Swiftcurrent Creek It's only smellz

Relonikiv seemed to accept this, but his dazed expression suggested very little of what she said was making its way into permanent memory - which was probably a good thing if she ever wanted him to grow into a normal, breeding adult with a vanilla or (ideally) zero fetishes.

Go bumpy. Bazi nodded vigorously, but didn't open her mouth lest the words bang or penis slip out. His question perplexed her. Had Scimitar remarked upon her scent? They had been far too busy acting on what it meant to really care, and she couldn't smell anything herself - even after (as discreetly as possible) nudging the tip of her nose against the base of her own tail and inhaling. Was it so different? "...what do I smell like?" she asked, eyeing her hump-hungry son.