Muriel's Long Hot Summer
by tannim
December 14, 2009

	"Need... Cool..." The squirrel panted. "Go Away..." She mutter at the hot sun beating down on her without a cloud in the sky.

	Her legs dragged as she trudged down the street.  The walk had seemed like a good idea at the time, but the summer heat sapped her energy something fierce.  So close as she stumbled to the door and paused, tail lashing behind her.

	Muriel leaned back and lifted her right foot up.  She was flexible enough with her legs and proved it as she easily grasped the key hanging around her neck with her bare toes.  The girl pulled on it, stretching the elastic cord, and slid the key into the door lock.  A twist of her foot, a tug on the still turned key, and the door opened for her.  She twisted back and slipped it out before stumbling through into the blessed cool of the air conditioning.

	Her fur was matted with sweat and the cold air made her shiver but she loved it.  That was the one good thing about high summer, she decided, coming in out of it into the cold air indoors.  She thought about it briefly on her way to the kitchen and climbed up onto the stool to sit under the ceiling fan for a few minutes.  The air drying, the cool air drying, felt great as it blew through her fur.  The breeze made her long cheek ruffs dance on either side of her face, making her giggle in random amusement  from the fluttering movements.

	As she sat there enjoying the air she unbuttoned her blouse with her feet.  The well anchored stool flexed under her as she leaned back, well balanced by her tail.  Muriel gripped the bottom of the blouse with her right toes just under the bottom button, then gripped the fabric next to the button with her left toes.  She worked the button out after a few seconds fumbling with her agile toes and bent forward to make the next easier.  All five buttons took nearly a minute.

	The squirrel thrust her chest forward and let the cloth fall to the floor.  Her breasts were bare underneath and the breeze blowing down over them felt great.  The sweat dribbled down her modest cleavage and trickled down from underneath each mound before it ran down her belly fur.

	She stood up and unbuttoned her pants with her toes just as she had with her shirt, though this time she used each foot one at a time while standing on the other.  The zipper was easier than the button and Muriel swished her hips left and right slip out of them.  The sweaty fabric took more effort to get off but with enough swishing and tail flicking she got them to slid down to her ankles.  A quick step out and she sat back again, legs spread to let the cool air drift over her steamy pubic mound.

	She eyed the fridge.  Then eyed the low cabinet.   Feeling more than a bit lazy she muttered to herself as she had to get up to fetch her favorite mug.

	"Damn it, I washed it last night." Smirking to herself for forgetting after looking in the cabinet.

	Muriel lifted her left foot without looking over to it and grabbed the mug out of the drainer with her toes.  She set it on the counter nearby and walked to the fridge.  A quick grab with her right foot pulled out the ice tea.  Again she set it down on the counter, after spinning to face it on one foot, and let the door close itself. 

	The squirrel sat on the stool, lifted the half gallon pitcher, and poured the tea into the mug.  She giggled when she saw the horrible grin on the green dragon's mug on her mug.  His small glasses barely visible on the logo of Tannim's face.  It was such a silly horrible grin, she loved it.  That grin fit the weird dragon perfectly.

	She picked up a long flexible straw from the carton on the counter and flicked her tail in satisfaction as she lifted it to her lips and sucked it down.  Muriel laughed as she remembered his comments about always loved the idea of her sucking him off.  The squirrel hadn't gotten the joke at first.  But when she put her lips to his straw and sucked his tea from his mug... she spluttered it back out laughing.  They'd both had a good laugh then.

	Muriel especially liked drinking it naked... because he wasn't there to enjoy her attentions or the obvious innuendo.  She wiggled her toe in the handle and lifted it up in a thank you toast to him.  He'd turned her on to tea and she'd been drinking it since. So much better than soda, even if she DID have to make it herself.