{
  "description": "Undies aren't the only thing he learned to sniff. The more and more he worked his musky, sweat-ridden undies into his nose, the more it began to hone and appreciate the smell of everything else. A strong smelling piss one day triggered that weird tug in the back of his brain the same way his undies did every night. And the scent made his sheath feel just as good to touch.\n\nHe had to curtail his markings when his parents caught him in the act, soaking himself on their new sofa, covered in piss with sheath in hand. Boy was that awkward, and he's not quite sure they bought 'I was just peeing in my dream while I napped'. But they seemed just as eager to move past [i]that[/i] incident.\n\nOf course, they're out of town. And you're here. And you promised to clean up [i]everything.[/i]\n\nHe's not a shy boy around you either. A bit of a wet show in the living room, enough to splatter himself, his paws, his fingers to lick... [i][b]you.[/b][/i] Kinda amusing to cover you in his scent, make him smell like you, especially after leaking all that piss you left in him earlier.\n\nJust give in and let your snout choose where it wants to sniff and lick."
}