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An Interesting Voicemail

"Are you seriously going to be gone for over a month?" Candy whines not looking forward to Molly leaving.

"Yes, it's shooting for a movie in another country... it's going to take a while." Molly sighs. His tail droops behind him and his ears aren't perked up. He doesn't like seeing Candy upset.

"I'm going to miss you so much..." Candy looks distraught.

"It's for the best. I'll come back home with bunches of money and more acting experience. It'll be good." Molly tries to brighten Candy's mood.

"I know. I know." Candy sighs and his ears perk up a bit, "Just promise me you'll bring me back some souvenirs."

"Of course, I promise I'll bring you something back." He grins down at him and he bends down and pecks Candy's forehead. "Goodbye, dear. Love you bunches."

"Buh bye." Candy has to hug him before letting him go. Deep down he knows the month is going to feel like an eternity as he watches his lover go.

~~~

Candy is sat in the living room on the couch, holding a mug of tea wearing his favorite white robe. He takes a sip and the sound of the tv meshes together as his thoughts slip somewhere darker. It's only been a week since Molly has left him, he feels helpless. He tries to shake his head to get rid of the intrusive thoughts but they start to win him over. He sets the mug down and undos his robe to expose more of his skin to the cool air around him. His ears twitch as he reminds himself the tv is on, maybe that could distract him. He sets his eyes on the screen and tries to focus.
The thoughts return, his tail flicks and he clenched his jaw.
He gets up and takes a shower to wash it away.

~~~

It's been two weeks now. Candy is sat in his bedroom reading a book about psychology. A topic that's always interested him but he's never had any desire to pursue a degree in. As he mulls over the words they start to blur together till he is no longer taking in their meaning. His thoughts trail once again to a darker place. He lets out a soft sigh. The last he's felt this way he felt a sense of being ashamed. He decides not to think of it that way this time around. He gets up and finds a little camera and props it on the dresser in front of the bed.
'If I'm going to feel this way I might as well make it worth my time...'
He presses the record button and backs away. His legs bump against the bed and he sits down. He slowly takes off his shirt, then his pants, then his underwear. He moves a hand to his dick and presses his thumb against its tip. His mind wanders to a darker place. He jacks off in front of the camera, letting out low moans of pleasure. It doesn't take long for him to cum. As pressure is released his tail twitches and his breathing hitches. He looks down at his messy hand and then at the camera lens. He moves his hand up to his mouth and licks the cum off his fingers.
"Tastes bitter sweet..."
He mutters. He gets up and turns the camera off.

~~~

3 weeks. Candy is once again in bed. This time watching horse videos on his phone. He admires their beauty. He likes to wish he looked more like them. He would adore to have their beautiful manes, their luscious tails, and their perfectly sculpted asses. Unfortunately, he doesn't really have those qualities. Molly claims Candy's ass is pretty but Candy simply believes that Molly is delusional to think any part of him is pretty in the first place. His thoughts drift away from the horses as his thoughts shift to Molly. His perfectly sculpted body and lovable dog like personality. Candy doesn't have a clue how he scored such a wonderful partner. He couldn't ask for anyone better...
'His jaw, so sharp and strong... his muscular body... the way he's so full of wonderful expressions... his soft hands... his soft fur... his massive dick.'
He makes himself blush thinking about Molly. His thoughts stray into darkness. He wants that feeling again. The feeling of something deep in his ass.
He gets up and digs in his bed stand's drawer and finds his vibrator and lube. He remembers the camera he's left out from before and he goes and presses its button to start recording. He crawls onto the bed and undresses. His breathing grows uneven as he frees himself from his clothes, his dick hard from his dirty thoughts, his nipples pecked from being exposed to the cool air.
He hurriedly puts the lube onto his fingers and he lays back, his ass pointed to the camera. He forces two fingers into his ass and his leg twitches and he clenches his jaw. He feels himself out and curls his fingers ever so slightly, he eventually adds a third. His breathing becomes more unsteady as he lets his body transition from slight pain to pleasure. When he feels he's done enough for himself he removes his fingers and finds his vibrator. He coats it in lube and clicks it on. His ears involuntarily point towards it, the faint hum bouncing in his eardrums. He licks his lips and then pushes it into his ass.
"Oh fuck~" he groans, his fingers feeling as if they did him no justice. Once he's pressed it all the way in he doesn't hesitate to press his fingertips against his partially wet cock. Pre-cum slides down his length. He jerks himself off, moans escape him as he does so. "Ah~ fuck-" his body writhes as he releases, his head tilted back. His breathing is shaky and he takes a moment to himself before he looks down at his mess. His ears twitch as a few times and he lets go of his dick and slides it to his ass and slowly removes the vibrator. He flicks it off and lays back on the bed for a few minutes.
"God I miss you baby..." he whines out loud. He then remembers the camera and forces himself up off the bed. He walks over and clicks the camera off.