Motel Blues
It smelled freshly washed, but with a stale scent of copulation odour sticking it it like fog. helix snuffed the cigarette halfway through and shut the door. "tv?"
I Dreamt of Wasps - Chapter 3
His ears strained for any sign of the thing, and he could've swore he heard its footfalls following right behind him, or sometimes the faint whistling of its missing nose, once even its disgusting odor, but every time he looked all around himself, there was
Throwaways
Trying to ignore the pungent odor of eau d' used beer, he steeled himself against the source of the ragged cough. at first, he couldn't see anyone, and what really worried him was that the cough sounded horrible.
Transformation Stream Story 22: Coffee for the Fox in You
Almost immediately, the warm smell of the coffee started perking him up, making him smile and enjoy the soft odors filling the room. he could almost taste the caffeine already, and that was a big thing to him.
Scars Ch. 11
Patrick scans the living room, an odor of weed and other drugs fill patrick's nose. "make yourself at home," r.j says, crashing on the couch, flipping through channels on the tv.
Escape
It had a light odor of minds. in the edge of it was a two-crest swimmer that was looking at her own reflection, very sad look in her eyes. tears running down from her emerald-green eyes and landing in the water, creating distortions in the image casted.
Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 1
An army of the undead, rotten flesh covering their emaciated frames and a perverse odor pervading the air around them. the cries of these creatures as they searched for their daily meal of flesh.
No Last Chances-Chapter 1
The hair on the top of his head was slightly grey and he had a massive breath odour problem. he liked to stress that by breathing straight into everyone's face when he's screaming at them. "who calls a chopper in the middle of a firefight?"
Missing by Jinggo78
Joseth could smell the distinct odor of skunk spray. to a skunk that smell means only one thing: distress. "please be alright." he heard himself whisper. his mother opened the car door and pulled out a wolverine man by the scruff of his shirt.
Drawing on the Past
A heavy, rich scent filled yoshi's nostrils, the odor of an ox. his scent. his identity. he was the ox. the boy's hands were sliding over his rump and thighs now, and yoshi had to shift constantly as his body enlarged.
Attention Seeking
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he shook himself, grabbing blindly for clothes that were mildly odorous. they would cover up the scent of blood and antiseptic or at least dissuade curious noses.
The Dragon's Scale
As he stepped through the mud and muck clark had to stop himself many times from losing his lunch, the mud would occasionally bubble and let out odors which no man or animal should ever have the misfortune of coming upon. "where is this cave...?"