Her Smell

"And that's why rabbits don't have paw pads," Fluttershy said. She fell silent as the classroom was filled with the sounds of pencils on paper. She had a pretty good feeling for when they'd be done taking notes and ready for her to continue. Teaching was just a matter of rhythm, really. Just as she breathed in to speak again, however, she felt a pressure relieve itself from her posterior before she could hold it in.

It was loud enough for all the students to hear, and she immediately blushed.

"Oh!" she said as the suddenness of it snuck up on her and startled her. "I'm so sorry, everycreature. Please excuse me."

Most of the class laughed, making Fluttershy feel rather self conscious.

Sitting near the front, Gallus laughed too, but his was a nervous and forced laugh.

He really hoped nocreature noticed the pink tip of his penis peeking out from its sheath, despite shifting himself about to try his best to keep it in.

"Okay, class, that's enough," Fluttershy said. "Let's move on, now. So, bunnies, just like every other creature, need plenty of love and attention, not just food and shelter."

Gallus focused his attention on note taking, and it worked fine for a few seconds.

Until the smell hit him.

Fluttershy's stinky fart attacked his nostrils with unexpected force, and his initial reaction was to sniff harder, feeding more of it into him.

Keep it together, he thought as panic rose in him nearly as fast as his now-stiff member.

In desperation, he scooted his butt back and leaned forward, trying to hide his erection from his classmates and teacher.

The smell didn't go away, however, and he writhed in his chair as his cock throbbed against his bellyfur.

He strained and whimpered, pressing his quill to his notebook paper.

His lungs were empty, now, needing air, and starting to burn. Trying to not draw attention to himself, he attempted to breathe through his mouth, but a trickle of the surrounding air still came in through his nostrils, tickling at his defenses.

The tip of the quill snapped against the paper as he convulsed, giving in and breathing deeply of the cloud of stink. His shaft throbbed and began to shoot hot jets of his seed against his own belly and onto the classroom floor. Shame and terror gripped his heart even as he continued to cum, incapable of stopping himself.

Fluttershy was staring, wide-eyed, at him. Her eyes wandered down and shot back up, and Gallus knew she had seen what he had just done.

"Actually, class," Fluttershy said as soon as she composed herself, "let's have an early break."

The students, mostly unaware of what had happened, cheerfully rose from their seats and headed out the door.

Silverstream, sitting to his right, had apparently missed it and was out of the room quickly. Ocellus, however, sitting on his left, had seen everything, and she was slow to get up.

Gallus wanted to crawl under a rock and die. His gaze was directed down at his notebook, but he could feel Fluttershy's eyes burning into him like powerful magic laser beams.

There was a soft clop clop clop coming from Ocellus. A quick glance revealed that she was clapping.

"Ocellus," Fluttershy said, "please go take a break with the rest of the class and don't mention what happened here, okay?"

"Oh… okay, Professor," the changeling replied. As she stood up and walked past him, she whispered under her breath, just loud enough for him to catch it. "I just wanna say, that was impressive."

What? Gallus thought. His attention returned to Professor Fluttershy when she cleared her throat.

"Gallus," she began gently, "what happened?"

"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out. "I didn't mean to! It just… happened!"

To his surprise, she nodded. "I know. I saw you trying to hold back. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I need to know if this will be a problem in the future."

"I…" Gallus said. He felt awful for disrupting the class. "I'd rather not… um… talk about it."

Fluttershy nodded. "Would you like to talk to Counselor Starlight? As long as you're okay and we can keep it from happening in class again, it'll be okay."

"I… okay. I'm so sorry for--"

Holding up a hoof, she interjected. "Ah, ah, ah. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's totally natural, and I know Starlight can help you control it. Why don't you clean yourself off and talk to her right now? I'll take care of this here."

Gallus nodded and wordlessly wiped himself down, blushing as he left the classroom.

The scent of his teacher's ass followed him, lingering in his mind. If he hadn't just cum, he'd already be hard again.

On the way to Starlight's office, he saw Silverstream and Ocellus talking in hushed whispers. Oh no, he thought, they're already gossiping.

As he approached, ready to pass by them while pretending he didn't notice them, Silverstream saw him coming and suddenly ran off. Ocellus didn't seem too bothered by this, however, and she smiled and waved at him.

"Hey!" she said.

Gallus cleared his throat and looked away, not sure what to say.

"I've never seen any changelings do that without, y'know, touching it. I didn't know griffons could! That was really cool," she said.

"Huh?" Gallus asked, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to… I mean, it wasn't on purpose."

"Wow, that's even hotter--er, cooler, I mean." Ocellus giggled nervously. "Could you do it on purpose?"

"Ocellus!"

"Sorry! Sorry. I'll stop asking. You, um, you alright?"

Gallus sighed. "Yeah. I'm about to ask Counselor Starlight if she has some kind of spell for this sort of thing so I don't do it in class anymore."

"Oh," Ocellus said, not even trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. Then, she brightened up. "What if you don't need a spell?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you just need to find the right… outlet?"

"Outlet?"

"Yeah. You know, like how Professor Pinkie Pie takes breaks during class to rub one out."

"Wait, she does what now?"

"Oh, right, I forget not everyone can sense this sort of thing."

Gallus grimaced. "Look. I'm not gonna ask the professors for breaks to claw off during class. Besides, it just kind of… happened."

Ocellus paused and thought for a moment. "Well, how about you head back to the dorm rooms first and take a shower before you talk to Counselor Starlight?"

"Okay..." he replied. Something about her suggestion struck him as odd. It wasn't the suggestion itself, as he could feel the fur on his belly still matted with semen, but the way she said it like she wasn't telling him the full story.

It was a quick trip to his room, where he grabbed a towel and headed out to the communal bathrooms to shower. As soon as he opened the door, a rancid scent hit him like a brick wall. It was enticing; vile yet inviting, almost cloying. With nocreature around to see or judge him, he breathed deeply, drinking it in like a sommelier tasting a fine wine. When he exhaled, the stench was very potent on the way out as well, and he could nearly taste it.

His barbed griffonhood stood stiffly at attention once more.

This was far stronger than Fluttershy's had been.

But who could have done this? Before he could play detective, a feminine voice lilted from one of the bathroom stalls.

"Who's there?" it asked. Gallus knew, then, who it belonged to.

"Hey, Silverstream. Just me. Gallus. Gonna take a quick shower. I, uh, spilled some...thing. On myself." He mentally winced at his not-so-smooth excuse.

"Oh-ho-kaaay," she replied in her cute singsong way.

He kept his beak shut and breathed through his nostrils. Was that really coming from Silverstream? It was so potent. And everywhere. He half expected to see the paint bubbling and peeling off from the walls. Any other student would have turned green and fled the bathroom immediately upon entering.

As he entered the shower stall and turned on the hot water, the steam mixed with Silverstream's scent, diluting it a bit and making it more mild and relaxing to his senses. He let his claw wander down to his stiff member, working it slowly as he basked in the miasma from his friend's ass.

As he picked up his pace, he shuddered as he inhaled more sharply, trying to keep quiet so that Silverstream wouldn't hear him while also stifling so much pent up excitement. He panted, inhaling nasally and exhaling from his beak, as his climax drew near.

A sound, loud enough to be heard over the shower but quiet enough that it was difficult to identify, reached his ears. It sounded like a gasp or groan coming from Silverstream. Or a moan perhaps? Then, a cacophony of bowels emptying violently into the school's toilet.

Gallus's eyes widened at what he heard. The downpour of shit was absolutely torrential, plopping into the water like griffons diving into a river during fishing season. Between the solids, there were impressive volumes of gas, playing through Silverstream's ass like air from a balloon. And it kept going. Much longer than he expected. Longer than should be possible.

The toilet's water eventually got covered up, and he could tell because the hard bits stopped making splashing sounds, instead making wet plap-plap-plaps against the rising mountain of poop.

And the smell. Gallus thought he was going to faint from a lack of oxygen, but it was not quite so hazardous as it seemed. He could feel it, sinking into his fur and feathers, where it would cling until he washed it out.

By the time Silverstream was done, he could only imagine what her stall looked like.

He looked down at the drain.

Thick gobs of griffoncum clung to the floor and metal grille over the drain, threatening to clog it.

When did I…? he thought. He didn't remember cumming, but his claw was sticky with seed, and he could feel that post-orgasm sensitivity setting in. Was I really that distracted by her?

Silverstream flushed the toilet. Then again. And again. Apparently, it hadn't clogged, but it took several more flushes before she eventually left Gallus alone in the bathroom.

He finished his shower, cleaning off the semen, but he wasn't sure he would be able to leave without smelling like Silverstream's ass, as it still lingered thickly in the air.

That didn't bother him, though, as he kind of liked the idea.

As he wrapped his towel around himself and left the bathroom, he didn't pay any attention to a totally innocent-looking pile of dirty towels. Nor did he realize that they hadn't been there when he had come in. Once he was gone, a pair of blue eyes appeared in the middle of the pile.

And then, there was a quick flash of blue fire.