Rob could smell something enticing. The heavy scent pulled at him like something familiar, like something primal.
"Hey Bugs, you smell that?"
Bugs paused and looked up. His work-tanned face showed very little curiosity; despite his lack of intelligence, he'd been on this planet long enough to know that curiosity could be fatal around here. With sweat dripping off his bare chest and his well-muscled arms, he put down the axe he was using to chop wood and wandered over to where Rob was standing nearby.
Bugs would use any excuse to stop working, thought Rob, ignoring that he was standing there doing nothing himself. Bugs tipped his nose to the sky and took a few deep sniffs of the warm air.
"Yeah man, what is that?" He sounded surprised. "It smells good! Real good."
There was a pause as both men turned their heads, trying to catch a stronger whiff on the light swirls of jungle breeze.
Rob sucked in breath after breath.
"Dude, it smells like pussy!"
Bugs looked at Rob sideways. It was a bit of a stretch, but on second thoughts maybe he could see how it did kind of smell like pussy. And for two straight men who had been prisoners here for too many years to bother counting, it was about the sweetest smell they could imagine.
"You don't think they've sent females down here too, do you?" Bugs speculated. He sounded more than a little eager.
"If they have Dude, those bitches are on heat!" "Come on, I think it's coming from over here".
Bugs shrugged, and ignoring his previous caution, followed Rob further into the jungle away from the settlement. It was better than chopping wood in this humidity, and just maybe there would be naked chicks at the end of their search. It was a chance he was willing to go to quite some lengths for.
As they fought their way through the thick tangled vines and leaves of what passed for vegetation on this forsaken planet, the scent got stronger. The jungle seemed to be trying to prevent them getting to their target, holding them back at every step. Long saw-toothed leaves cut at them, and Rob pulled his machete out of his belt and hacked them away from their faces and arms. Thorny branches seemed to reach for them as they passed, and more than once started them bleeding from their arms. The two men continued to sniff the air like dogs looking for a scent of prey, and as they did so they became more determined to reach the source, shoving through the understorey, ripping and tearing at it with bare hands where they couldn't push or hack their way through. Dark green lanceolate leaves, pale palm-like fronds, and long twisting blood-vines all parted for them eventually.
The two men were entirely focussed now, almost drunk on the smell that pulled them onwards, barely noticing their surroundings. Slowly it was getting stronger and more pungent as they neared the origin of this smell that was so exciting to them. Rob could feel his cock starting to stiffen as he pushed through the vegetation, getting uncomfortable in his prison issue pants. He was desperate for these women he knew must be waiting for him ahead, naked and afraid. His mind was racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with them, and how many he would be able take.
There was a slight clearing ahead, full of a tangled bush alive with bright yellow flowers. The sounds of animals and birds was more obvious here, though the men didn't notice. Bugs had stopped at the edge of the clearing and Rob, distracted by the urgency the thick scent was inspiring in him, ran into the back of him.
"Watch it, man." growled Bugs, turning around. Both men were breathing heavily now, hard bulges showing through their pants. Their eyes were big, searching as they breathed the scent in through their open mouths.
"I can't see anything except fucking plants!"
