'am? Uh... What would you like?"
"Meat," said Victoria, not even bothering to look up at the cashier.
"Yeah, but anything else?"
"Lots of meat."
"No veggies?"
"I said meat."
The cashier nodded awkwardly, and put two servings of meat between the pieces of bread.
"More."
"That's going to be extra."
"More!"
"Uh- yeah sure," he said, piling on more meat.
"Moar!" said Victoria, lips wet with drool as her eyes flashed yellow. The man put as much meat as he could fit between the buns.
"That'll be 38 dollars..."
Victoria shoved a debit card into the reader with hairy knuckles with a grumble. She took the sandwich from the cashier, eyes her meal as she grunted, "Good."
She sat at the nearest spot she could find and immediately tore into the sandwich, with no regard for manners. She had to get something in her belly before the next flight. Something to distract her from her thoughts. As she ate she couldn't stop herself from picturing the scene she witnessed, Travis fucking the man in the lounge area, growling, grunting, slapping his huge heavy balls against his stubble-covered chin, that fat ring of furry musky flesh quivering with pleasure from the cock that swabbed the man's wet throat. She shuddered and chewed with a moan. The man's face warped as Travis' cum flooded his guts. The slutty, mindless beast of a man who swallowed it all, and craved more. Her pussy was already begging for more attention, especially her clit. She swallowed as she moved in for another bite. She then got a whiff of a familiar scent.
"Hey Victoria, grabbing a bite before our next flight? I think I need to do the same."
It was Travis. Her salivary glands went into overdrive as she stopped midbite. Thick drool mixed with half-chewed meat and bread dripped down her chin as she turned to address him.
"mmph!- Trav! *chew* I didn't mm notice you there. Yeah I was really hungry. I'm uh going to finish this up and head back to the gate for our next flight since it's a long one."
Travis looked at her as his own nostril twitched. She smelled like sex and hyena musk. His hyena musk. The thought of breeding a female drained his cock. He didn't smell any other hyenas on her, but she had been spending the last few days in close proximity to him. Usually after just a single flight, even women, who are usually disgusted by the bestially corrupted masculine gay musk of Haruk'ha's followers, would find themselves temporarily inflamed with arousal. I guess after so much exposure she'd be in an extended state of lust and smelling like a male hyena. He dropped the thought for the moment and continued on.
"I understand, I don't think I've seen a woman eat like that, but I'm not judging. I'm about to do the same," he said as he headed to the food vendor next over.
Victoria grunted a response and continued eating as she watched his bubble butt sway past her. She instinctively leaned forward to sniff at it as her tongue casually dropped down to lick up the food and drool that had careened down her chin. That ass... That juicy donut. Her eyes shifted to amber once again. Dat musk! She wanted it. She needed more of that cologne until she could get a chance to sniff Travis' hairy butt directly. Fill her lungs with that musk. She wanted that manly stink with her at all times. Even better if her own ass could smell like that. Her mind went to two bestial creatures like the one she saw in the employee lounge. Gnolls. Sniffing each other's butts, getting drunk and horny off each other's stink as their fat cocks swung and flung delicious precum. Fat oily puckers squeezing down on wet noses until they could take no more and fucked and made more of that intoxicating musk.
She suddenly gathered herself, eyes turning back to a more human blue. She quickly finished the food as fast as she could before gathering her trash and tossing it. She quickly rushed back to the gate trying to ignore the niggling thoughts and persistent arousal. She greeted the gate staff as she prepared to board with the other flight staff. Travis arrived not long after, but Victoria tried her best to avoid him until it was time to board. This was a 12 hour adult's only flight on a double decked plane generally reserved for romantic vacations and resort party destinations. She needed to keep her space from him for as long as she could or she wasn't sure what she'd do. Victoria absentmindedly sniffed her fingers and licked her lips. She knew exactly what she'd do. It wasn't long before they boarded and prepped their stations. Though seated next to Travis like always, she kept conversation to a minimum, and waited for a chance to go down to the lower deck.
Once they leveled off, Travis offered to make the first pass through, which she graciously accepted. She had noticed he'd taken some cologne samples from his carry to put in the cart. She felt her nose itching as her pussy and clit raged in desperation as she pondered if she could get one more whiff of that musky cologne in private. Her eyes glanced down to Travis' carryon bag. She felt her arousal rising as she fantasized about pressing her face into that manly musky butt or even his stinky armpit, but the ache in her crotch demanded attention as her rational mind began to flee. She bit her lip as she thought of going to the bathrooms in economy, but then looked at Travis' carry on again.
If she could just sneak a few whiffs. The worst that could happen is Travis could catch her and that could be awkward. She hesitated for a moment, but the tingling sensation in her loins prompted her to move. She made a stealthy snatch and grab. She opened it to see a small pile of the usual light orange colored samples, but among them was a larger one with reddish amber liquid inside capped with a dropper instead of a spray cap. In a rush she grabbed a couple of the regular ones along with the larger darker colored one. She quickly excused herself from her duties to go down to the economy floor while Travis was still on his stroll down the aisle. She went down to the lower flight staff area and quickly locked herself into one of the restrooms.
Victoria quickly uncapped one of the smaller bottles and took a long sniff, her body tingling and eyes rolling back as she let out a soft moan. She quickly took the other small bottle and sprayed herself with the yena musk, even undoing a few buttons on her shirt to spray her pits and chest before pulling up her skirt to do the same to her crotch and ass. Panting and writhing as she huffed the odors covering her, she quickly emptied the one she was spraying. Her nails darkened and curved into points as she rubbed her aching needy clit, biting a dark lip as she pressed the small bottle to her nose and taking a deep sniff. She shook in orgasm, splashing some more onto her nose and tongue. It was bitter, rank, and all-consuming. Her eyes turned a wild yellow, her nose soaked in the liquid yeen musk, and the texture roughed into the dark wet rhinarium of a hyena. Her scent palette expanded. The dank stench corrupted the neurons that went to her brain to bring pleasure, understanding, and addiction. She drooled, clit throbbing as it bulged and swelled under her fingers. The lips of her cunt grew darker as they oozed juices and testosterone-laden pheromones. With a panting growl she reached for the larger vial housing the darker liquid. She slid her lengthening tongue over sharpening teeth as she pulled her mutating hand from her swelling clit. Fingers dripping with musky slime unscrewed the dropper and took a hard whiff.
Her heart raced as a pulse went through her. Body sheened with sweat as her open pores soaked her uniform, she could only growl as the striking odor drilled deep into her psyche. One name came to her. Haruk'ha. She drooled down a fuzzy chin as her reconfiguring brain processed the odor. It was the essence of her god. Provided directly from his Altar under the tail of his avatar Maruk. Yes... Pure, rank, and exponentially corruptive gay gnoll butt musk. She eagerly snorted in the scent from the dropper, slobbery tongue even licking it a few times. She felt discomfort below her belly, but the mind-rotting stench and the itch spreading over her skin consumed her. She snarled as fur dusted her cheeks, squirming as her clothes began to feel tighter as tufts of hair poked through her panty hose. In a growing sexual craze she lifted the dropper and squeezed a few drops of the liquid corruption directly into her wet nostril. Her feral eyes dilated as the scent exploded across her mind. Her wet sniffer swelling as her jaw broadened and cracked forward to give her an underbite. Claws pierced her high heels as furry toes burst forth on her left shoe, curling in the open air as rough pads underneath each of her clawed beans. Her body swelled with muscle and fat, bust growing larger as her sweaty figure filled out her uniform. Her growing ass strained against the fabric of her skirt, the top of her ass cheeks peeking out to reveal it was as hairy as Trav's with a wiggling nub. She felt a tightness between her thighs and curiously looked down to see a growing tent in her skirt. Her furry ears grew into large dew drops as she tilted her head and rubbed the tent. Sparks of pleasure shot through her body straight to her skull, the weight of the masculine ecstasy filling her head causing her furry eyebrows to bulge and jut forward to create a dark cast over her glowing eyes, shading them with bestial lust. She cackled as she clumsily began rubbing the tent to bring more of the foreign pleasure she was feeling as she continued huffing the corrupted vial. Her shoulder tore through her sleeve to reveal a muscled joint covered in spotted reddish brown fur that was soon followed by her furry ass tearing a few stitches in her skirt. Thighs covered in the same fur as her muscles bulged to the size of logs, Her other foot shredding her last shoe to free her growing paw.
She was too caught up in her indulgence and addiction to realize or care at the changes her body was going through, it felt good to not think too hard. Better to just sniff and stroke. Just find males. Just sniff and lick furry ass. Spread gnoll musk. Find males. If human, make them smell more like Trav. Like gnolls. Like Haruk'ha... Yeah... Force them to sniff her ass. To swap musk with them. To fuck them with her...
She curiously pulled up her skirt that was now soaked in the front to reveal a 5inch shaft where her clit used to be.
Cock. She could only smile with her musk-twisted mind. Thick syrupy drool fell down her chin to her newly grown cock. It was dark red and bouncing with every whiff she got of the corrupted cologne. Her bestial nose was so wet the fur around it was perpetually soaked. She watched for a moment as her cock darkened, the tip beginning to spurt clear fluids as it thickened and stretched further in length. Every inch sending brutishly gay yeen echoes through her brain as she stroked it with her furry padded fingers to the images of male gnolls fucking and taking musky butts with their fat obsidian cocks. She drooled over the throbbing member as pillars of purpose rose up in the muck of her mind. Males... Ass. Musk. Cock. Gnolls. Savagery. To get Trav's musk. To force him to breed her ass or breed his. To forcibly spread the glory and musk of her god to more... What better way to do that than to put his pungent ass musk all over her cock and ass like a good gay beast. She shivered and chuckled dumbly as she held the bottle over her now 10 inch cock. An oily stream drizzled down over her shaft from the bottle and the effects were immediate. She grunted as her face cracked forward into the start of a muzzle, slimy drool and foam hanging from her dark lip and yellowing fangs. Her cock's urethra opened up, almost gulping the corruptive fluids as a fat dark foreskin rolled up over the bulbous head to trap more of the anal oils on her cock. She growled and thrust up as her fat yena cock continued to grow, pushing past twelve inches as the lips of her darkened cunt quivered. The pain in her lower abdomen returned, causing amber eyes to bulge as it mixed with the wild pleasure in her crotch. Her ovaries warped and bulged as she felt the gay male corruption reach the core of her sex. She gasped and growled as she felt them mutate into large testes. Her long flat tongue hung from the side of her maw as she shuddered as she grew in size, muscles pumping as bursts of testosterone filled her veins. More of her uniform tore under her beefy musculature as her spine popped and extended. She was already pushing 6'5, but still grew as her tail pushed out and flailed around over her ripped skirt. She was a gay beast. The testes divided inside her and then swelled larger. She drooled at the sensation despite the discomfort. She was becoming more male. More... They divided and swelled once again. More than male... More masculine. More testosterone. More Musk. More cum... Her amber eyes darkened to a rustic cognac as her brutish body pushed to 6'7", her uniform barely more than sweat soaked rags. With a massive paw she continued stroking her cock as she felt four of the testicles shift lower into her pelvis. She drooled and panted eagerly, paw coated in hot precum as slid her padded fingers over her shaft. Her eyes rolled up as a fat fist-sized pair of nuts popped out of her darkened cunt already steaming with pure male sex. Her cock shot a gooey rope of precum over her half-grown muzzle, which she immediately licked up. With a deep grunt, her Adam's apple bulged and dropped her voice lower. Her musk filled the bathroom as her furry pits dripped sweat. It was rank, bestial, and male. Just what she wanted.
"Moar!" she growled and shuddered as a second pair of heavy nuts dropped from the last of her cunt behind the first. The masculine hormones flowing through her body went into overdrive as she shot another rope of preseed. She needed more musk. Her cock and balls stunk of Haruk'ha's essence and she needed more of it. She rolled back and lifted her foot paws into the air until they grazed the ceiling, cock bumping her snoot and sending more of that stink up her sinuses. She had to bring praise to Haruk'ha to force His and her stink on everyone everywhere until they all submitted.
Her other paw had somehow not shattered the vial and she poured the rest over her surprisingly still human pucker. It twitched and gaped as it soaked in the avatar's ass oils, infusing with them as it darkened and began to rapidly swell. The yellowed whites of her eyes shifted to an inhuman black as Haruk'ha's corruption consumed her. With her vagina gone just as her lord intended, her ass became her new receptacle for cock and producer of musk. Overactive scent glands formed inside her anus and began oozing pungent hormonal hyena ass musk while a lemon-sized prostate formed deeper in her anal cavity. She casually licked up the last few drops of the 'cologne' and prepared to blow her load all over the bathroom when she heard a knock at the door.
Victoria grunted a reply, "Taken."
Her furry brow furrowed in frustration as her pungent masculine scent of arousal and musk leaked out under the door. She looked at her cock as it rested on her growing snoot, hot, hard, and ready to breed. She sniffed her musky paw before sliding it back down over her cock. She took a last whiff of the bottle before casually tossing it to the floor.
"You've been in there awhile. There’s a... smell coming from the door. It's pretty... p-potent. Is everything okay?" said a male voice from the other side.
Victoria's bestial eye shifted over to the door. A male. A fresh yeen ass to sniff. She rolled her massive form to her foot paws and hunched to better fit in the restroom. She opened the door forcefully and regarded the human before her with a sniff. Before he could even scream, she grabbed him in her heavy paw and forced him inside, not even bothering to close the door. She pushed his face into her sweaty furred pit as she growled, "You smell wrong, but Vic make you smell better. Smell good like gnoll. Her body was engorged with the raw masculinity of her newfound state, but her mind had deteriorated into a gay horny brute's. She’d become a muscular, feral, and dominant gnoll with the only hint of her feminine origins being the furry tits hanging from her chest. She was male, but for some reason her warped mind clung to the notion that she was still a 'she'. It didn't matter, she had been accepted by Haruk'ha, remade in his gay image, a horny beast in search of prey, a predator in pursuit of ass. Her ruddy eyes shone with the glow of Haruk'ha's corruption. This male was too human and hairless. He needed to be more gnoll so she could huff his unique bestial scent. She pulled the pilot from her pit, looking at his stubbled face soaked in her sweat, eyes half-lidded. She forced him down to the floor on his back and promptly lowered her furry rump on his face, her two heavy nutsacks resting on his chest as she began pawing at his pants while smearing his face with her rank butt musk as her potent gnoll stench flowed out into the cabin.
***
Travis had finished his rounds on the upper deck with first class when he noticed Victoria was nowhere to be found. But he could smell something. He'd only handed out samples upstairs so far, and even with some of the men already using them he could smell an even stronger scent radiating from the lower deck. His cock throbbed and his pucker quivered. Another hyena. A gnoll. With an odor even more pungent than his own. He eagerly strolled down stairs to the lower deck, dick bobbing with every step, only to be hit with an intense blast of male musk. His eyes dilated and he sniffed the air to follow the source, walking down the aisles past confused but increasingly horny passengers. The men were fidgeting, getting more restless and open with their arousal from the scent of bestial lust filling their nostrils and saturating their lungs. The odor was as corruptive as it was arousal inducing. The screens on the back of each headrest gradually shifted from their romcoms and action movies to gay porn from sheer level of corruption flowing from the flight staff quarters in the back. Hairy men fucked, sucked, and huffed fuzzy asses and pits as the acts became more depraved. Men being forced down by beefy hirsute studs and driven to offer up their asses for a thorough inspection, forced to suck fat meaty shafts, to sniff thick furry pits that dripped sweat. The men on the screens became more bestial as the contaminating sounds of their sex reverberated through the brains of those watching. By the time Trav reached the end of the aisle before the employee lavatory, he saw a man drooling and growling as he openly stroked his cock. Ears pointed and covered in fur as the earbuds pumped the melody of gay bestial breeding into his ears. His cock was like slimy steel in his hairy grip as his teeth sharpened and drool hung from his growing fangs. Trav looked at the screen and watched a buff gnoll pull the leash on a collared man half changed into a yeen with a wagging tail as his furry bubble butt was plowed. The man watching was cackling to himself and growling as he pinched a nipple with the claws growing on the hand not gripping his cock. He watched the man's ears slowly enlarge into fuzzy dewdrops. His new hyena ears couldn't keep a grip on the earbuds and they fell deeper into his ear canal before landing on his eardrums, blasting the sound of sex directly into his brain. He shook and foamed at the mouth as his now uncut cock jerked and shot ropes of yellowed cum against the seat in front of him, soaking the headrest and the hair of the woman sitting there who was watching something similar as his mouth started to crack forward into a drooling muzzle. Trav was impressed. This musk was so potent. A new yeen. Male. Very male. And oppressively corrupt. A powerful force to spread their god's corruption. It had to be another alpha, but why was he here? It didn't matter. Between the two of them all the males on this flight would have a new god. The Great Haruk'ha was making it so.
He breathed deeply the heavy scent of musk wafting from the open restroom. As he stepped closer the sheer invasiveness of the musk was forcing his glamour of humanity to fade and reveal his true bestial form. 6'3", muscular, covered in sweaty spotted brown fur. Naked save for an ill-fitting vest covered in stains of cum and liquid hyena rank. The illusion of his pants gone left his obsidian cock bouncing freely like a turgid salami. His amber eyes widened at the sight in the restroom.
"Victoria?" he growled out.
Victoria was busy grinding her big ass against the poor pilot's nose while she pawed at his hard cock and sniffed her thick bushy pit. Her broad wet nose, exuding the same oils that spilled from Maruk's scent glands, had saturated the sweat in her pits to ensure they produced an odor just as rank. The musk dripping from her dark puffy saucer-sized asshole was a heady scent that eroded any sense of self-control or humanity. The pilot below was changing rapidly as her mega donut squished over his face, smearing it with her liquid scent. Marking him as her bitch. His bitch.
The man convulsed under him, body bulging with muscle and filling out his uniform as he soaked it in sweat. His face was already halfway pressed into a furry muzzle that sank into Victoria's spongey pucker just below the swollen nodes of his scent glands lining his anal wall. His cock fattened and stretched in Vic's grip, belching out globs of precum as it darkened and regrew a slimy foreskin. He growled and thrust, lost in the scent of the gnoll facesitting on him as furry limbs tore from his clothes and thrashed about.
"Vic's ass taste gooOoOOoOod. You like taste. Make good musk slut for Vic. But Vic still need... More! More ass. More musk. More gnoll cock," he growled before his big nose quivered and he recognized Travis’ scent. It had long been diminished as Vic's new distinct gnoll musk arrived and flooded the lower deck. But now it was fresh again. He looked up and saw Travis, his wild cognac eyes turning to prinpricks.
"Trav... TraAaAAaAaAaavv!" his four huge soggy nuts churned as his fat 14 in gnoll cock steamed musk and dribbled out a few large pearls of yellow slimy cum down his veiny black shaft. He promptly rose up from the now bestial pilot, freeing him from his corruptive furry prison before rushing at Trav.
A wet musky pink tongue lolled out of Vic's muzzle, flinging thick drool as transbeast slammed into Trav, eagerly licking and humping at him. "Gnoll musk, Trav! Gnoll cock! Need to breed Trav's ass! Make it stink like Vic! Must taste! More Musk! Praise Haruk'ha!"
Victoria was a beast now, her mind so full of feral gay instincts he could barely string a sentence together. All he could focus on was the lust of breeding a male to satisfy his own rampant desire for musk. And he wanted to spread it. Lots and lots of it. Vic's big balls churned with a constant supply of hormones that went directly to his brain. He quickly pushed Trav up against the wall in the aisle, flipping him around. With a deep dumb cackle, he grabbed Trav's fuzzy buns and spread them to reveal the hyena's fat pucker, already wet with excitement and lust. Vic pressed his bestial nose to the dark donut, swapping oils as her greedily huffed the other hyena's musk. It wasn't long before greedy sniffs became sloppy licks, his long slobbery tongue delving into Trav and massaging his scent glands to force out more fluids. The odor rippled across his brain, filling it with musky hyena fuzz as drank in the scents directly from a Dominus of Haruk'ha. The piety to the corrupted deity, locking into the core of who he was. Trav was one of his lord's chosen, his taste exquisitely decadent. She flushed her lungs with his odors.
"I see you found out where I was getting all that cologne from. It takes a lot of work filling those little vials, but I'm not complaining. The results speak for themselves," said Trav confidently before moaning as Vic's tongue swabbed over his prostate, "I gotta say I didn't think you'd take the large vial. That was a gift from Maruk himself. I only added a drop to each sample. To think that you used the whole thing... No wonder you ended up with a cock and balls after. Can't say I hate the new look though, Vic. Hahahauuguh! Fuck that feels good."
Vic quickly threw Travis to the floor, sitting his huge hairy ass on Trav's muzzle and grabbing at his flailing dick with both paws. Trav couldn't contain himself from the pungent odor of Vic's rump rubbing across his face and his 13 inch cock tensed in the gnoll's sweaty grip. Thick shots of corrupted yeen cum sprayed up in the air, splashing all over Vic, who eagerly opened his drooling muzzle to drink the bestial cock batter. After drinking his fill he lifted off Trav's muzzle and sat his eager hole on the sprawled yeen's wrist thick cock as it was still spurting globs of cum. Surprisingly, Vic's body responded to the pure hyena seed injected into his holes, eyes rolling up as the four testicles that were still where his ovaries used to be shifted upward. His muzzle drooled as it cracked out into completion as the enlarged testes rose to his chest, each of his heavy tits receiving two as they swelled larger to integrate the masculine additions. Vic's dark nipples grew puffy and extended a his mammary glands were tainted with gnollish virility, testicular homones and semen flooding them as the ducts on the ends opened up and began oozing a slimy yellow-white jizzmilk brimming with gnoll corruption. Whatever female human soul he previously possessed was irrevocably twisted into that of a hyenic beast. Messy red hair sticky with cum and sweat to the point it was almost matted into nasty dreadlocks, the gnoll roared in ecstasy at being remade into a force of raw brutish carnality. His four nuts pulled up in his sack, cock bouncing up wetly as the uncut shaft began shooting gallons of infectious gooey spunk down the aisle, flooding the floor with rank gnoll emissions that fumed into the already tainted air.
The passengers were already getting out of their seats fucking each other as they changed into gay hyena sluts and new worshippers of Haruk'ha. The man who sat closest to the bathrooms face fucking the woman who had sat in front of him. Though she could hardly be called that anymore than he could be called human. Her growing muzzle slurped and sucked on his uncut cock as she stroked an 8 inch black cock of her own above a set of churning balls that matched. Both their bodies were covered in fur that began to tear through their clothes. Her chest flattened and hardened into hairy pecs as she gripped the hyena man's thighs, causing his growing tail to wag. Paws ripped through his shoes as they soaked in the flood of seed spreading over the floor from Vic's enormous orgasm. He cackled and screamed as he unloaded into the new male's muzzle, forcing her own cock to shoot out the last of her femininity. Similar scenes were playing out as other bestial passengers forced themselves on the others that were less infected, filling the bottom cabin with more musk as they spread cum and sweat. Some bent over seats breeding swollen puckers. Some licked each other's growing muzzles to trade hot slobber as they frotted. Others still in their seats, humping into their food trays with growing cocks as they pleasured themselves to gay yena porn. A few even grew curious at the scents in the upper deck, trudging up there on growing cum-slicked paws. Cackles, screams, and moans echoed about as the scent of sex, sweat and gnolls filled the airplane. Even the pilots in the cockpit weren't immune. The co-pilot eagerly sucked the cock of the head pilot, who could only growl and drool in approval, gripping his head in a fuzzy-knuckled palm as he changed with every huff of the rank corruptive odors filling the airplane.
The filters could keep the magical scents out, failing to cycle in enough clean air to purge the potent musk. Eventually the warping magiks caused the air system to start producing the musk on its own, marking the plane as another of Haruk'ha's dominion.
Vic watched the mayhem with feral glee, seeing the females become more gay musk hungry males as they turned to beasts had his cock spurting. He took pleasure at seeing them force themselves on their horny husbands. Breeding them and sharing scents until their numbers multiplied. He slowly stroked his cock ready to join in the fun until he noticed something nudging under his nuts. He looked down to see the hyenafied backup pilot pressing his blocky muzzle Vic and Trav's sacks.
The pilot pulled his head free, panting before he noticed the chaotic orgy beginning to happen on the rest of the plane. He licked his chops, ready to dash down the aisle to find someone to fuck when Vic grabbed his furry flanks.
"Not yet..." he grumbled before forcing the hyena pilot's ass onto his huge cock. The beast yelped and tried to break free, but Vic was having none of that, "Take Vic cock first. Then hunt."
While still sitting on Trav's cock, Vic started pounding into the pilot's ass rapidly, using him like some cock sleeve ragdoll. The male barked and chittered as he was filled by the brute, his own cock hard and swinging as it flung precum at the anal insertion. Heavy wet slams of his rear against Vic's thrusts had them shaking as the pilot's amber eyes rolled up. His cock slapped his belly and with that started to shoot ropes of stringy yellow cum as Vic roared and pumped his ass with seed. With one last jab against the beast's prostate, Vic pulled him in close and growled out an order, "Now. Hunt!"
The sex-crazed beast of a pilot barked and desperately pulled off the gnoll's cock before dashing down the aisle, and forcing himself to into a fuck sandwich with another gnoll and woman-turned-man being penetrated.
Vic rose up and looked at the humans turned beasts. His brethren. The massive orgasms seemed to bring back a level of clarity to his mind as he was joined by Trav.
"This is unprecedented. So many changed from musk alone. Even females. Vic, Haruk'ha be praised, you're amazing.
Vic licked his furry cheek, "Thanks. Now we hunt. Bring glory to Haruk'ha!"
Even the tall muscular Trav looked slim and small next to Vic, but that didn't stop them from trotting up the stairs and joining the lust spreading there. Vic forced a still human man into the seats, and ripped open the man's pants before forcing his oily nose between the pale human cheeks. He nuzzled and forcibly took in the man's scent as the infectious oils smeared over the man's anus, causing it to darken and swell. Vic quickly penetrated the man while grabbing another still jacking off in his seat and forcing him to suck gulps of jizzy milk from his fat black nipple. The man being speared with gnoll cock tried to scream, but the sound died out amongst all the cackles and moans until soon he was joining them.
The lustful magiks saturated the aircraft, molding it to suit the needs of the beasts within. The logo and stylizations on the outside changed. The tail of the plane turned dark brown, as the body gained spotted light brown paint with a logo of a hyena paw that said "Haruk'ha Air" underneath. The nose of the plane shifted to black as a painted maw appeared underneath to simulate a hyena's rictus fanged grin.
Epilogue:
By the time the plane landed, Haruk'ha Air was as real as any other airline, showing up on online searches and with dedicated stations at the airport. The power of Haruk'ha's magik ensured that they remained hidden as humans, and even infested the flight management systems to connect other airline's flights with theirs for human travelers. Humanity, and for the few women that were on the flights, also femininity, were extinguished for the passengers, leaving them as gay male yeenbeasts ready to spread their musky gospel to others. But when that plane landed, and the doors opened, a wave of feral masculine musk poured out as Trav and Vic walked out confidently, the glamour of humanity masking the wave of gnolls that left the plane into the airport to spread the infectious anima to all they could. Trav would be taking Vic to see Maruk, to have the brutish gnoll give his offering to their god's avatar and bring him one step closer to walking their world in flesh again.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Hyena
Size 100 x 100px
File Size 181.3 kB
This story pretty much rocketed to the upper echelon of my favorite stories easily. It hits all the right buttons, and some buttons I didn't even know I had. The way you wrote out the mental corruption was a ton of fun, and it's made even better by the circumstance of the story where the main character wasn't even the target for the corruption, but was more like collateral damage. I have no idea why, but that makes the slide into depravity even more delicious. Thank you!
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