Part 1 of 2 (though part 2 has two versions)

Had an idea for a recurring themed comic, same premise but with different outcomes!  You never know what you're gonna get!

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A lil drawing for friend Wishy

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Oatmeal and Lati up to some vore shenanigans 

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Featuring Saphyrn!

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Some little doodles for Button!

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1. [Willpower] Shake your head clear and quickly throw the bottle!
   1d20+1 against 5 required.  You roll two dice, 17 and 1, using the lower due to disadvantage.

You give into the strange desire to bring the bottle close to your nose, pushing your face through the mass of smoke and tentacles, which have a strange give and resistance to your form. With your nose against the opening, you take a deep inhale of the bittersweet miasma, your eyes nearly rolling back as you do. 

You let out a sharp exhale out your mouth and pull the bottle away, yet the vapor, the tentacles, seem to cling to your body. You feel your heart race, your mind is buzzing, tingling, feeling as though it’s swelling. Exhilaration suddenly washes over you and an overpowering arousal accompanies it. The vapor tentacles touch, pet and squeeze over your face, worming around mindlessly until one finds your ear.

You squirm and reach down, your mind has gone almost entirely quiet, lost to your primal urges as you undo your clothes and begin pleasuring yourself. You feel your ear being probed, the strangest sensation of a gaseous form pushing into your skull, yet you invite it, leaning your head to one side, tongue spilling from your mouth as you pant and give in.

Your hand, still holding the bottle, brings it back to your nose. You take an even deeper inhalation this time and feel the mind-numbing effects stronger than ever. The tentacle by your ear plunges past your body’s meager defenses and you expect pain or discomfort, but its ethereal form slips into your mind and you instead experience the most sublime euphoria of your life.  

Your eyes stare off unfocused as you drool, your other hand still at work as you near the edge of orgasm. You feel another tentacle squeezing its way through your ear as the first begins pushing out the other end, your head pounding, full of squirming, buzzing bliss. You’re taking another whiff of the bottle without a single thought, as though the only thing that exists is simply the pleasure, the scent, the arousal. 

You haven’t a thought nor the ability to think as you draw closer and closer, finally letting out undignified, animalistic grunts and moans as you reach your peak, an orgasm more intense than any pleasure you’ve ever experienced in life, and you ride it out for what feels like eternity, then everything goes black.

You eventually come to, covered in your own juices. The vial is still there, sealed and sitting by your side and you can’t remember closing it. What you can remember, however, is that euphoria. That pleasure. How the delightful, sharp scent and tentacles wormed their way into your head and silenced all worry and discomfort. How stupid you felt, all knowledge and emotions falling away for simplistic, beastlike desire and unmatched ecstasy.

It occurs to you that you’ve never felt such incredible bliss before, and you’re not sure anything could compare to that incredible orgasm. You shiver just thinking about it, your hands quaking.. this can’t be good for you, that you’re sure of, but you can’t help yourself from reaching for the vial and keeping it with you.

[You’ve gained a mysterious addiction. Various subjects and interactions will now remind you of the bliss you’ve experienced and trigger your addiction to seek the experience again. Any mentions of pleasure, sex or scents will give you increasing stages of negative effects until you sate your desire, the final stage of which is complete loss of control. You lose all desire to breed normally, automatically rejecting potential partners, preferring to masturbate with the bottle.]

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Disclaimer, this is just fantasy, inhalants have dangers and I don't condone their use!

Story to go with it, I wrote it in the same style as a Baldur's Gate 3 cutscene since I was playing it at the time:

Bottle of Scentacles
CW: ear stuff, drugs, addiction
Rummaging through the spoils of your latest adventure, you look curiously at a mysterious vial, seeing a small pool of purple liquid on the bottom with the rest of the bottle filled with a strange purple mist. 

1. [Investigation] Peer closer at the vial
2. [Intelligence] Recall knowledge
3. Open the vial
   4. Leave

>2. [Intelligence] Recall knowledge
1d20+1 against 10 required.  You roll a 14+1 and succeed.

The vial is weathered and once bore a label, scratched off. The only word you can make out is ‘Jungle.’ Looking at the vague shapes within the glass reminds you of druidic magic you’ve seen. What seems like roots, vines or tentacles twist around, fighting for space within its cage. Yet still, it seems unfamiliar, the colors and lack of physical form is alien. You suspect it isn’t magic, but alchemical.

[Investigation] Peer closer at the vial.
1d20 against 10 required. You roll a 17 and succeed.

You bring the vial closer to your eyes to get a good look at it. The wriggling vines within aren’t entirely opaque, you’re sure they’re ethereal or gaseous, but they seem to exhibit physical form between themselves. The tentacles seem to emanate from the bottom, growing out from the shallow liquid and reaching out. 

It’s then when you notice a strange scent, your nose wrinkling at the odor. Though not entirely unpleasant, it’s clearly unnatural, synthesized and confirming your suspicions of its alchemical nature. The caustic scent stings your nostrils yet invites you for more.

1. [Investigation] Try to recognize the scent.
2. [Intelligence] Curious, try to feel how the scent may affect you.
   3. Leave.

1. [Investigation] Try to recognize the scent.
1d20+1 against 10 required. You roll an 8 and fail.

You can’t recognize the scent, whatever this is, you’ve never come across it before. What’s more, it feels harder to concentrate with every passing second. The scent seems more tantalizing the more you smell it, and you catch yourself preparing to open the bottle.

[You are affected by a mysterious ailment. You have disadvantage on ability checks and saving throws.]

1. [Willpower] Stop yourself, resist the intrusive action with everything you have.
2. [Intelligence] Steel your resolve and fight against the influence.
3. Give into the strange urges.

1. [Willpower] Stop yourself, resist the intrusive action with everything you have.

1d20+1 against 5 required. You roll two dice, 18 and 3, using the lower due to disadvantage.

You open the cap of the bottle and watch with a powerful curiosity. The purple mist slowly escapes the vial, swirling around while the translucent tentacles squirm their way from the bottle’s mouth. As though they are one in the same, anywhere the vapor travels, the tentacles form and worm their way around, aimlessly waving and looking for something to grasp.

With a moment of clarity, you realize the danger you’ve found yourself in.

1. [Willpower] Shake your head clear and quickly throw the bottle!
2. Give in, pull the bottle close and inhale deeply.
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Not a part of the comic, but a fun YCH I did, hosted in my discord

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