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The Tongue's Function

Ganley was amazed at how he managed to go without meeting or even talking to Rickie. For the past seven days, he had been secluded in his apartment, only leaving to go to work or shopping for groceries. For the past seven days, he had been satisfying his lustful urges with his horde of pornography. Ganley wanted to beat Rickie at his game; he didn't plan on calling the Berner first. He wanted to see if Rickie would crack and become so "lonely" that he was forced to call Ganley, but the otter was just sick and tired of using his paw every night. So he finally broke down and dialed Rickie's number. He was sitting on his couch watching TV in the living room, trying to keep any perverted thought out of his mind so he wouldn't get a boner. But even as he sat there and watched another ad for Progressive car insurance, the otter could feel a small hill forming in his black track pants. After he struggled to keep his penis flaccid by imagining horrible, disgusting thoughts, someone knocked on his door four times. The otter got off the couch cushion and walked over to the door, shutting one eye and using the other to look through the peephole. He smiled. It was Rickie of course, standing in the middle of the hallway swishing his tail left and right. He didn't look like himself though; the Berner seemed to be more excited than usual. Ganley unlocked the door and opened it up so he could let the dog in.

"Hey, Ganley! What's up?"

Now that's strange, thought Ganley. He's not looking down at my crotch yet.

"Oh, nothing, just watching some television."

"At 12:37 in the morning?"

Ganley chuckled. "Well, it's not like I'm eight any more. I don't have a curfew."

The otter shut the door after Rickie walked inside. The Berner sighed and started to scope out the apartment, sniffing vehemently. Ganley raised an eyebrow.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"You smell that?"

"No, what?" said Ganley meekly, thinking that Rickie noticed he hadn't showered since yesterday morning.

Rickie flared his nostrils and took a huge whiff of Ganley's living room again. Once he finished, he sighed pleasurably and turned around so he could look at the otter.

"Otter, Ganley! All I can smell in this room is the scent rolling off your fur!"

"Oh...well, if you want, I-I can go hop in the shower-"

"No, no, no, no, that's-that's a good thing, Ganley. I like your scent."

Ganley blushed. "Seriously? I didn't even shower last night. A couple of dogs at work even complained that I stank. Actually, I think you're the first canine-Berner, anyway-who said I smelled nice."

As Ganley was talking to Rickie, the Berner slowly approached him and sniffed his muzzle. He smiled afterwards and chuckled.

"I like your fresh breath, too."

"Well, thank you, Rickie." said Ganley, trying not to blush again.

"I never realized until earlier tonight that one of my fuck-buddies does not smell...pleasant."

"Oh, dear. I don't suppose it was a skunk or musk ox?"

"No, of course not; I already know those creatures stink in the first place."

Rickie sighed and sat down on Ganley's sofa. In some ways, the Berner actually felt embarrassed that he didn't notice DB's pungent scent before.

"It's a lizard."

Ganley scoffed. "You're just now realizing they smell funny?"

"Well, yeah! There's this friend of mine-fuck-buddy, anyway-who is this sexy ass lizard, right? He's got wonderful sleek, black scales with a yellow underside, a huge, yellow cock, a muscular, well-toned ass, and he just looks so...so ravishing. God, his body is so smooth-"

"Can we skip past all that?"

"Huh? Oh, right." Rickie coughed. "Well, despite all that sexiness and dominance, I didn't realize until about an hour ago-we usually fuck each other on Saturdays, and he was on top this time, unfortunately-that he has really bad breath."

Ganley couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl once he heard that comment. Rickie frowned.

"What's so funny, man?"

"And you're just now realizing this! God, I can't believe you were so incredulous!"

"I was what?"

"Rickie, all reptiles have something off about them," said Ganley, and sat down next to Rickie. "Mammals and reptiles don't really mix. Oh, sure, yeah, there's always gonna be that one couple at a bar or that one couple in the theater or that one couple kissing each other in a formal restaurant, but for the most part, I don't see very many reptiles dating mammals, or any species with fur. I bet that lizard stank too, didn't he?"

"It's not that he stank; it's just...you know how musk is alluring?"

"Yeah."

"The lizard's scent was the exact opposite. It was more of a back-the-fuck-off scent, not a come-stick-your-cock-up-my-ass scent."

"I bet he was abrasive, too, wasn't he?"

"Oh my God, he was!" chuckled Rickie, sounding like a girl in high school. "Everytime we try to talk, it has to be about fucking and blow jobs and foot jobs-"

"Foot jobs?"

"I'll tell you about those later. But he's always so, 'Hi, Rickie. Let's bang!' I mean, last time I saw him, we just said hi and the next thing I know he's grabbing my dick!"

"I once knew this blue alligator back in high school, God, he was almost drop-dead gorgeous. And he was always sweet to everybody and he loved homosexuals even though he was bi, and he had these awesome muscles-if you saw him, you would tell yourself that you would at the very least speak to him."

Ganley sighed contently, having brief flashbacks of the muscular, passionate alligator he knew back in high school. "And then he fucked me."

"So, what was the problem?"

"The same thing that was wrong with your lizard! He smelled unattractive when he was in heat, he was too abrasive, and the sweet and loving demeanor he had before just drifted away and he turned into this mindless fuck machine. It was like-"

"-all that mattered was that he came inside of you-"

"-as quickly as possible! And it was so strange because-"

"-he was a sexy beast whom you wanted to be dominated by. But then-"

"-it didn't turn out the way I expected."

"That was basically what I went through with my fuck-buddy. So what happened to the gator?"

Ganley shrugged. "Guess he moved somewhere. It's disturbing that a reptile was the one who stole my virginity."

Rickie grinned widely and started to chuckle to himself. "You were a virgin before you had sex with him?"

"Yes." said Ganley.

Rickie's chuckles soon turned into vociferous laughs. The Berner leaned back on the couch and rolled around, while Ganley blushed and balled himself up a little.

"Stop laughing!" he said, almost whining.

"I'm sorry! It's just, out of all the species on this planet, you lose your virginity to a reptile!"

"If you had seen him you would've lost your virginity to one, too, and you know!"

Rickie stopped laughing and sighed. "Yeah, probably."

The otter stared at the Berner and began to relax. Okay, so he's a little annoying, thought Ganley, but at least he's not acting like a reptile or my ex. He seems to care about me a little. The white otter scratched the back of his head and flared his nostrils a little, grimacing when he smelled something odd in the air, something like musk and burning wood.

"Are you okay?"

"Why?"

"You smell like you were involved in a fire."

"What..." Rickie sniffed some of the fur on his arms and his armpits and sighed exasperatedly. "Damn, I forgot to shower. My friend likes it when I wear the Dragon-flavored scent powder."

"I know the feeling. My ex used to wear this, uh, think it was pine or tiger-flavored scent powder. It was amazing when we were in bed...completely forgotten about all the stress in my life when I got one whiff of that powder..."

Ganley stopped talking and looked down at the couch cushion, his tiny ears tilted back. Rickie could see that the otter was remembering some bad memories he had with his mate, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"What happened to you guys anyway?"

Ganley glanced back up at Rickie. "Huh? Oh, I prefer not to talk about it..."

"Well, what did he look like?"

"Rickie, I just said-"

"I know, I know, but can you at least tell me how, y'know, sexy he was? Given our relationship, that's not personal, right?"

The otter ran a paw through the fur on his scalp. "No, I suppose not. When I first met him, he was this great, big, brown kangaroo. He had a thick tail, big ears and feet, and a chubby stomach. He had the physique of a bear, to be honest. Every morning I would wake up and just glomp him and bury my head into his pudgy belly."

Rickie moaned softly and grinned. "So how was he in bed?"

"Like you were back in that locker room. Shame I never had a chance to dom him; his ass was huge. But after months went by, he started to change. He lost his job; he started to drink and gamble; he gained weight; he started to hang out a gay strip clubs instead of coming home to please me. His bills got so bad that the city shut off his water, and he went weeks without showering or bathing himself."

"There's nothin' wrong with a funky 'roo sleeping next to you in bed. I bet his musk was stronger than ever..." said Rickie, still grinning.

Ganley huffed. "I left him because he didn't care about me any more, because he couldn't even take care of himself. I left him because he started looking at other guys, sometimes when I was standing right next to him."

Rickie shrugged. "His loss. He's the one missing out on such a beautiful, fat butt."

Ganley giggled. "...Strange, you're talking a lot more than I anticipated."

"That's a bad thing?"

"No, no, but I just figured once you got here we'd get right down to fucking or you teaching me another paraphilia...it's nice to talk to furs like you."

Rickie grinned again and rubbed a paw against his crotch. After he mentioned Ganley's fat butt, he began to fantasize again and imagined what it would be like if he could give the aquatic mammal a nice, firm ass massage. But then he realized that he didn't have to sit there and just dream about ass-play with Ganley. The otter was sitting a foot away from him; all he had to do was get him to turn around and drop his pants.

"Let's stop talking for now, Ganley. I think it's time we get a bit more intimate."

The otter flicked his eyes down and saw the Berner's bulge. He smiled.

"Sure, but what do you want to do tonight? You told me you don't want me to do anything that involves your anus."

"No, but we can do things involving your ass," said Rickie, as he scooted closer to the otter with a grin.

"Wh-What does that mean?"

"Stand up. Don't worry; I'm gonna loosen up your tailhole a bit more easily this time around."

The otter was still unsure of what Rickie was implying, but he nodded slowly and stood up in the middle of the living room. Rickie walked behind him and stared at his butt for a short moment before he got on his knees and chuckled.

"Tonight, I'll teach you about rim jobs!"

"You mean...when someone bends over and gets a tongue under their tail?"

"So you have heard of this!"

"My ex would not stop asking me to give him one. Mind you, his ass is nice and large, but it smells awful. Isn't rimming unhygienic anyway?"

"Ganley, an ass is an ass. Of course his butt stank. And why would you care? Just last week you let me French-kiss you when my mouth was full of your semen."

"That's true."

"How's about I give you a rim job, and we'll see if you feel like paying me back?"

"All right. I gotta say I've never had someone shove their tongue inside me before...at least, not down there."

"That's what tongues are for, honey: licking."

"But I thought rimming-"

"Shut up and pull your pants down."

Ganley wanted to ask more, but he figured that Rickie would answer his questions via demonstration, like he did with snowballing. The white otter grabbed his waistband with both paws and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his bare bottom to the Berner. Rickie smiled and leaned forward, exhaling his warm breath onto the otter's buttocks. He grabbed each bulbous ass cheek with both paws and growled softly, grinning as far as his face would let him. The Berner exhaled again and caressed each cheek very slowly, feeling how soft and warm they were. He leaned forward and nipped the otter on his left buttock before slapping him on the right, making him yip a little. He growled again when he saw Ganley's ass jiggle a bit. The Berner could feel the bulge in his pants rising, but his goal was to satisfy Ganley tonight, not himself.

"Bend over," said Rickie softly.

The otter did as instructed, and gradually bent over before lifting his tail as well. Rickie's mandible dropped. His ass looked even bigger with his tail out of the way, and he could smell the musk buried deep within the hole. The Berner leaned forward and flared his nostrils a few times. Ganley's musk was so enticing, so natural, and it wasn't too strong either. Rickie did notice that his musk was a bit stronger than usual, but he remembered that the otter hadn't showered for an entire day. He didn't mind at all; Rickie fell in love with Ganley's fat, musky ass. The canine dabbed his ass crack with his muzzle and inhaled softly, before moaning and growling pleasurably. Rickie closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, gliding the lingua against the otter's sensitive area. Then he moaned again and started to lick the otter's ass. A soft shudder was emitted from the otter; Ganley was surprised by how wet and slimy the dog's tongue was. It felt so dirty and stimulating at the same time. Ganley didn't know if Rickie was enjoying this, but he knew he was. As the Berner's warm tongue continued to caress his hole and the surface of his buttocks, Ganley could feel his penis extending over time. He smiled and shuddered again, still unsure why he was enjoying this so much.

"Mmm," moaned Rickie quietly.

The dog placed his paws on each buttock and shoved his muzzle further inside the crevice in the otter's ass. Ganley shuddered so much Rickie could feel him vibrating. His fur was sticking up a little, like he had goose bumps. His erection was long and hard, already close to leaking a small amount of pre. The otter moaned and smiled widely with his eyes closed. He grabbed his cock with his left paw and began to rub his shaft back and forth very slowly. Simultaneously, Rickie would drag his wet tongue along Ganley's tailhole, absorbing the musky pheromones. The Berner couldn't understand this euphoria. Why was he so happy and stimulated? He had rimmed dozens, possibly hundreds of other furs before, some of whom had asses even fatter than Ganley's. But this otter...there was something about him that made his mind swirl. It was like when DB was sodomizing him, but it had the opposite results. Rickie loved how shy and cute the otter was. Rickie loved the otter's scent, which was much more invigorating that DB's. The Berner would be lying to himself if he didn't feel like pouncing Ganley and licking him all over his face when he entered his apartment, like a common mutt would. He just felt so cheerful when he was in the aquatic mammal's presence. And if that wasn't good enough, he was finally getting a taste of his ass...his musky, chubby, fat ass.

"Oh...oh, Rickie," panted Ganley, as he started to masturbate faster.

The dog let out what sounded like a growl and a messy slurp before he shoved his muzzle even further inside Ganley's tailhole. His nose was practically buried within the otter's hole, and his tongue was rolling itself around his pucker and even went inside a few times. Ganley let out a shudder again as he felt the tongue go in. He couldn't stop masturbating as he felt his hardness reaching its maximum length in his left paw. Rickie was licking Ganley's hole with glee, noisily snorting and slobbering a bit as his tongue moved up and down. The canine inserted his tongue into Ganley's actual hole and moistened his anus, substituting his own slobber for lube. With any luck, Ganley wouldn't be so tight the next time he fucked him. The otter let out a couple of short, soft moans as he felt the dog's tongue inside of him. He wouldn't stop shuddering as the tingly, stimulating sensation crawled up his spine and made his fur stand up. He'd be lying if he said it was as good as sex, but it was so much quieter, and dirtier than standard sodomy. It was also much more pleasing than fellatio, even though he was using his own paw again. Rickie snorted again and started to lick Ganley even more, drowning his taste buds with the aquatic mammal's musk. The Berner took one of his paws off the otter's ass cheek and zipped down his pants before pulling them down just far enough so his erect cock was exposed. As he licked and emitted muffled growls, he used his left paw to stroke his shaft. Ganley was doing the same, although he was moaning and exhaling more voluminously than Rickie was. Pre was oozing out of his cock and sliding down the glans; Ganley never realized that something as simple as licking someone in a sensitive area could lead to masturbation, and pretty soon, ejaculation.

Rickie slapped the otter on his buttock again and started to rim Ganley much faster and deeper now, grinding his lingua along Ganley's pucker so hard the otter could've sworn he felt his teeth. The otter began to stroke his shaft faster now as he felt Rickie's slimy tongue and hot breath on his hole. His cock was beginning to throb now; Ganley wished that Rickie had done this back in the locker room, instead of shoving him against the lockers and fucking him so hard it hurt. He could see why his ex-boyfriend was so adamant before. Rickie pulled his muzzle out a bit and nipped Ganley on the butt again (not the hole, his buttock) before growling and slapping his adjacent one. It seemed like no matter what Rickie did, it only fueled Ganley's urge to paw off. The otter kept rubbing and rubbing as Rickie licked and licked until the dollop of precum began to drip down to the carpet. Ganley was sure he was going to cum soon, and with any luck, he could return the favor for Rickie. He shut his eyes and started to pant even louder as the dog cleaned and moistened his hole, whilst he was also stroking his own black cock. The dog shoved his muzzle even deeper into Ganley's posterior so he could bury his olfactory senses in his musk. If only his cock and balls were this musky, thought Rickie, then everything would be perfect. As the Berner began to imagine what it would be like bending over and sniffing the aquatic mammal's strong-scented crotch, he moaned again and used his right paw to rub Ganley's luscious testicles. Ganley looked down and could see the paw massaging his orbs, which made his paw off even faster than usual. Another thin trail of precum was coming out of his dick; Ganley moaned and panted as he neared the climax. Rickie knew what was about to happen too, and decided to play a little trick on Ganley. He stopped stroking his own penis and stopped licking the otter for only a short moment so he could lick one of his fingers. Then Rickie grinned widely, and promptly shoved his wet finger inside Ganley's hole with an audible squishy noise. Ganley yelped when he felt something hard but equally slimy go up his butt, and it wasn't until he felt Rickie's claw that he realized it was a finger. Nevertheless, Ganley spasmed and came all over the carpet, shooting several torrents of white semen all over the floor. When Ganley finished and let go of his throbbing, soon-to-be flaccid dick, he spasmed again when he felt Rickie move his claw a little, teasing him.

"Rickie, could you not-"

Ganley yelped again when Rickie grazed his rectum. The Berner giggled.

"I just love the way you otters jump when I do that." he said, before removing his finger.

The otter lowered his tail after Rickie backed away and turned around to see him pulling his own pants down.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, you already got me worked up. Least you could do is help me cum, right?"

"You mean you want me to...rim you?"

Rickie turned around and sighed heavily as he bent over and raised his tail. "That's right, Fish Breath."

Ganley started to press his fingertips together, feeling discomfiture again. "I'm, uh, I'm not so sure if I'm the right furry who should be rimming you."

"Relax, Ganley. It's not like it's gonna bite you."

"Well...okay..."

The white otter walked closer to Rickie and got on his knees so he could see the Berner's buttocks. His weren't as big as Ganley's, but the otter had to admit that they looked firm, and he wouldn't mind giving them a slap every once in a while. The smell was a different story. Ganley knew it was probably due to the scent powder, but Rickie's ass stank. Either the musk was too strong or he hadn't cleaned out his anus for quite some time.

"C'mon, Ganley! What's the hold up?"

"Rickie, I'm not sure I should do this."

"I told you, Ganley, it's an ass. Of course it's dirty and of course it smells. Just ignore those two concepts and rimming's very easy to do, and it's fun."

The Berner bent over even further and grabbed each buttock so he could spread them apart from each other, revealing his hole. Ganley sighed and shook his head. It's only a rim job, he thought. I'll just brush my tongue when I'm finished. The white otter leaned forward with his mouth open and tongue hanging out, ready to lick Rickie's hole clean. And then Rickie passed gas into Ganley's mouth. The otter instantly groaned with disgust and leaned backwards, almost falling to the floor as though someone had just punched him. He started to cough and hack, trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth. Rickie just collapsed to the floor and started laughing hysterically. He wasn't planning on doing that to the otter, but that didn't make it any less humorous. Sure, he'd apologize, but only after he got all his laughs out.

"What the fuck was that for?!" shouted Ganley with disgust and annoyance.

The Berner let out a couple more laughs before he started to breathe heavily and began to calm down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but that was just too damn funny! Did it go in your mouth?"

"Yes!"

Rickie stifled a few laughs, but when he saw the look on Ganley's face, he just had to start guffawing again. Ganley stared at the Berner as he pinched his nose with two fingers. How could someone like Rickie be so sexy and alluring one minute, and so adolescent and flippant another? He knew that Rickie cared, and he knew that Rickie truly was sorry. But he sure as hell didn't seem like he was showing any remorse.

"Are you finished?!"

Rickie let out some more short chortles before he finally took a long, deep breath and exhaled. "Okay, I think it's all out of my system. And, no, I did not mean to do that on purpose."

Ganley started to calm down. "Oh."

"Let this be a lesson to you to always ask what your partner ate before you rim them. Unfortunately for you, I ate a bunch of spicy tacos tonight."

"...Won't your customers-or, uh, the other furs you have sex with think that's odd?"

"I am speaking from experience, Fish Breath. If you do not ask what someone ate or if they have some sort of bowel disorder and you try to rim them without being informed of it first, things can lead up to scat-play very easily."

"Scat-play?"

"I knew this muscular, chubby beaver a while back, and he liked it when I cleaned out his tailhole. It didn't really get him up; he just liked to feel my tongue scraping around his hole. Anyway, one night, I head over to his house, and I start rimming him, like always. What I didn't know was that he had been suffering from diarrhea for the entire week-"

"Stop."

Rickie nodded. "You have no idea how long it took me to get the taste-"

"I said stop." said Ganley, more firmly this time.

"All right, all right," he said, standing up and pulling his pants back up. "So, should we do this again sometime soon?"

"What, rimming?"

"No, I mean us. You'll call me whenever you want to see me again, right?"

Ganley smiled. "Of course I will."

After answering, the otter noticed that the dog was smiling at him, not grinning, and his tail was wagging from side to side. Rickie seemed to be playful this time around, as opposed to just erotic, like last time. He looked like a puppy.

"Okay. Well, I guess I'll see you next time."

"Try not to fart in my mouth again, please."

Rickie chuckled and said, "I won't."

As the dog began to walk out of the otter's apartment, Ganley noticed that Rickie was walking slower than usual, and that he wasn't looking back at him with a grin. He didn't even turn around to look at him until he arrived at the door and said, "Good bye, Ganley."

"Bye, Rickie."

The Berner opened the door and left Ganley's apartment like any normal furry would. He shut the door, and Ganley stood up and walked over to it so he could lock it. In some ways, Ganley felt just like Rickie did: he wanted to see him again for more than just sex, but was too proud to admit it. That's why he didn't call out Rickie's name when he walked out, and vice versa. He didn't even know what was so enticing about the Berner-he had met other canines before who were just as sexy as he was, and were certainly a lot less comical. But for some reason, he wanted to get to know the dog some more. He wanted to spend a lot more time with him and talk to him about things he could never even bring up with his ex. He wanted to be with Rickie, for more than just rim jobs and hand jobs and fellatio and sodomy.

It was right then that Ganley realized that his relationship with Rickie could no longer be solely sexual.