Hypnovember 2023
Prompt: 5.Sharp
For Flarfenarfle
By Limewah
18+

Anastasia was well used to feeling eyes on her. Being an amateur detective meant people would always take notice of you in some matter.
Being an attractive young snowy owl factored into that, as well. She was well used to rebuffing would-be suitors and catcallers, particularly with a few choice magical words and a wave of her hand. Covering their nice clothes with filth, or giving them a foul aroma, or even giving them an unfortunately placed bit of frostbite with a mote of magical ice. It usually didn’t take too long for her to get a reputation anywhere she went, and once that was in place, she was left well enough alone.
She wasn’t quite at that point in Versenath just yet. She’d only just arrived. Another case of missing persons, another divination ritual had brought her here, where the trail was still fresh. Young, comely people of all sorts were abducted for weeks at a time before turning up dishevelled and suffused with a rank stench, along with an abiding sense of heartache for their kidnapper. One such victim was the son of a quite rich duke whose manse was just a little outside the city. He had yet to turn up, and his family  were desperate enough to offer Anastasia a very handsome sum to find him before this ‘beastly individual ruined our dear little boy’ - the Duke’s words.
She would have turned up her beak and said no, but… the gold from this job would keep her comfortably fed and bed for the better part of a year at least.
Her divination had brought her to a rather seedy bit of town, where the cobblestones were cracked and the streets reeked, every building and sign in some state of decay. Anyone who ended up here was probably looking for a good time, or a cheap lay; the perfect sort of mark for a kidnapper.
She stood out with her snow white plumage, and, of course, that was the source of all of the leering looks she got - open glares on the street, surreptitious glances from slightly-cracked shutters, and some whistles here and there.
She saw the green dragonborn from a good ways away, and when their eyes met, she knew instantly that he would be trouble. He had a long black coat, tight pants, and no shirt, just to show off his scaly body. It was nothing to write home about either, not paunchy but not muscular either. His grin was a bit too wide for his face, and his horns were short and squat. 
And, judging by the scent hitting her nose as she got nearer, he wasn’t doing much to counteract his poison-dragon heritage. It was like anise mixed with garbage, a biting aroma that might have knocked someone with a lesser constitution for a loop. Not Anastasia, though.
She walked faster as she got nearer, hoping that he wouldn’t attempt to intercept her… but of course, he did, stepping away from the shadowy alley and stepping right in her way.
“Hello hello helloooo,” he said, his voice a greasy snarl. His breath made her wince “What’s a gorgeous drink of milk like you doin’ out here…?”
“It is none of your business,” Anastasia said, tight-beaked, trying not to breathe in too hard. “I would kindly ask you to allow me to pass.” 
She moved to his right, and he moved to stop her.
“You sure, honey? Maybe I could make it my business. You look like you’re lost. Or maybe lookin’ for someone? Maybe you’re lookin for me, and you just don’t know it yet…”
Gods, he was insufferable.
“I sincerely doubt that, sir. Now, I’ll ask you again. Let me by.”
“Just lemme get your name, at least, sweetheart!”
“Mara,” Anastasia said.
“Liar.” The dragonborn grinned more widely, green smoke seeping from between his teeth. “You’re not a Mara. C’mon, what’s your name?”
“If I tell you my name, will you let me by?”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll tell you what I know about the disappearances.”
Anastasia kept her face very still and expressionless, but he saw right through her poker face. She didn’t speak. He continued.
“Yeah… yeah, I knew it. You’re pretty, so I’ll give you this info for free. Well, for your name, anyway.”
“Anastasia.”
“There it is~!” the dragonborn laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. She winced, flinching from his intense aroma. “Okay. So… we gotta go someplace a li’l quieter… don’t know who might be watching.”
“Very well…” Anastasia kept her guard up. She could only trust this dragon as far as she could sling a spell at him. As he tried to lead her with an arm around her, she slipped free and followed behind him, through the packed streets until they ducked into a dark alley between a sleazy bar and a sleazier inn.
“Alright… looks like the coast is clear,” he said, his voice a low hiss, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Stay close. We gotta be discreet about this.”
Anastasia glanced behind her, clutching her bag, and then continued behind him.

“So, Anastasia, you looking for someone in particular?”
“Potentially.”
“Well, if you happen to be looking for a scrawny, bubble-assed little cat, he’s gonna be down this way.”
The dragonborn gestured to a wrought door at the end of the alleyway, a dim light on.
Anastasia wasn’t stupid. She was prepared to run. In one sense she couldn’t believe her luck, but in another…she couldn’t help but feel the trap was about to be sprung.
“So, why don’t we head in and put our feet up?”
Anastasia was expecting him to sling a charm spell at her, to put her under. She had a counter-incantation ready to go… but she’d forgotten about his innate ability. 
With one graceful motion, the dragonborn turned to her and exhaled a long jet of sickly green gas. It impacted her face, stuck to her feathers, and pushed into her nostrils. It was so acrid she could taste it, and she could feel it stifling her breathing…
She felt her legs turn to jelly and her head swimming. 
She should have felt the urge to gag, like her stomach was turning… but instead, it was her heart that was thumping and twisting in her chest.
As the dragonborn approached her, his eyes gleaming through the thick fumes, she found herself unable to take her eyes off him. Swaying dizzily on the spot, she began to pitch forward, right into his arms. A faceful of cheap leather and poisonous body odor coaxed out a groan of pleasure that surprised her.
“You think that scent’s good,” he growled. “I’ll do ya better if you come with me. Do you wanna come with your new boyfriend?”
“Nmnnhn…” Anastasia felt good. Why did she feel so good? Why was she giving in? Did it matter? She wanted to follow her… “Boyfriend…?”
“Yeah, babe.” The dragonborn gave her ass a possessive squeeze, and poured more of that mind-melting poison directly into her open mouth. She coughed, sputtered and moaned as the aphrodisiac stench made her body quiver with need. “C’mon.”

Her boyfriend’s grip was rough, but Anastasia didn’t care. She giggled with girlish excitement as she followed behind, tugged into the little hovel that was just suffused with her boyfriend’s scent. 
There was a nude feline in the middle of the room, near a ratty old lounge chair. He was naked, and his cock jumped to attention as he saw them enter!
“Boyfie!!” he squealed, straining against the collar that kept him leashed by the neck to his chair. 
“Yeah, settle down, slut.” Anastasia’s boyfriend said a chuckle. “You’ve got a new friend, look!”
Anastasia was already shuffling out of her clothes - seeing him naked made her want to be just the same. She was happy to see him for… some reason that she couldn’t quite remember now. It probably was irrelevant. She was happy to have someone else to help serve her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend plopped into the creaking couch, expelling a bit more of stale poison-stink into the air around him. He raised his booted feet into the air, and the cat immediately grasped for one of them. 
“Well?” he said, looking at Anastasia and snapping his fingers. “You gonna get to work, girlfriend? These dogs are barking.”
“Yes, boyfie~!” she squealed with delight, and fell to her knees just as she opened up her robes to reveal her perky, squirmy body. She pulled at the buckle around the ankle and loosened it, before pulling it free.

The scent was almost as strong as his breath, salty and pungent, and it only made her heart thump even faster. As one hand held up his heel so she could drag her tongue against the sole and bury her beak between the toes, her other hand went down between her legs to rub at herself - she was following her boyfriend’s boyfriend’s lead. 
“Nnngh, that’s the stuff,” the dragonborn growled with delight, the musk of his cock wafting over them as he began to stroke. “You’re gonna sniff and lick all that stink away for me. Make sure to show my girlfriend how thorough you’re supposed to be.” 
“Yeaaahhh~!” the cat mewled. Anastasia did her best to keep an eye on him as she continued to lick and sniff. She wanted to make sure she pleased him in every possible way… maybe if she did a good enough job, he’d let her lick his cock first. Or breathe in her face again. Or, or or…!

The sheer excitement of all those possibilities, mixed with the thickening stench, sent her into a fugue that she would not wake up from until she was thrown out into the streets a few weeks later, bedraggled, smelly, and lovelorn. Just one more notch on the dragonborn’s belt of broken, rank hearts.