# Candi, a Gray Muzzle story

Author: Gray Muzzle
Tags: Anal, Bikini, Cute, Feral, Heat, M/F, Mating, Niplles, Nudity, Oral, Poodle

Ever wish you could see an old flame again? Better be careful what you wish for....

"Hi!"

No sooner had I opened the door when she rushed in, a flurry  
of color and motion. Though she was barely 2/3 my size, she almost lifted me  
off the floor with her hug.  Now, you  
might think that with a reception like that,   
that this was my girlfriend, or at least a long lost relation. No, she  
wasn't, at least not exactly.

I've known Candi forever. We were in the same elementary  
school, and were in the same classes through High School. Not that we were  
friends or anything. Candi was way out of my league. A Poodle hybrid, she  
colored herself this warm, glowing shade of pink. When I think of the word  
'cute' Candi is the picture formed in my mind. Her name was Candace, but  
everyone knew her as 'Candi', the 'I' of which was always topped with a little  
heart. Everything about her was soft, warm, fuzzy, and just plain adorable.  
When she asked to borrow a pencil, her voice changed octave several times. But,  
she never asked to borrow a pencil. She always had a bag of giant pink ones,  
topped not by an eraser, but by a plume of pink maribu.

 

Fortune smiled years later, when Candi and I hooked up. We  
even dated for a while. Sadly, it was a pairing that was doomed from the start.  
Candi was a bottomless pit of emotional neediness. I am a writer. My odd hours,  
days at the computer meeting deadlines and absent minded cluelessness would  
never meet her needs. And they didn't. She wandered off one day, and it was  
days or weeks before I noticed. I figured that she found someone who made a  
nice pet of her.

So, it was more than a little surprising to find her at my  
door.  Actually, she was in my living  
room by the time I realized it. Time had been kind to her. She was every bit as  
cute as I recall. Wearing a white halter top with pink sparkly trim, and a tiny  
skirt made of incredibly soft pink sweatshirt material, she was a sight for  
sore eyes.

"To what do I owe this distinct pleasure of your company?" I  
asked, trying my best to be suave.

Candi sat down in a small barrel chair across from me,  
pulling her legs to her chest in an incredibly adorable little girl way. I must  
have frowned, because she picked up on it immediately.

 

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Oh this?"

She stood, and pulled up her skirt.

"See? It's got little shorts underneath."

Indeed it did. I just sat there, taking it all in. They WERE  
shorts, and they certainly WERE cute. Cuter still were her shapely little legs,  
and the thick, curly fur spilling out from their bottom.

"You were looking to see if I was wearing panties!" she  
declared with mock reproach.

"Well, ARE you?"

She smiled that smile.

"Of COURSE, silly!"

With that, she pulled the shorts aside to reveal a pink  
bikini crotch, molded perfectly to the cleft of her girly parts.

"See? I've got my bikini underneath."

"So, going for a swim today?" I inquired.

"Well........" She gave me that look, the look that tells me  
she's looking for something. Her eyes lowered, a fingertip to her lips, she  
began her pitch.....

"It's SUCH a nice day, it seemed a shame to waste it! Then I  
remembered that you had a pool......"

Indeed I did. A rather nice one at that. At least the condos  
I live in did. Writing has been good to me. Without the distractions of kids,  
or female company, I threw myself into my work. Now, I'm no Hemmingway, but I  
do a lot of magazines, websites, and trade publications. In between, I enter  
contests and competitions. With all that work came a certain level of financial  
security. I live in a nice condo community. Right on the ocean, great view. In  
the center, it has this fake lagoon, palm trees, waterfall and stuff. Not that  
I see it, but it's nice to know it's there.

 

"Sure. You'll need this card to get in." I reached to the  
coffee table, and removed the security card, and went to hand it to her.  She frowned.

"Awwwwww," She was pouting. "I hoped that you'd join me."

I thought about it for all of about half a second.

"Sure. OK."

"YIPPEE!"

She gave a little jump, and headed for the patio door. I got  
up to follow, wearing only the cutoff sweat pants that I sleep in. With their  
soft fleece lining, it negated the need for underwear.

It was a bright sunny day. Even though it was June, it was  
still a bit cool. There was no one at the pool. This wasn't unusual for a  
Tuesday morning, when most folks were at work. When we arrived at the pool,  
Candi began to undress. Wiggling out of her skirt, she let it fall to the pool  
deck, revealing  the vivid pink bikini  
bottom of which I'd just gotten a peek. It perfectly followed her every curve,  
from the cleft of her pussy to the cheeks of her delightful ass, the separation  
of which peeked delightfully out the upper limits of her suit. The bottom had  
ruffles, which added to her little girl cuteness. She then slipped the halter  
top over her head, flinging it to a nearby lounge chair. I could then see that  
the top of her swimsuit matched its bottom. Now, Candi was a natural hybrid. She had  
partial body fur. Her upper body was covered in fur, in the traditional Poodle  
cut. This gave her some shape, as she didn't have human breasts. Even though  
she lacked breasts, Candi's nipples were hard, and pink, and clearly visible  
under the fabric of her top. She stood at the edge of the pool, no doubt for  
effect.

 

"Come on!" she motioned.

"Thanks, I'll watch." I relied settling into a deck chair  
with my paper.

She came over, and grabbed my wrist.

"Come ON!"

She was pulling my arm with all her might. I might have won  
the tug of war, but I was pretty sure my bad shoulder would cry 'Uncle!" before  
she gave in.

"Ok, OK, you win....."

Before I could cross the deck, she gave one last wicked tug,  
landing me in the chilled water.

"Why....you...." I sputtered.

She had fallen in with me. Standing face to face, her paws  
on my shoulders, she leaned in, sticking her long pink tongue in my ear.

"You always were cute when you were mad."

'Cute' of course was Candi's supreme compliment.  With that, she swam off.  Candi was a powerful swimmer. Using a frog  
kick, she move powerfully and silently, at the same time giving me an  
incredibly view of her thighs and crotch. Once wet, the pink bikini grew semi  
transparent, giving a clear view of her fur, and what was beneath it. It was a  
MAGNIFICENT sight. Watching Candi swim was like a pole dance in the water, a  
fact not lost on my male parts, now threatening to expose themselves  
involuntarily.

 

As she swam, my mind wandered back to earlier times, How  
could I have ever let this vision of lovliness go? In response, I ran through  
all the reasons I gave myself at the time- bad for my work, an emotional vaccum  
cleaner, an endless pit for someone's time and affections. But, was I being  
truthful? Was it really that neediness I feared, or was I frightened that she  
would leave me, and that I'd never recover? Was it better to walk away, rather  
than lose my heart to her?

I must have still been lost in thought when she came up  
behind me.

"Hey." she whispered in my ear. "Thinking big, important  
thoughts? Or were you staring at my ass?"

"Uh, am I allowed to plea the fifth?"

She put her arms around me.

"I am FREEZING! I thought it would be warmer than this......"

She WAS cold; the nipples pressed hard into my back were  
proof of that.

"I could make us some coffee....."

"Coffee? I thought you'd never ask."

With that she turned and grasped the edge of the pool.  
Putting one leg up, she hoisted herself from the pool in one motion, giving me  
a perfect view of the bikini bottom that had migrated up her ass. Ignoring me  
completely, she adjusted it, before offering me a hand. She threw a towel over  
her shoulder, stepped into her sandals, and grabbed her bag.

 

"Been keeping yourself busy?" I asked, as I poured water  
into the coffee maker.

"I work at Macy's," she began, "It doesn't pay so much, but  
it's like being at the Mall all the time. I lifeguard at the 'Y' nights and  
weekends."

I handed her the cup of coffee.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "I needed that" she responded, drinking  
the warm beverage in deeply.

"But I'm still freezing."

I looked at her, standing there in a puddle in her wet  
swimsuit.

"Maybe you should get out of your wet things."

"Maybe you're right...."

While I watched in awe, she reached down, and pulled the  
bikini top over her head. She held it on one finger, at arms length, before  
dropping it in the puddle on my kitchen floor. Without a word, she hooked her  
thumbs on the back of her bikini bottom, freeing her tail, before the scrap of  
pink fabric fell limply at her ankles. She flicked it off deftly with her toe.

Candi stood naked in the middle of the kitchen. I stood  
there admiring her naked form, glimmering in the morning sunlight. In addition  
to her impressive fur on her upper body, I could now see her lower cut. Her  
lower trim was something like boy shorts, except the center, over her sex was  
shaved clean.

 

"Well, are you going to just stand there gawking, or can you  
dry me off?"

She extended a towel draped over her finger. I took it.  
Standing face to face, I began to towel her back. As I did, she met me with a  
kiss.

Now, as a romance writer, I've described many a kiss. Never,  
however one like this. The moment our tongues touched there was a heat, a passion  
I'd never felt. She was breathing in short panting breaths. I suspect that I  
was as well, though I was far too preoccupied to remember. My hands were  
running the towel on her back; she locked me in her embrace. I'm not sure how  
long it lasted; one of us must have come up for air.

"Are you going to keep going, or do you plan to stop at my  
upper back?" she asked playfully.

At her challenge, I began slowly and methodically to dry  
every inch of her. I began with her neck, then fully dried and fluffed her  
upper chest. I took her nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were soft, like warm  
butter now. She let out an audible sigh as I sucked at first one, then the  
other. When I did, she stiffened ever so slightly, her breaths becoming more  
rapid. Not wanting to move too quickly, I returned to drying her off. I  
motioned her to bend over the breakfast table. She complied. Her tail was very  
straight and erect, exposing both her sex, and her pucker. Taking the end of  
the towel, I circled it slowly and deliberately, while using my free hand to  
stroke her tail. My hand encircled it, stroking it up and down, in the way one  
might administer to the male part. As I did, I could hear her moan, softly at  
first, but then with more intensity. It was then that I became aware of her paw.  
She was stroking her own sex. Getting down on my knees, I began licking her  
fingers as she did. This sent a shudder through her own body. As her motions  
became more intense, more focused, more desperate, I stopped. I moved her hand  
from her sex. Reaching down, I picked her up without resistance. Cradling her  
in my arms, I carried her to my bedroom. It was a mess, unmade bed, covers  
askew, but at this point neither of us cared.

 

I lay her gently in the center of the bed. She looked up at  
me lovingly.

"You're not planning on stopping now, are you?"

I shook my head in the negative. I pushed down on my wet  
shorts. Free of the wet garment, my manhood swung free. She took it in her  
hands and held it, as one might admire a flower. While she did, I reached into the  
nightstand for a foil packet. She took my hand. There was this look of fear, or  
fear combined with sadness on her face.

"NO.....Sorry; I mean no, not this time....please?"

"But.....you're in season......."

I had had my suspicions before. When I licked her fingers, I  
knew for sure. Candi was in heat. Everything confirmed this one, unassailable  
fact. But that wasn't the question. No, the issue was what I was going to do  
about it.

She squeezed the hand holding the packet.

"Please........."

She had that look; the one she had whenever she wanted  
something badly.

"Candi, Surely you know what this could mean...to both of us."

She nodded, then took my face in her hands.

"I know.  And it's  
alright. I'm OK with it. "

 

Now, it was up to me. She looked up, waiting, with those big  
hopeful eyes. I put the packet on the nightstand.

"You can still stop this, OK? I mean anytime......"

She nodded. Saying nothing, she guided my sex inside her.  
Her sex, cool and blue earlier, was now hot and bright pink, like the rest of  
her. There was already a pool of wetness beneath her. She wrapped her legs  
around me, locking her ankles around my back.

"God! How I've missed this....."

"I missed it too."

Then, we set to the mission at hand. She gave me another of  
those incredible kisses, as I went up and down on her, the memories, good and  
bad flooding back. How it felt like we were back in school, and I was doing it  
with the cutest girl in the class. Some of the not so good ones, too. Wondering  
which ones would prevail in the end.

She started moving, rocking her body. I knew what she  
wanted. That's when she rolled me onto my back. She whispered in my ear.

"Lover? Listen to me. You don't have to do a thing. I'll do  
all the work. Just lay there and enjoy."

 

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a word. Kneeling  
over me, my cock buried within, she closed her eyes. Playing with her swollen  
teats, she began to pump herself with my now almost painful erection. Now, I  
was determined to let this go as long as I possibly could. So, I did as I was  
told. I just lay there as she administered to my needs, and to her own.

Of course, this couldn't go on forever. In spite of  
everything I did and didn't do, I  began  
to feel it, that feeling we get that says this is going to all end fairly soon.

"Candi, I......."

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Candi then lay down on me. She kissed me gently, then set  
her teeth into my shoulder. It wasn't romantic as much as it was feral, a  
warning that this would only end in one way. Feeling her teeth grab my  
shoulder, while not romantic, was powerfully erotic. She was sweating now,  
profusely. Her entire  body glistened as  
she pumped me forcefully. She must have been reaching climax herself, because  
she made these little whimpering sounds, after which she started rubbing harder  
and harder against me. While we were both very aroused, she was starting to get  
dry. Each thrust tugged at me harder and harder, until I knew it was  
inevitable...

 

"Babe, I'm....."

She put her hand over my mouth, not wanting to hear what I  
might say. Then, it happened. No longer under my control, my penis declared  
it's independence, shooting my seed into her deepest places. When she felt  
this, she released her grip on my shoulder, instead embracing me tightly.

We lay like that a long time, neither of us wanting to  
speak. She just lay on my chest, purring and kneading. It was almost dark when  
we dressed. She put the halter on, then went to put on her little skirt. She  
stopped, and went to her purse, pulling out clean cotton panties. She went to whisper  
in my ear.

"I'm.......never going to wear these again. I'll never wash  
them. They'll be my way to always remember this. "

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