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A black silhouette of shapes lay before Desmond. He turned his head from side to side trying to figure out what everything was and as the sun rose it slowly morphed into a tangled mess of limbs and fur. The feet out at impossible angles with a long tail weaving through the clutter. A tongue lazily hung out the side of the mouth that curled then straightened every so often as if it had a mind of it's own. The fur, mattered and wild, almost began to glow as he watched. He thought of how comforting the sight of this Venkat was. Chani, mess of limbs and fur, love of his life.

As the pads on the foot paw standing bolt upright came into focus his mind filled with the memory of when he had first met this little Venkat. Desmond had been on one of is long walks to get some peace from the taunts of his clan members when he came across Chani. She had been resting underneath an old tree on the bank of the Mauri river. Her body still very vivid in his memory, She had been the strangest thing he'd ever seen. That tail - wrapped around the tree as if it was embracing it in a loving hug. Those ears - swaying back and forth as if dancing to a song only they could hear and that face - just smiling. But then she had turned to him and kept smiling and said "Are you just going to stand there you big green bugger, or are you coming over to say hello?"

She had been resting her feet from a long trek; they were blistered and sore. Desmond did not know exactly what had prompted it but he had offered to carry her on his back. He was used to long treks and having this little creature for company would be nice. They travelled for months together, seeing things Desmond did not even know existed and meeting new creatures. Most of the time they spent talking. Chani liked to talk, and more and more she began to talk about him.

Desmond had never been one to make the first move, but this morning he would, he would show his Chani how much he loved her, but he could not do it with her awake. He had to think too much when she was awake, and her words could be so confusing when he tried to talk about it. He'd tried yesterday and she'd said something about his height with that same smile she gifted him when they first met. Then something else with a dead serious expression about trees and immediately after something completely different with words he didn't even know the meaning of. He got left behind in a string of sentences he did not understand,and Chani knew this. She knew, and they always started with that smile.

She liked to tease him, and really, he liked it too.

He focused in on her breathing. Her chest raised and lowered, and every few breaths a little snuffling noise would escape her mouth. That tongue still lounging out the side...

God everything that comes out of Chani's mouth is so confusing.

His mind slowly drifted off, as if her tongue wanted to hypnotise him, but in time snapped back to the task at hand.

Focus Desmond!

Nervously, he lent forward and gently licked her neck.

No reaction.

He gave Chani another lick and pushed his nose softly into her neck.

Still no reaction.

Moving his tongue to her chin he gave it a little nibble.

Nothing.

Sitting back, his confidence shaken a little, Desmond returned to watching her breathing. He counted the snuffles between each breath. One to every five he thought. Chani was still fast asleep and he had to figure out a way to change this... without allowing her to start talking.

Yesterday Desmond had sought advice from his older brother Simon on what to do. It had not gone at all as Desmond expected with angry shouting about "Not wanting to hear about it" and "Why are you asking me, I'm not Chani". Desmond had continued to console in his brother until he finally got a "Just lick her and see what happens" out of him.

Just lick her.

He got up and moved to sit behind her tail. Watching his Chani for a few seconds more, Desmond picked up the remainder of his resolve and stretched his neck over her tangled body until his nose met with hers. He gently nuzzled against it while beginning to lick at her muzzle with long, strong motions.

Her breathing remained constant.

Desmond continued to lick, working his way down the underside of her muzzle. Making some licks longer and more forceful than others.

One to every five.

He reached her collarbone and listened, replacing his licks with gentle nibbles at her neck.

Chani had begun to made a different snuffling noise.

He returned to the base of her neck and pushed his tongue deep into her fur. He did this in slow, forceful motions, working his way down to the long fur sticking out over her top. Moving his head to the base of her singlet top he squeezed underneath and continued licking.

Chani's snuffling had changed, they were now time with his licks, he had kept count. Desmond stopped licking just above Chani's hips and began to gently nibble at the downy fur there. Looking back up he realised how oddly straight her body had become. Well, oddly straight for a Venkat. It was as if his licking was uncoiling her and it made him feel quite proud.

Returning to his task he pushed his tongue firmly into her belly. Desmond began to lick back up her body to try again, when suddenly Chani's belly was violently pushed upwards. His nose ending up buried in fluff and saliva almost causing him to sneeze. It had given him quite the shock and he pulled back quickly to try to understand what had happened.

Cocking his head to one side he noticed her right arm had shifted to behind her back. Desmond looked at her perplexed, her arm fidgeting around until it reappeared with the strings of her undergarment in tow, as well as the rest of it.

Desmond looked down at his love. Even when asleep she was not subtle, but he finally understood what Simon had meant and a flow of embarrassement filled his face.

Why couldn't I have figured out that's what he meant..

He pressed his nose deeply into her belly, and slowly moved lower, keeping the pressure on while watching for a reaction on her face.

But I've done this before, I don't need Simon's advice. I can do this all myself.

The snuffling increased.

Eventually he found his way to her nethers and gave it a gentle kiss. It was warm... and wet. He sniffed it, it had a smell that Desmond couldn't describe, sweet but subtle, inviting.

His stomach growled.

Images of those wonderful cherry pies Chani makes filled his head as saliva began to pool in his maw. Those large, whole cherries, that warm puff pastry, the smile on Chani's face when he asked for more.

Focus Desmond! Focus! Just lick her.

He pushed his tongue gently against her folds - she squeaked.

Desmond sniffed a bit more and followed up with two short licks, repeating the pattern until he felt fur brushing up his neck. Chani's tail coiled up and around to the back of his horns, tightening, pulling him down closer. He gave Chani a deep lick with his tongue in response.

She moaned.

I know what you want Chani.

Desmond raised a fore paw for stability and held onto Chani's tail, bracing himself as he began to lick her faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her scent filling his nostril's, her fluid's coating his tongue, her moans and squeaks encouraging him to keep going. He continued licking his love, changing his technique to suit her moans, figuring out exactly what brought her the most pleasure.

I love you Chani.

Suddenly her tail tightened around him, and his tongue became stuck in the vise like grip of Chani's nethers. It pulsed with pleasure, squeezing and releasing in a rhythmic fashion around his tongue, building in intensity. Desmond closed his eyes andjust went with it, teasingly trying to push his tongue a little deeper every time it was released until it truly became stuck. His heart skipped a beat at the irrational fear of his tongue being trapped there forever until the sound of Chani climaxing brought him back. A long, cute squeak escaped her lips and tapered off into heavy breathing and the relaxation of her nethers muscles, freeing Desmond. He looked over his brow at Chani's face and slowly raised his head, keeping his tongue sticking out with a cheeky grin. She stuck out her own and curled it a little.

"Good morning Desmond. Hungry?"

Then that smile appeared on Chani's face.