Don't Hold Your Breath
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> Powerpuppet: Mmm, you know what? Something with this image. https://twitter.com/MinkOfTheEnd/status/1325247990248972288

> @Zilena: Hmm, guess I'll toss in a bit of a thought: The dangers of Hyper musk and Ball Sweat.

With a little squeak, he sprawls out on the sofa, spreading his legs wider and giving that enormous, black pillar of flesh and the white fluff of nuts a little more space to dominate the room, scraping along the ceiling and denting the bracks floor. Your wide-eyed expression reflects in the ebony surface that quickly becomes noticeably wetter, droplets forming on its surface and running down the sides. The warmth radiating off of it is palpable, making the very air waver above it and causing your face to tingle. One breath of the heavy, deep, overwhelming scent is enough to send you stumbling back in awe involuntarily, a fire spreading out from your lungs into the tips of your toes and a terrifying need drilling itself into your brain, enough to make your fists clench and your fingernails dig into your palms to try and keep your thoughts from sinking into the all too intoxicating essence overburdened with pheromones.

With relaxed shoulders and sunken into the pillows of the couch, he lets out a sigh. His breath whirls the clouds of steam into swirling shapes that lap across the glistening mass in front of him. The drops exuding from the creaking flesh of his shaft turn into streams, the pitter-patter of perspiration hitting the ground becoming a steady background ambience. The floor beneath his balls all but turning into a puddle, the mink's fur letting the gallons of liquid simply pour down and seep into the widening cracks. His eyelids open to reveal those deep, green eyes, focusing right into yours through the thickening haze. A wicked grin beneath them making your heart sink into your stomach before it too disappears into the billowing, off-pink clouds of heavy, impenetrable musk.

With bated breath and shivering limbs, you try to inhale again, steeling your body and mind against the coming onslaught. But instead, your chest seizes up and your head feels like it's dunked underwater. You stumble, dropping to your knees and feeling the several inches of liquid covering the ground splash up as you do, visibly rising up further as more waves come flowing in. You throw caution into the wind and try to heave another gasp of the tainted air, but all you can muster is a gurgling from your throat, sputtering as you try to breathe what has all but become a pure liquid. Your vision flickers and you try to support yourself on the wall, but slide off of the waterfalls of condensing musk flowing down them. Every single square millimeter of your body is absolutely drenched, your motions exhausting as you push your limbs through the morass. Your eyes roll up at your last hope of escape. Pulling all of your might together, you tense up your legs and push off, elbows raised as you throw yourself at the last shreds of light.

Everything goes black. All noise becomes muffled. The pressure pushes the last, desperate gasp out of your lungs.

The shattering of glass is all too shrill. You just barely manage to stretch out your arms before your face hits the carpet of grass coming toward you. You hit it with a thud, rolling with the amount of momentum your explosive exit gave you for several feet, until finally coming to a stop. For a moment, you lay still, your face in the dirt, coming to terms with the fact that you actually made it. The next breath, despite the pheromones tearing apart your thoughts every step of the way, is the sweetest you've ever taken, you never want it to stop.

You turn around and it immediately gets stuck in your throat.

From the shattered window rises a maelstrom into the air, billowing clouds rising up and filling the atmosphere. The light from above dimming already as the fog fills out the sky, spreading all the way to the horizon, enveloping your entire planet in mere seconds. Billions of eyes staring at the encroaching darkness. Their shocked gasps followed by collapsing to the ground, the convulsions of abject pleasure overtaking them as the pheromones shred their minds apart, sending them spiralling into the best, most horrifying moments of their life. The choking, humid heat blasts down, every single surface immediately covered in a thick layer of condensation that forms rivers pouring down from mountains and buildings, turning streets into currents. The sun's last rays die out against the thickening mist before it too can't but sizzle in the space-filling mass, drowning the little light of a star as the void overfills with crushingly dense, unyieldingly heavy mink musk.

While the steam doesn't let you see far enough to watch it happen, you hear the muffled crashing of your former home giving in against the amplifying floods. The waves crash into you and tear you from your feet, you fight to keep afloat as the currents become ever more violent. You are vaguely aware of it tearing up downtown, ripping towers from their foundations and smashing their facades to rubble, but moments later the tides rise up by so many miles at once that civilization is all but lost beneath. Your world engulfed in sweat and musk, your struggles futile as the clouded mass above becomes thicker than the raging liquid below. Your eyes roll back as you give in to the scent crushing your mind.