He’s a regular, and all things considered, this seems to be just another night for him. You can smell him from here, quite a feat given all the other strong odors hanging in the air. A particular aroma of weed and footsweat… and ass. A whole ‘lotta ass, actually. You’re vaguely familiar with the butt huffing scene around town, but you’ve never been brave enough to take part. This guy? He probably stops to snort cheeks while still balls deep in... well, from what you have managed to pick up, the dude gets around. A lot. And honestly… you’re not that surprised. His scent is really starting to get to you.
He takes a puff of his skunk-stuffed stogie - not his first of the night, you think - and proceeds to lean over the bar, gaze still locked onto you. Letting his shorts slide off effortlessly, he hikes up his hairy, sweat-matted ass and raises tail. His plump low-hangers pretty much confirm your earlier theories on his activities here. One of the dogs nearby wastes no time leaning over and taking a long drag off of the hyenas exposed pucker, clenching in a burst of pleasure. The dog backs out, turns to sneeze, rubbing his nose and shuddering before hazily making his way towards the door for some fresh air.
At this point, you already feel like you’ve fallen under this dudes influence. Next thing you know, you’ve walked over to make small talk, getting a better look at him. His disheveled yet decorated face and shaggy whiskers compliment his thick dreadlocks, the stench of it all prodding relentlessly at your brain. He can tell you’re not just some rando who stumbled in here accidentally. You came here for a particular kind of high, but you’re still pretty green with the whole thing. His smooth voice and laid-back manner comforts you, as does his assurance to ease you into things at your own pace. To his surprise, however, you state confidently that you’re not interested in taking things slow.
Wait… what?
You stop for a moment to reconsider what you just said, but the moment has already passed. The hyena chuckles and asks if you’re sure. You brush off his concerns and shift your focus to his ass, ready to prove your intentions. Gripping his fuzzy cheeks, breathing in nothing but raw musk, you ask for his name. The hyena takes another puff off his stogie, grin widening.
"Stank."
Heh, not exactly subtle, you think to yourself before jamming your nose up against his pucker and taking a sharp inhale. Whatever remained of your doubts at that moment evaporated in an instant.
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EDIT 7/29/21 - Added my attempt at coloring the sketch several months ago.