Following the familiar trail, you crest the final hill and grin as Roth's cabin comes into view at a distance. Unlike most gnolls in the area, Roth doesn't live in a cave, hollow tree, or hole in the ground, but in a fully furnished and well-built (albeit messy, just the way he liked it) cabin. It had been vacant for months by the time he found and claimed it, and by the time the original owners had returned for their summer vacation no amount of bleach could have cleared the smell from the floorboards and furniture, not to mention that the eight foot tall gnoll who had claimed it had no intentions of leaving. In any case, you were glad he had a proper home that you could visit, smelly as it is, rather than having to spend time in some sort of makeshift shelter.
As you cross his official border, you get a lungful of fresh gnoll dung. As gross as it is, spending time around Roth has given you a much higher tolerance to bad smells, so much that even on a bad day you can handle the background stench of his territory. In fact, you've even come to be able to recognize his smell, and while you don't like breathing it in, it certainly does bring forward memories of your continued friendship.
You jogged down the hill, careful to avoid the piles of poo dotting the trail, and made your way across to his porch and front door. You took a breath of the now strong, revolting, yet still familiar smell of your friend, and quickly rapped your knuckles on the front door.
"Who is it?" Roth called from within the home.
"It's me, Roth. Open up" you reply.
"Joshua!" You can hear him bounding to the front door, but then stop just shy of opening it. "Wait a minute, how do I know it's really you?" He inquired in a playful tone.
"It's me, man. You know what my voice sounds like."
"I don't knooooow...", he continues, to your exasperation. "Do you know the password?"
"Roth, you know as well as I do that there's no pass-"
"Nope, that's not it!" he giggled.
You sighed. He was not going to give this up.
"Is it... 'Roth, is my best friend, let me in'?"
"Nooooooo... try again!" he replies,
"Is it... 'If Roth doesn't let me in, he's not getting any of the food I packed'?"
"Nope!" You can practically hear his tail wagging; he can be such a child sometimes. Still, you know what he wants,and it sounds like he's sticking to his guns.
"Is it... 'I love sniffing Roth's stinky tailhole'?"
"YOU DO? Why didn't you just say so!" In a flash, he throws open the door and pounces on top of you, knocking you flat on your back and squatting directly on your face.
A bit dazed, you hold your breath and wait for him to get off of you.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he exclaims."You just said you love sniffing my butt, but I don't feel any sniffing down there. Are you SURE you're my friend?"
You look straight ahead and grimace. Hovering right above your face is his smelly rump; smelly, matted, with a tailhole that has never been wiped and enough dingle berries to make a horse jealous. Still, as nasty as it it, you can't hold your breath forever. Mustering up all of your courage, you push your nose onto his tailhole and inhale.
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