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Rickie didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to see that shy otter again too. Everyday he would check his text messages on his phone, eager to see if Ganley had sent a message. Every night he would rest his cellphone on the nightstand, hoping that Ganley would call him, tell him that they wanted to meet up again. But he never did. There wasn't even a casual hello or "hey, whatcha doing?" or "do you want to make plans later this week?" The dog was wondering if he was being punished for what he did back at his apartment and the locker room. He had no right to masturbate in front of an otter he had only known for five minutes, nor was it fair for him to tease him by leaving immediately after he came all over his mouth. Rickie only did that because it was fun. He liked it when he teased his customers, even if some didn't like his methods.

But this time he was wondering if he truly made a horribly mistake. It had been a week now, and Ganley still hadn't contacted him. He thought about going to his apartment himself to go see him, but he couldn't succumb to that. He'd end up looking desperate, which was definitely what he did not want to do. Maybe it was a good thing, thought the Berner. Perhaps it's for the best if this pup doesn't get involved in my kind of business. He said he didn't want a romantic relationship anyway, so maybe it would be best to just stay away... Rickie didn't even know why he cared so much. He had met dozens of furs like him in the past-some, shockingly, were even cuter than Ganley. Why did he care so much for him now, all of a sudden? Why did he want to be with him so badly?

Rickie sighed heavily and leaned against the wall. He was standing next to the nightstand in his apartment, staring down at his cellphone, awaiting Ganley's call. Suddenly, he heard a loud knock at his door and his ears perked up.

"Who's there?"

Please be Ganley, please be Ganley, please be Ganley.

"It's DB."

Son of a bitch. Rickie shut his eyes and slammed his fist against the wall, frustrated. Dustin Barslow was one of Rickie's regular customers. Unlike Ganley, he was muscular, very outgoing, and horny 24/7. DB was one of those reptiles who would sweetly ask for Rickie to come over to his house for a quick blow job and some "casual" fucking. He cared for Rickie, but not personally. Like his hundreds of other customers, DB was just there to get laid, and didn't care much about anything else. However, DB was a little different from the rest of them. He defended Rickie even when it wasn't necessary, acting like his personal bodyguard. Perhaps DB was scared someone would give him a blanket party and later cut his dick off, thus ending his relationship with the lustful dog. Since the day he first stuck his yellow cock in Rickie's mouth, he vowed to protect Rickie-or his cock at least-from harm.

"C'mon, Rickie, open up! I can't shove this cock up my own ass!"

Rickie sighed exasperatedly. "Keep your dick in your pants, DB. I'll be out in a minute."

"Don't wait too long! Think I'm starting to leak over here!"

Rickie opened up the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a container of scent powder. He screwed off the cap and sprinkled some of it into his left paw, before putting the jar down and rubbing some of it all over his abs, back, neck, and even his tail. Then he picked up the jar again and sprinkled more dust into his paw. Only this time, he shoved his paw down his pants and grunted as he rubbed it all over his groin. Then he lifted his tail and planted his hand down the other side, rubbing the last bit of powder against his buttocks and tailhole. He winced a bit and swore under his breath. The kind of scent powder that DB preferred Rickie wore was spicy, and made his ass and penis tingle. There were actually times where some of the powder got into the orifices, and he had to cancel his session to go take a long, cold shower. But he was okay this time around, and ignored the mild burning sensation. Rickie screwed the cap back on, put the jar back into the drawer, shut it, headed over to the door, and opened it. As always, DB was standing there with a grin on his face, showing off his serrated sharp teeth. Dustin was a black lizard with fulvous spikes going from his scalp down to the tip of his thick tail. He didn't work out every day in the week, but anyone who got a good look at him would definitely know he had muscle and was in shape. Right now he was only wearing loose-fitting gray nylon shorts. Rickie glanced down at the lizard's pelvis and grinned.

"That's new. You not happy to see me tonight, DB?" asked Rickie.

"Relax, Rickie. As far as you know, my cock still works."

DB walked into Rickie's apartment when he stepped aside. He closed and locked the door and stared at DB, his tail swishing back and forth. He took a big whiff of the air and sighed pleasurably, his tongue flicking out of his mouth like a snake. DB turned around and stared at Rickie, still grinning.

"I see my puppy's wearing his famous scent powder...you know how much I love that Dragon flavor."

Rickie's eyes flicked down at the lizard's shorts. A bulge was starting to form.

"Of course I do. You remind me everytime I wear it."

DB hissed again, his tongue coming out of his mouth. He approached Rickie slowly and pinned him against the door, exhaling softly in his floppy ears. They twitched a little, causing the dog to giggle softly to himself. He loved the feeling of DB's hot breath in his ears. The lizard wrapped his big arms around Rickie's waist and exhaled again before a growl crawled out of his throat. He started to slide his left hand down Rickie's jeans, getting a feel for his shaft and the two orbs that were dangling beneath it. He knew that Rickie was horny too, and it would only be a matter of time before he was on all fours, begging for the reptile's thick cock to be shoved up his arms. The canine let out a small squeal, causing DB to giggle deviously. His flat tongue emerged from his mouth yet again and dabbed Rickie on the nose. Normally, Rickie would've enjoyed that, but for some reason, he noticed something different about DB, something that was almost driving him mad.

"Hey, DB..."

DB wagged his tail. "What is it, Cum-Guzzler?"

The lizard didn't wait for Rickie to answer, and leaned forward so he could kiss him. As Rickie stood there, pinned against the door, he began to realize what DB's problem was: he was a bad kisser. Well, maybe not bad, but definitely sloppy. Even now as Rickie felt the reptile's flat tongue swirling around inside his mouth, he could taste all the saliva that had been forming in his mouth. It was almost as messy as the time he snowballed Ganley, but there was no passion or pleasure between the two partners, just slobber. But Rickie never cared about passion before, so why start now? After the lizard kissed Rickie for several more seconds, he pulled his mouth away from his, creating a loud smacking sound. DB chuckled and wiped some of the spit from his mouth, while Rickie stepped forward and tried to understand what was amiss with DB. Was it his muscles? No, couldn't be; they were still bulky, but not to a point where he looked like the Incredible Hulk. Maybe it was his clothes? No, that wasn't it either. He was barely wearing anything at all, and there was an intense bulge in the middle of his shorts. He looked like he did all the other times Rickie had run into him, so why was this such an issue now? Rickie chuckled and shook his head.

"Nothing. Guess I'm just feeling a little weird right now."

DB's tongue flicked out of his mouth again. "Oh, don't you worry, honey. I'll have you fixed up in a jiffy!"

There it was. The lizard was too damn adamant. It was as though nothing else was on his mind but sticking his length far inside Rickie until he shot his load. But many of Rickie's customers were like that, so he didn't mind his boastful attitude. The canine slowly walked over to his couch and unbuttoned his pants, his tail wagging a little. DB started to undress too and quickly yanked down his shorts and boxers, revealing his erect shaft that was already leaking pre. He didn't charge for the dog just yet; he loved to watch Rickie undress, especially because he teased him whenever he shook his ass. He was doing it right now, wiggling his butt from side to side as his pants dropped down to his ankles. Rickie grinned and turned to look back at the reptile, who grinned back at him. Rickie prepared himself, awaiting DB's fat cock. But the black lizard didn't insert himself into the canid just yet. He approached his voluptuous buttocks; got on his knees, and leaned forward so he could take a few sniffs, breathing in the spicy, aphrodisiacal powder Rickie rubbed all over himself. The lizard lowered his jaw and let out a small moan shortly before his tongue came out and he started to lick the dog's tailhole. Rickie yelped a bit, not expecting DB to rim him when he was so full of energy. He knew damn well his cock wasn't pent-up and was beginning to think that DB was doing this to see if it annoyed Rickie. But he stood there, ass stuck out, tail high in the air, and let the lizard lick him a few times. It wasn't until the drop of pre that was dangling from his cock finally dripped down to the carpet that DB growled and stood up, preparing himself.

"C'mon, bitch, let's do this!"

There it was again, that "bitch" remark. For some reason it bothered Rickie, and he stood up and turned around to look at the lizard, feeling a bit less aroused.

"Look, DB, could you not say that?"

"Say what?"

"That I'm your bitch."

DB hissed a little and grinned, approaching Rickie very slowly. Rickie could feel the lizard's length brushing up against his. It was so warm and smooth, sticky at the glans from pre.

"But you are my bitch! 'Sides, you like it when I call you that."

"I know, but I'm just...not..."

"Something the matter, pup?"

"Um..." Rickie's nostrils flared a few times. "Are you wearing cologne?"

"No."

"Did you shower this morning?"

"Yeah, why?"

Rickie flared his nostrils again. DB didn't smell right tonight. His scent wasn't attractive, like it had been in the past. Maybe it was because he was covered in scales and not fur like he was. Maybe he was lying and secretly did use some mysterious cologne that was only attractive to reptiles, and not mammals like him. Rickie looked up at DB's dark yellow eyes, trying to see if this was the lizard he still knew and fucked. He could still feel his warm breath on his fur each time he exhaled. The dog was going to smile, but when he sniffed the air again, he realized what the problem was: DB's breath. It smelled like sulfur and ash; Rickie was starting to believe that he ate rotten eggs for dinner. That was part of the reason why his nickname was "DB." His friend's joked one night saying that Dustin's breath was almost as bad as a dragon's, so even though "DB" stood for his initials, it also, coincidentally, stood for "Dragon Breath." Rickie even noticed this himself and brought it up with DB a few times, but it wasn't until now, as he stood in front of the lizard as he exhaled his bad breath in his face, that it disgusted him.

"You smell...different."

Rickie didn't tell him. DB had a temper, and would take it out on Rickie when they fucked each other. Quite frankly, Rickie didn't want the night to go from sodomy to fisting. DB simply smirked, his tongue flicking out and dabbing the dog on his muzzle.

"Well, I did come back from a threesome with Terry and Ryslax, and they put me in the middle again. Maybe their scent rubbed off on me."

That gave Rickie some relief. Maybe those crocs were the reason behind his strong scent. But he still didn't feel right.

"You sure you're okay, pup? You're not hyper tonight like you usually are."

"I'm just trying to figure out what we should do tonight, that's all."

DB chuckled. "Oh, indecisive, are we? Don't worry; I'll be sure to think of something. Perhaps we could, uh,"

DB sat down on the floor before raising one of his legs in the air, showing off his big foot.

"How 'bout a foot job? We haven't done one of those in a while, and I know that your cock has been waiting too long to be massaged by my feet..."

Rickie looked down at DB's yellow soles-DB was a black lizard, but parts of his body, such as his chest, stomach, soles, groin, and the underside of his tail were yellow-and moaned softly. DB's feet were huge and very soft to touch. Rickie remembered the one night where he spent well over ten minutes just nuzzling his warm feet and licking them. He also put lotion on them all the time and washed them thoroughly in the shower. DB grinned and pressed his giant foot against Rickie's shaft, rubbing it up and down Rickie's black balls and cock very slowly. Rickie closed his eyes as another soft growl emerged from the back of his throat. His penis started to become erect, making DB grin even wider.

"Or maybe you'd like to take a gander at me this time around, hmm?"

DB removed his foot and leaned backwards a bit before grabbing his buttocks and spreading them apart. Rickie looked down at the lizard, moaning again when he saw him in such a perverted, submissive position. He could see the reptile's pink tailhole right there, waiting patiently for someone to shove their dick inside of it. DB giggled again, still grinning.

"Or maybe you just want to watch tonight? I'm sure you'd love to have me fap in front of you before cumming all over your chest. Wouldn't you like that, pup?"

Rickie watched as the reptile wrapped his right hand around his yellow cock and started to caress it. As the Berner observed the reptile grinning and rubbing his length, his previous apprehensive thoughts were beginning to drift away. So what if DB was obdurate sometimes? So what if he was a sloppy kisser and had bad breath? So what if he called him a bitch all the time? He'd be lying to himself if he said DB wasn't a sexy lizard. And he had such a shiny cock... Rickie smiled and licked his lips.

"Ooh, I know! We could try the "Oral Yin Yang," where I pin you against the wall upside-down and we give each other blow jobs!"

Rickie frowned. The Oral Yin Yang was both a difficult and tiring sex position. The Berner had done the move twice before, and both times he almost broke his neck because his partner didn't hold him up properly. He'd be better off having DB shove his fist up his ass.

"We'll just stick with the normal routine for tonight."

Rickie forgot how fast DB was. The second he finished saying "tonight," DB sprang to life and shoved Rickie all the way to the couch, making him yelp. Before the dog even had time to adjust himself into a comfortable position, DB snarled and jumped on top of him, staring down into his eyes with another grin on his face. He growled gutturally before sliding his tongue out of his mouth, hitting Rickie in the nose again.

"Now let's do this!" he snarled.

Like always, the lizard spared no time thrusting his hardness right into Rickie's tailhole. He was always so impatient, so rough, and so quick when it came to sex. Even now his primary concern was filling up the dog, and not caring if he was good enough to make Rickie cum too. The Berner wasn't even sure if "thrusting" was the right word to describe what DB did. It felt like someone was shoving a pool stick in and out of his ass, and on top of that, he forgot to grab his bottle of lube. Fuck it, thought Rickie, this will end in a few minutes anyway. The Berner stared up at the lizard, his face contorting with each mighty thrust. The lizard had the same expression on his face-a malicious grin-and was panting loudly, exhaling directly onto Rickie's muzzle. Rickie could still smell the foul odor emanating from his mouth, but he ignored it. He told himself he'd give DB breath spray the next time he showed up. The lizard huffed as he repeatedly moved back and forth, his tongue hanging along his jaw as several throatily growls came out of his mouth. He could already feel his yellow cock swelling with ecstasy, awaiting ejaculation. The dog wrapped his arms around DB's waist-he tried to, anyway, but DB slapped them away and pinned him down with his muscular arms, growling and hissing in the Berner's face. Rickie wasn't really doing anything but lying there and taking it up the ass. But despite all of DB's imperfections, the lizard still managed to elicit an erection out of Rickie, and looked down to see his long, hard, black shaft. DB was such a big fan of black cocks-they matched his scales and looked so sleek. Just the sight of them could make him hard in only a couple of seconds. DB actually stopped fucking Rickie just to let his erection grow to its max length inside of Rickie's ass. Once Rickie realized DB was fully hard, he braced himself.

DB pinned Rickie down with his arms again, asserting his dominance onto the dog. Then he got back to thrusting into the Berner as hard and as fast as he could, letting out breathless pants and deep growls that came from the back of his throat. There was nothing Rickie could do but lie there and moan and squeal as much as he could, panting just as hard as the lizard. He could feel his tailhole stretching and loosening so DB's long cock could slide its way inside. Rickie was panting and moaning; DB was snarling and growling, thrusting way too fast in the heat of the moment. The lizard shut his eyes and inhaled sharply as he thrust his entire cock up Rickie's ass, making him whine as if his leg just broke. The dog truly was in pain, but he was also heated and didn't care how much pain he endured, since he knew the end result would be worth it. DB thrust his cock forward several more times, his balls flopping around and making a faint thumping sound, his hot breath being exhaled out of his mouth. He grabbed Rickie's thighs and inhaled again as he started thrust-no, pound the dog. The Berner was amazed at how much energy was built up into the lizard; he probably hadn't cum in the threesome with Terry and Ryslax. His yellow balls must've been full of spooge. Rickie looked up at the panting, grinning lizard as his tongue flicked out of his mouth nonstop. He stopped thrusting for a moment so he could lean forward and sniff Rickie's neck and chest. The Berner felt his nose gliding along his furry, white stomach and neck as the lizard inhaled sharply, breathing in the aphrodisiac like it was cocaine. When the lizard had finished sniffing Rickie, the dog glanced into his eyes and almost frowned. He could've sworn his eyes changed colors-they were yellow when he entered his apartment, but now they were red and fiery. Rickie was hoping that they only changed color because of the strong Dragon-scented powder, but that had happened before and usually foreshadowed that DB's fury was forthcoming. Rickie braced himself even more, but at this point, it wouldn't help him.

The lizard snarled viciously and thrust his whole shaft deep into Rickie's tailhole, making him yip loudly. Without pausing for even a second, he did it again, and again, and again, and again. He was thrusting so hard the Berner could feel more pain swarming around his pelvis and was praying that DB didn't thrust to a point where he sprained something. DB was hissing and snarling ecstatically and furiously, like a feral jungle cat. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. DB didn't care if Rickie came, but as he looked down at his black cock, he knew it would only be a matter of time. As DB slammed his dick up Rickie's tailhole, the dog noticed that he was sliding off the couch. He tried to push DB back with his legs and arms, but the lizard shoved them away. He tried to call out his name, but the only noise that came out of his mouth was high-pitched yelps and moans. By the time DB did realize they were sliding off the couch, it was too late. They landed on the floor with a seismic thud, stopping their sodomy for short moment. But once DB realized that he was still on top of Rickie, and that his cock was still plugged up his butt, he grinned and continued. The lizard's groin and thighs kept smacking against Rickie's own pelvic region, making both animals moan with jubilation. Rickie's cock was throbbing and leaking a bit of pre on his stomach, full of sperm. He could feel the lizard's cock leaking a little too, but he wasn't ready to cum just yet. Rickie tried to wrap his arms around DB's neck so they could gaze into each other's eyes and make the situation just a little more sensual, but DB slapped them away again, and hissed in his face with a leering grin. The lizard thrust his hardness forward three times with loud huffs, making Rickie squeal. The Berner suddenly arched his back and spasmed as he came all over his midriff. He could feel the torrents of white goo splashing all over his fur as his cock swelled and released its load. DB stopped for a short moment so he could watch the Berner ejaculate, but once all the cum was gone, the lizard went back to sodomizing the dog. Rickie could tell that the lizard was getting ready to cum soon too, and knew his rectum would be full of the reptile's spooge. But DB needed just a bit more stimulation so he could finish up. He bent down again and deeply inhaled Rickie's strong scent-powder a second time. The Berner glanced at DB's eyes again once he finished inhaling and realized that they were even redder than before. A bull couldn't have stopped DB from doing what he was about to do. The lizard grinned and hissed right in Rickie's face, his tongue flapping against his muzzle repeatedly. The Berner moaned as DB thrust into his hole several more times, inflicting an intense combination of agony and bliss. DB let out roaring-growl before shouting abruptly as he spasmed. The Berner yelped and shut his eyes as the reptile's cock swelled and delivered a hot supply of cum into his ass. DB exhaled loudly as he came and felt much of the tension in his scrotum going away. Rickie opened one of his eyes and looked at DB, trying not to giggle. DB always looked like he just got through taking a huge shit when he came; Rickie had no idea that cumming was that reliving. Then again, he only made that face when he hadn't cum in several days, so chances were he didn't ejaculate during the threesome with Terry and Ryslax.

Once the lizard finished, he exhaled again and panted softly, the fury in his body gradually lowering, his eyes changing back to yellow. DB became to relax as his heartbeat started to slow down again, and he grunted as he scooted backwards and pulled out of Rickie. Legs still in the air, the Berner promptly squirted out the lizard's spooge and stained his carpet with several thick blotches of reptilian goop. DB shot a full load into Rickie; the puddle of sperm left on the carpet was almost the size of his paw.

"Still haven't changed, pup. Hope I wasn't too hard on you."

Rickie sat up and groaned, feeling much pain in his scrotum and anus.

"No...no...you were always this...rough to begin with," said Rickie, panting.

DB chuckled before his tongue flicked out of his mouth. "That's true, pup."

The lizard got to his feet and grabbed his boxers and nylon shorts and began to slide them back on, preparing to leave the Berner's apartment. Rickie, however, was wincing a bit, still feeling DB's hardness as though it were still lodged far in his rectum.

"So, see you again this weekend?"

Rickie nodded. "Good," DB said, before chuckling, "I can't wait."

The reptile stared at Rickie with a leering grin before he walked over to the door, opened it, and left the apartment. As Rickie sat there, rubbing his butt with his left paw, he began to understand what was different about DB: he wasn't Ganley. That's why he had been feeling weird the entire week. Everyone who had some form of sexual contact with him was not Ganley Hudson. None of them were otters (well, there was that black otter, but things got weird when he told Rickie he was into Cleveland Steamers), none of them were as shy as Ganley, none of them had the same scent as Ganley, none of their cocks had the same musk as Ganley-the list went on. It was like that white otter was the only mammal who truly had a connection with him. He didn't even know what those connections were, or why he felt so strongly about the otter, but he knew he just had to see Ganley again, just one more time. As Rickie began to stand up, his cellphone finally began to ring. The Berner rushed over to the nightstand (stepping into the wet puddle he left on the carpet) and quickly picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rickie, it's me."

"Hey, Ganley!"

Rickie tried not to sound so excited, but he couldn't keep the tone out of his voice. The second he heard the otter, his ears perked and his tail began to wag wildly.

"I was wondering...if you're not too busy tonight, could you come over?"

"Sure, I'm not busy at all," Not anymore, thought Rickie. "Oh, uh, Ganley?"

"Yes?"

Rickie winced. "You don't plan on shoving anything hard up my ass tonight, do you?"

Rickie could picture the otter's white fur turning bright red as he blushed. "No, no. We, uh...we can save that for another night."

The Berner sighed with relief. "Good."