Muriel's Special Gift
by tannim
July 13, 2010

	"Wow, that's windy!" Muriel laughed.

	The wind roared past her, poofing out her tail fur and leaving her long cheek fur streaming behind her in the wind.  The brisk chill of the early April day was quite pleasant soaking through her fur, but she wondered if she should have worn a jacket instead of just her jeans and shirt.  Still, she had a fun time planned and the gym bag she carried on her tail was staying in place despite the wind.

	Hiking was always a relaxing activity for her, especially with a friend, who was lagging behind her as he'd brought too much stuff himself.  A chubby squirrel she'd met in early school.  He was normal enough, though his tail was nearly bare of hair.  With his oddity she'd been happy to talk with him, while young and she trusted him enough for what she wanted to do.  It was also a birthday gift for him, though he didn't know it and his birthday was a couple days away.

	Muriel paused near the top of the hill and waited for him. "Come on, Leslie, it'll be dark before we get there at your pace."

	He looked up at her, his thinner shorter gray fur shifting less in the wind and then grumbled and tried to speed up.  "This stuff is heavy you know." Not bothering to raise his voice. "Where are we going anyway?"

	Muriel pointed to a tree nearby with her left foot.  "Over there... It has a gorgeous view a.  Just a few minutes walking, so hurry up and you'll get to rest sooner.  How much food DID you bring, anyway?"

	She had to ask, that pack on his back was just too big for a simple walk, even if it DID have a good camera in it.  The curiosity had been eating her the whole trip.  He ignored her as they made their way to the tree, and made her wait to find out.

	The tree really did have a lovely view of the area around.  Nice grass grew around it, a couple nicely shaped bushes and small trees behind hid the road beyond the hill.  A small cave loomed just a few dozen yards away where the hilltop extended to a more mountainous area.  With the strong breeze nobody would be about, it was perfect.

	Leslie shrugged off and opened the pack, pulling out the video camera she'd made him bring, which could easily have fit in his pocket!  She peered in and saw a fair number of magazines and rolled her eyes.  Recipe magazines, she should have figured.

	"Now, turn it on and set it up, keep it focused on me."  Muriel said as she walked to the tree.

	The chubby squirrel did as asked and recorded his armless friend dropping her tail to let the bag slip off.  He set up the tri-pod, she pulled her tail out of the bag's strap unzipped it with her toes.  The easily gripped the zipper and tugged it back.  A quick dig around inside it and pulled out a sheet.

	She looked up to smile at the camera, then tossed it down and spread it out with skillful tugs from her feet.  The squirrel girl sat down and reached up with her right foot again to unbutton the front of her jeans.  Leslie looked up from the view finder but she didn't look up to him as she unzipped them after just a moment digging for the zipper.

	Finally she looked up and swished her muzzle in the wind.  "Happy Birthday, Leslie.  I'm giving you a private video this year!"

	She laughed and squirmed out of her pants.  Her left foot pulled the right side down off her hips, her right foot tugged the left down, both feet worked the other's ankle hem until they slid off.  Muriel made sure to roll around more that usual as she took her pants off.  Showing off her butt and thighs was a lot of fun and she wanted to make sure to give her friend a good eye full.

	The girl had worn panties, though they were thin, lacy, and sort of See Through Blue.  Her pubic mound was clearly visible through the tight fabric, which was exactly how she wanted it.  Leslie didn't say a word as he filmed it and kept his silence even as she unbuttoned her shirt with her toes.

	The girl's nimble digits worked each button open quickly and skillfully and it came off with just a few slow tugs. While she had worn panties, she hadn't worn a bra and Muriel proudly lifted her chest as she pulled at the shirt to push her soft bare breasts into the shot more prominently. Her friend still said nothing.

	Still on laying on the blanket, Muriel flexed her leg up to tug on the hem of her panties. She drew them off slowly, then stretched heavily while she tugged.  They slid halfway down her thighs before the squirrel had to use her tail.  She rolled onto her back with legs spread, then worked her fluffy tail tip between her thighs.  A quick flick of the tail and they slid down to her knees, then another flick and they fell to her ankles. The girl stepped out with one foot then playfully kicked them over to her tubby friend and the camera.

	Muriel stood again and turned her face into the wind.  The wind blew over her soft fur, playing with her long cheek ruffs and full tail as she showed off with a playful pirouette.  She bent over to show her sex and butt to him after the second spin.  Her tail arched over her back, exposing her anus and vulva more clearly.  The squirrel laughed and let her tail sag down to the ground before she rolled onto it and looked up at him with her legs spread.

	Wearing only her fur, Muriel dug a foot into the bag and pulled out a thin tube of material.  Leslie couldn't tell exactly what it was at first, though as she stretched it out with both feet he recognized it as a fancy lady's stocking.  The feet area confused him at first, though his eyes did keep drifting up to her shapely pussy and thighs.

	He gulped, losing his composure quickly, while and enjoyed watching her feet working, among other areas of her body.  Her right foot held the hem while her left wiggled a toe into it until the thin material parted enough to let her foot slip in.  He enjoyed a brief glance up at him, her pretty eyes shining as she showed off.  Leslie tried to smooth his face to a blank indifferent look so as to not look too eager, but it was hard while she finished pulling the stocking up.

	Tugging the material so that her toes would slip through the correct holes was a challenge, but Muriel managed it on the first try.  She took a deep breath and lowered her muzzle to kiss her breasts for him before pulling the second stocking out.  The squirrel lifted her legs up into the air to show off her well toned legs as well as to let gravity help work it down over the fur.

	With her new position, her belly seemed cutely chubby as his was while also smooshing her soft chest against it.  Muriel's tail helped her keep her balance and she soon set her legs back onto the blanket.  A quick tug of each stocking to smooth the fabric out and a swish of her face to get the cheek ruffs back where they belonged and she lay panting and looking at the birthday squirrel.

	"Happy birthday, Leslie!" She stared at him hoping he liked the gift she got him, the camera light still on and the camera itself still recording.

	Leslie shifted where he stood, licking his lips.  She giggled and waved with one foot when she saw his bulging pants.  The tubby squirrel still looked stone faced, but a smile soon broke through and he clapped.

	"I love it, Muriel!  I... it's... you're so pretty..." He gulped, she hadn't invited him to do anything other than look and he wasn't sure what she'd allow.

	She was the first real female he'd seen naked and been near, that knew he was there and wanted him to look.  He found himself shy and her her laugh at his sudden blush.  His tail sagged a bit but he saw her expression and decided she wasn't laughing in a bad way.

	"Come on, Les, I'll give you an even specialer present if you drop your pants and waddle over to me." She winked and lifted both feet up.  "I know I can't give you a hand job... but I think I know something just as good."

	Her friend bit his lower lip.  His legs shook, his belly too, as he hurried to yank his pants down.  The white briefs around his large waist dropped a moment later and he did as she asked, waddling cutely to her with his pants around his ankles.  It was worth it, the moment her feet pressed together around his stiff cock, it was so worth it.

	Leslie watched her feet pump steadily over his manhood, FELT it them pump over his manhood.  They were much different than his hands.  He wanted to sag to his knees  but stayed standing for her to have a better angle.  The view of her pussy lips shifting with her legs as she pleasured him, made him even more eager.  Her breath making her chest heave, her lips parted and panting, her amused smile as she saw how silly he looked enjoying her, it was all too much for the male.

	Leslie felt her cup his balls with her right foot while her left stroked over just his glans and he lost control.  His shaft pulsed, his jaw drooped, eyes clenched, his cock let loose a strong spray of cum over Muriel's chest and belly.  He hadn't lasted more than a minute and a half.  The squirrel's cock sagged from embarrassment, though the pleasure still raged for another second, and he felt humiliated.

	"That was sweet, Les... Hey, don't feel down." Muriel spoke soothingly. "Come on, you can lay next to me and we can cuddle... until you're ready to go again."

	His cheeks blazed, but she didn't seem to be making fun of him.  He dropped heavily onto the blanket next to her and enjoyed feeling her lean against him.  The tubby squirrel enjoyed her kiss on his cheek more, then her whisper into his ear more still.  His hands hesitantly stroked her womanly mounds, growing more enthusiastic when she pushed into them, and touched a female for the first time.

	"It's your birthday, you can touch." She leaned against him. "Just don't think you're going to get it in me."

	Leslie didn't think about food for the whole afternoon.  His hands were too busy to eat and his loins were well satisfied by Muriel's feet and mouth.  He felt in a daze throughout the day and night.  All the while the camera light stayed on recording his favorite birthday gift ever... One he would enjoy many times to come.