Musky Touch hovered in the air and looked around. It was hard for her to speak normally, so instead she built up a special scent for her friend, a scent particular to their species and their leaders.

"This way, my Queen?" Phylum shook his head a moment to clear it of the instincts that the pheromone Musky sent him invoked. "Musk, can't you just make a normal scent? Like bananas, or mangoes?" But of course the changeling followed, spotting the sharply defined vaporous pony.

Lifting a hoof up to her snout, Musky motioned for quiet, leading Phylum down the alley and to the open window. The softest sound came from her throat, a giggle. Inside the pony home, she closed her eyes a moment and reached out for all the scents and markers that creatures leave just by living.

Phylum stood, watching the mare do her thing. A sound caught his attention and he moved on careful, silent hooves. Deeper in the house he found them.

"Why don't you stand up to them when they are saying those things?" A unicorn mare with a cutie mark of a flower blossomed on a white flank, was almost yelling at a similarly colored stallion. "Fancy, why don't you just pony up and defend me?"

"Fleur, I just-" Fancy Pants didn't get any further. The stallion's nose twitched and caused his eyes to widen.

Staying hidden himself, Phylum watched as Musky made her way into the room with the pair. Stealthy beyond measure, he knew just how hard it was to see the muskubus unless she was letting you see her, and even then it was more that you were smelling her, her scent building the image into a pony's head.

"Fancy?" Fleur Dis Lee blinked a few times, something had just touched her snout, touched inside her head too judging by how she suddenly felt. "F-F-Fancy…" Everything suddenly felt better, her mind flooding with all it needed to have her body led into arousal.

Musky fed more of the arousal-inducing musk to the mare, tasting her scent again and again to judge when she was just right. When Fleur's body was giving off almost as much musk as Musky herself, she reached out and delivered a new scent to Fancy.

A very surprised look flowed over Fancy's features. He blinked a few times, and each time his eyes opened again he felt less and less like a cultured and well to-do pony, and more like a stallion hungry for his mare. "Mine…" He cared very little for what might be in the way, Fancy mounted Fleur.

"Yes…" Phylum reached out and started to drink. As always—when feeding—there was another at his side, drinking at the couple who had been fighting moments earlier. "Musky, they are delicious!"

"Of course." Musky's words were thick and dwelled heavily in the mind, they lingered thanks to them being a synaesthesiaed scent. She didn't let up, even when the stallion unloaded himself—especially when the stallion unloaded himself. "Your turn."

Phylum didn't need Musky's tricks to be ready for the moaning mare, he didn't need her to encourage him at all; but he appreciated it.

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