{"sf1_id":551948,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Candi, a Gray Muzzle story","author":"Gray Muzzle","words":2806,"posted_at":"2013-06-16T19:05:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bikini","Cute","Feral","Heat","M/F","Mating","Niplles","Nudity","Oral","Poodle"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/551948-candi-a-gray-muzzle-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/551948","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=551948\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Ever wish you could see an old flame again? Better be careful what you wish for....","content":"\"Hi!\"\n\nNo sooner had I opened the door when she rushed in, a flurry  \nof color and motion. Though she was barely 2/3 my size, she almost lifted me  \noff the floor with her hug.\u0026nbsp; Now, you  \nmight think that with a reception like that,\u0026nbsp;  \nthat this was my girlfriend, or at least a long lost relation. No, she  \nwasn't, at least not exactly.\n\nI've known Candi forever. We were in the same elementary  \nschool, and were in the same classes through High School. Not that we were  \nfriends or anything. Candi was way out of my league. A Poodle hybrid, she  \ncolored herself this warm, glowing shade of pink. When I think of the word  \n'cute' Candi is the picture formed in my mind. Her name was Candace, but  \neveryone knew her as 'Candi', the 'I' of which was always topped with a little  \nheart. Everything about her was soft, warm, fuzzy, and just plain adorable.  \nWhen she asked to borrow a pencil, her voice changed octave several times. But,  \nshe never asked to borrow a pencil. She always had a bag of giant pink ones,  \ntopped not by an eraser, but by a plume of pink maribu.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFortune smiled years later, when Candi and I hooked up. We  \neven dated for a while. Sadly, it was\u0026nbsp;a pairing that was doomed from the start.  \nCandi was a bottomless pit of emotional neediness. I am a writer. My odd hours,  \ndays at the computer meeting deadlines and absent minded cluelessness would  \nnever meet her needs. And they didn't. She wandered off one day, and it was  \ndays or weeks before I noticed. I figured that she found someone who made a  \nnice pet of her.\n\nSo, it was more than a little surprising to find her at my  \ndoor.\u0026nbsp; Actually, she was in my living  \nroom by the time I realized it. Time had been kind to her. She was every bit as  \ncute as I recall. Wearing a white halter top with pink sparkly trim, and a tiny  \nskirt made of incredibly soft pink sweatshirt material, she was a sight for  \nsore eyes.\n\n\"To what do I owe this distinct pleasure of your company?\" I  \nasked, trying my best to be suave.\n\nCandi sat down in a small barrel chair across from me,  \npulling her legs to her chest in an incredibly adorable little girl way. I must  \nhave frowned, because she picked up on it immediately.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What's the matter?\" she asked. \"Oh this?\"\n\nShe stood, and pulled up her skirt.\n\n\"See? It's got little shorts underneath.\"\n\nIndeed it did. I just sat there, taking it all in. They WERE  \nshorts, and they certainly WERE cute. Cuter still were her shapely little legs,  \nand the thick, curly fur spilling out from their bottom.\n\n\"You were looking to see if I was wearing panties!\" she  \ndeclared with mock reproach.\n\n\"Well, ARE you?\"\n\nShe smiled that smile.\n\n\"Of COURSE, silly!\"\n\nWith that, she pulled the shorts aside to reveal a pink  \nbikini crotch, molded perfectly to the cleft of her girly parts.\n\n\"See? I've got my bikini underneath.\"\n\n\"So, going for a swim today?\" I inquired.\n\n\"Well........\" She gave me that look, the look that tells me  \nshe's looking for something. Her eyes lowered, a fingertip to her lips, she  \nbegan her pitch.....\n\n\"It's SUCH a nice day, it seemed a shame to waste it! Then I  \nremembered that you had a pool......\"\n\nIndeed I did. A rather nice one at that. At least the condos  \nI live in did. Writing has been good to me. Without the distractions of kids,  \nor female company, I threw myself into my work. Now, I'm no Hemmingway, but I  \ndo a lot of magazines, websites, and trade publications. In between, I enter  \ncontests and competitions. With all that work came a certain level of financial  \nsecurity. I live in a nice condo community. Right on the ocean, great view. In  \nthe center, it has this fake lagoon, palm trees, waterfall and stuff. Not that  \nI see it, but it's nice to know it's there.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sure. You'll need this card to get in.\" I reached to the  \ncoffee table, and removed the security card, and went to hand it to her.\u0026nbsp; She frowned.\n\n\"Awwwwww,\" She was pouting. \"I hoped that you'd join me.\"\n\nI thought about it for all of about half a second.\n\n\"Sure. OK.\"\n\n\"YIPPEE!\"\n\nShe gave a little jump, and headed for the patio door. I got  \nup to follow, wearing only the cutoff sweat pants that I sleep in. With their  \nsoft fleece lining, it negated the need for underwear.\n\nIt was a bright sunny day. Even though it was June, it was  \nstill a bit cool. There was no one at the pool. This wasn't unusual for a  \nTuesday morning, when most folks were at work. When we arrived at the pool,  \nCandi began to undress. Wiggling out of her skirt, she let it fall to the pool  \ndeck, revealing\u0026nbsp; the vivid pink bikini  \nbottom of which I'd just gotten a peek. It perfectly followed her every curve,  \nfrom the cleft of her pussy to the cheeks of her delightful ass, the separation  \nof which peeked delightfully out the upper limits of her suit. The bottom had  \nruffles, which added to her little girl cuteness. She then slipped the halter  \ntop over her head, flinging it to a nearby lounge chair. I could then see that  \nthe top of her swimsuit matched its bottom. Now, Candi was a natural hybrid. She had  \npartial body fur. Her upper body was covered in fur, in the traditional Poodle  \ncut. This gave her some shape, as she didn't have human breasts. Even though  \nshe lacked breasts, Candi's nipples were hard, and pink, and clearly visible  \nunder the fabric of her top. She stood at the edge of the pool, no doubt for  \neffect.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Come on!\" she motioned.\n\n\"Thanks, I'll watch.\" I relied settling into a deck chair  \nwith my paper.\n\nShe came over, and grabbed my wrist.\n\n\"Come ON!\"\n\nShe was pulling my arm with all her might. I might have won  \nthe tug of war, but I was pretty sure my bad shoulder would cry 'Uncle!\" before  \nshe gave in.\n\n\"Ok, OK, you win.....\"\n\nBefore I could cross the deck, she gave one last wicked tug,  \nlanding me in the chilled water.\n\n\"Why....you....\" I sputtered.\n\nShe had fallen in with me. Standing face to face, her paws  \non my shoulders, she leaned in, sticking her long pink tongue in my ear.\n\n\"You always were cute when you were mad.\"\n\n'Cute' of course was Candi's supreme compliment.\u0026nbsp; With that, she swam off.\u0026nbsp; Candi was a powerful swimmer. Using a frog  \nkick, she move powerfully and silently, at the same time giving me an  \nincredibly view of her thighs and crotch. Once wet, the pink bikini grew semi  \ntransparent, giving a clear view of her fur, and what was beneath it. It was a  \nMAGNIFICENT sight. Watching Candi swim was like a pole dance in the water, a  \nfact not lost on my male parts, now threatening to expose themselves  \ninvoluntarily.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs she swam, my mind wandered back to earlier times, How  \ncould I have ever let this vision of lovliness go? In response, I ran through  \nall the reasons I gave myself at the time- bad for my work, an emotional vaccum  \ncleaner, an endless pit for someone's time and affections. But, was I being  \ntruthful? Was it really that neediness I feared, or was I frightened that she  \nwould leave me, and that I'd never recover? Was it better to walk away, rather  \nthan lose my heart to her?\n\nI must have still been lost in thought when she came up  \nbehind me.\n\n\"Hey.\" she whispered in my ear. \"Thinking big, important  \nthoughts? Or were you staring at my ass?\"\n\n\"Uh, am I allowed to plea the fifth?\"\n\nShe put her arms around me.\n\n\"I am FREEZING! I thought it would be warmer than this......\"\n\nShe WAS cold; the nipples pressed hard into my back were  \nproof of that.\n\n\"I could make us some coffee.....\"\n\n\"Coffee? I thought you'd never ask.\"\n\nWith that she turned and grasped the edge of the pool.  \nPutting one leg up, she hoisted herself from the pool in one motion, giving me  \na perfect view of the bikini bottom that had migrated up her ass. Ignoring me  \ncompletely, she adjusted it, before offering me a hand. She threw a towel over  \nher shoulder, stepped into her sandals, and grabbed her bag.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Been keeping yourself busy?\" I asked, as I poured water  \ninto the coffee maker.\n\n\"I work at Macy's,\" she began, \"It doesn't pay so much, but  \nit's like being at the Mall all the time. I lifeguard at the 'Y' nights and  \nweekends.\"\n\nI handed her the cup of coffee.\n\n\"Mmmmmmm,\" she purred. \"I needed that\" she responded, drinking  \nthe warm beverage in deeply.\n\n\"But I'm still freezing.\"\n\nI looked at her, standing there in a puddle in her wet  \nswimsuit.\n\n\"Maybe you should get out of your wet things.\"\n\n\"Maybe you're right....\"\n\nWhile I watched in awe, she reached down, and pulled the  \nbikini top over her head. She held it on one finger, at arms length, before  \ndropping it in the puddle on my kitchen floor. Without a word, she hooked her  \nthumbs on the back of her bikini bottom, freeing her tail, before the scrap of  \npink fabric fell limply at her ankles. She flicked it off deftly with her toe.\n\nCandi stood naked in the middle of the kitchen. I stood  \nthere admiring her naked form, glimmering in the morning sunlight. In addition  \nto her impressive fur on her upper body, I could now see her lower cut. Her  \nlower trim was something like boy shorts, except the center, over her sex was  \nshaved clean.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, are you going to just stand there gawking, or can you  \ndry me off?\"\n\nShe extended a towel draped over her finger. I took it.  \nStanding face to face, I began to towel her back. As I did, she met me with a  \nkiss.\n\nNow, as a romance writer, I've described many a kiss. Never,  \nhowever one like this. The moment our tongues touched there was a heat, a passion  \nI'd never felt. She was breathing in short panting breaths. I suspect that I  \nwas as well, though I was far too preoccupied to remember. My hands were  \nrunning the towel on her back; she locked me in her embrace. I'm not sure how  \nlong it lasted; one of us must have come up for air.\n\n\"Are you going to keep going, or do you plan to stop at my  \nupper back?\" she asked playfully.\n\nAt her challenge, I began slowly and methodically to dry  \nevery inch of her. I began with her neck, then fully dried and fluffed her  \nupper chest. I took her nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were soft, like warm  \nbutter now. She let out an audible sigh as I sucked at first one, then the  \nother. When I did, she stiffened ever so slightly, her breaths becoming more  \nrapid. Not wanting to move too quickly, I returned to drying her off. I  \nmotioned her to bend over the breakfast table. She complied. Her tail was very  \nstraight and erect, exposing both her sex, and her pucker. Taking the end of  \nthe towel, I circled it slowly and deliberately, while using my free hand to  \nstroke her tail. My hand encircled it, stroking it up and down, in the way one  \nmight administer to the male part. As I did, I could hear her moan, softly at  \nfirst, but then with more intensity. It was then that I became aware of her paw.  \nShe was stroking her own sex. Getting down on my knees, I began licking her  \nfingers as she did. This sent a shudder through her own body. As her motions  \nbecame more intense, more focused, more desperate, I stopped. I moved her hand  \nfrom her sex. Reaching down, I picked her up without resistance. Cradling her  \nin my arms, I carried her to my bedroom. It was a mess, unmade bed, covers  \naskew, but at this point neither of us cared.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lay her gently in the center of the bed. She looked up at  \nme lovingly.\n\n\"You're not planning on stopping now, are you?\"\n\nI shook my head in the negative. I pushed down on my wet  \nshorts. Free of the wet garment, my manhood swung free. She took it in her  \nhands and held it, as one might admire a flower. While she did, I reached into the  \nnightstand for a foil packet. She took my hand. There was this look of fear, or  \nfear combined with sadness on her face.\n\n\"NO.....Sorry; I mean no, not this time....please?\"\n\n\"But.....you're in season.......\"\n\nI had had my suspicions before. When I licked her fingers, I  \nknew for sure. Candi was in heat. Everything confirmed this one, unassailable  \nfact. But that wasn't the question. No, the issue was what I was going to do  \nabout it.\n\nShe squeezed the hand holding the packet.\n\n\"Please.........\"\n\nShe had that look; the one she had whenever she wanted  \nsomething badly.\n\n\"Candi, Surely you know what this could mean...to both of us.\"\n\nShe nodded, then took my face in her hands.\n\n\"I know.\u0026nbsp; And it's  \nalright. I'm OK with it. \"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow, it was up to me. She looked up, waiting, with those big  \nhopeful eyes. I put the packet on the nightstand.\n\n\"You can still stop this, OK? I mean anytime......\"\n\nShe nodded. Saying nothing, she guided my sex inside her.  \nHer sex, cool and blue earlier, was now hot and bright pink, like the rest of  \nher. There was already a pool of wetness beneath her. She wrapped her legs  \naround me, locking her ankles around my back.\n\n\"God! How I've missed this.....\"\n\n\"I missed it too.\"\n\nThen, we set to the mission at hand. She gave me another of  \nthose incredible kisses, as I went up and down on her, the memories, good and  \nbad flooding back. How it felt like we were back in school, and I was doing it  \nwith the cutest girl in the class. Some of the not so good ones, too. Wondering  \nwhich ones would prevail in the end.\n\nShe started moving, rocking her body. I knew what she  \nwanted. That's when she rolled me onto my back. She whispered in my ear.\n\n\"Lover? Listen to me. You don't have to do a thing. I'll do  \nall the work. Just lay there and enjoy.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a word. Kneeling  \nover me, my cock buried within, she closed her eyes. Playing with her swollen  \nteats, she began to pump herself with my now almost painful erection. Now, I  \nwas determined to let this go as long as I possibly could. So, I did as I was  \ntold. I just lay there as she administered to my needs, and to her own.\n\nOf course, this couldn't go on forever. In spite of  \neverything I did and didn't do, I\u0026nbsp; began  \nto feel it, that feeling we get that says this is going to all end fairly soon.\n\n\"Candi, I.......\"\n\n\"Shhhhhhhh!\"\n\nCandi then lay down on me. She kissed me gently, then set  \nher teeth into my shoulder. It wasn't romantic as much as it was feral, a  \nwarning that this would only end in one way. Feeling her teeth grab my  \nshoulder, while not romantic, was powerfully erotic. She was sweating now,  \nprofusely. Her entire\u0026nbsp; body glistened as  \nshe pumped me forcefully. She must have been reaching climax herself, because  \nshe made these little whimpering sounds, after which she started rubbing harder  \nand harder against me. While we were both very aroused, she was starting to get  \ndry. Each thrust tugged at me harder and harder, until I knew it was  \ninevitable...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Babe, I'm.....\"\n\nShe put her hand over my mouth, not wanting to hear what I  \nmight say. Then, it happened. No longer under my control, my penis declared  \nit's independence, shooting my seed into her deepest places. When she felt  \nthis, she released her grip on my shoulder, instead embracing me tightly.\n\nWe lay like that a long time, neither of us wanting to  \nspeak. She just lay on my chest, purring and kneading. It was almost dark when  \nwe dressed. She put the halter on, then went to put on her little skirt. She  \nstopped, and went to her purse, pulling out clean cotton panties. She went to whisper  \nin my ear.\n\n\"I'm.......never going to wear these again. I'll never wash  \nthem. They'll be my way to always remember this. \"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}