The Wrestler- A Gray Muzzle story
The Wrestler A Gray Muzzle Story
Daisey walked the long dirt road to her rural Texas home. She pulled open the screen door, and threw her books on the table. Once inside, she rummaged in the refrigerator for a drink, then flopped onto the sofa, and started flicking the remote through the one hundred fifty channels the local cable system offered
"Hello, dear..." her mother offered, followed by a kiss on the head "How was school today?"
"Uh, Ok, I guess."
Daisey clicked on ESPN2, and zoned out.
Poor Daisey. She tried her best. When her parents brought her to West Texas a few years ago, they had promised her it would be a great opportunity. The family left the East Coast, so that her parents, University professors, could move on to new positions. Daisey had no idea how different life would turn out to be. A young Saluki girl, she was the daughter of an American father, and a Persian father. No one had warned her how hard it would be for her to fit in. There were no other Salukis at her school, or even in her town. It was hard for her to make friends. She got teased unmercifully.
"Hey, Daisey! Turn sideways, so we don't have to look at you!" they would taunt.
You see, Daisey was incredibly thin. As a Saluki, that should come as no surprise. But, where the other girls were soft and curvy, she was, well, boney. She wasn't especially well coordinated either. She had this tall, skinny awkwardness about her which made her an easy target for the other children. For the most part, Daisey suffered in silence. She was smart, and a good student. She put everything into her studies. The teachers liked her, because she was quiet and well behaved. But, because she was clumsy, skinny, flat chested, and from the Middle East, she was too tempting a target to ignore.
In the Spring, she found her salvation in track. Incredibly fast, she was easily the fastest runner the school had. In no time, her room filled with medals from track and field, where she excelled at sprints and distance events. There was simply no one in the county who was as fast as she. But, the best part of track was that Daisey got to be with other young hybrids. Sports were very democratic; if you helped the team, they liked you. Her teammates needed the boost that Daisey's speed gave them; with time they came to appreciate her as a person. Soon, she no longer sat alone at the lunch table. She had people to say hello to. Still, she was isolated. Her parents didn't help. Her father, brought up in the Old World, was displeased that she competed in brief little shorts and tops.
"It is not right! It is an affront to God when females go in public like that!"
Her mother would smile.
"Can't you see how happy it makes her? I'm not sure I'd have gone here, had I known how hard it would be. Let her have her happiness!"
Daisey's father loved her, of course. For all of his piety, it was hard for him to deny this pleasure to his only child. So, he's fume, and his wife would talk him down. Daisey tried not to make too much of an issue, by not leaving her track clothes around. In the end, even her father admired her competitive spirit; by the end of the year, she had earned a varsity letter, even though she was only a sophomore. He even attended the father/daughter sports banquet at year's end.
Then, it was over. When classes ended, Daisey returned home. With nothing to do, she hung out around home. Her parents tried to interest her in this or that, but to no avail. She'd run, of course. Sometimes she'd go swimming by herself, but then she's go home and sit around the house. Her parents were grateful when classes once again began. Still, it wasn't the same. You see, there was no track in the fall. There was Cross Country. Again, Daisey was a natural. She was faster than anyone, and she had endurance. The problem was, she missed the camaraderie of the track. And there were no cheering spectators at Cross Country. Daisey remained sad and withdrawn.
One day, at the end of the season, there was a different coach at Cross Country practice. After the session, he came over to talk to Daisey.
"You're pretty strong" the coach observed
"Uh, I guess" she replied, blushing
"How much do you weigh?" the coach asked
Daisey was taken back by his forwardness.
"Um about eighty nine pounds, Sir" she finally responded
"Have you considered wrestling?"
"I didn't know there was a girl's team"
"There isn't."
The two just stared at each other, until the coach broke the silence.
"I know it seems strange, but I think you'd be good. Maybe VERY good. I hope you'll give it a try. Try outs are next week. Think about it."
Daisey thought and thought about the coach's bold offer. She was very nervous, but she had been down for so long, she was willing to try, in hopes that she find the enjoyment she had running track. But she dare not tell her father, lest she be prohibited from competing. The day of the tryouts came, and Daisey nervously headed for the gym.
"Uh, coach? I er, uh, thought about what you said, and I thought that maybe, uh, I'd try."
The coach looked her up and down. Sizing her up, he reached into a box, and tossed her a red garment.
"Suit up. Hit the gym in five minutes" he barked
"Coach? Where do you want me to dress?"
The coach thought for a minute.
Use the girl's room. Make the team, and I'll have the janitor open the girl's locker room for you."
So, Daisey walked down to the girl's bathroom. Standing in the middle of the floor, she took off her top and jeans to put on the uniform. It was a singlet, a form fitting one piece garment for wrestling. But while the coach had picked one long enough for her long torso, it didn't exactly fit. It sort of hung loosely on her skinny frame. When she entered the gym, she could feel all eyes upon her. Because this was a try out, no one was bold enough to say a thing. The coach called the session, and went to explain some wrestling basics, as there were boys who had never wrestled before. After he did, he picked two students for the first matchup. He pulled out a young Beagle, a young male named Trace, and to her surprise, Daisey. He put Daisey on the bottom, and Trace on the top. He then gave the order to start.
Daisey was much taller than Trace. He struggled from behind, trying to get control. As he hopped, futilly, trying to control the match, Daisey got this strange feeling she had never felt before. Something deep within her was triggered by the little hopping Beagle. She was there, wondering what she was feeling when....
"YOU! DOWN THERE! WAKE UP!"
Daisey realized that it was coach, telling her to get going. With her supple back, she reached around, grabbing the surprised Beagle between the legs, and took him down in one swift motion. In a flash, Daisey had Trace back down, on the mat for a fast pin. While she held the struggling Beagle down, she felt that funny feeling again. There was something strange, different pressing against her. Before she realized, the coach tapped her, and pulled them up. Then something strange happened.
"Tray got his ass whipped by a GIRL!"
"What's the matter Tray? Wet your pants?"
Tray's got a BONER!"
The terrified Beagle fled to the locker room.
The rest of the tryout didn't matter much. The coach asked her back. The rest of the wrestlers didn't say a word to her, and no one was anxious to wrestle her. Daisey was left wondering what had happened She felt very bad for Tray, but couldn't stop thinking about when they wrestled. That night, when Daisey put on her little flannel nightgown and went to bed, she thought about Tray, and the wrestling match. She remembered him hopping behind her, and she remembered pinning him to the floor. When she did, she got the funny feeling again. It was an odd feeling, like nothing she had ever known. Just replaying the day in her mind made the feeling come back, almost like when it was happening. She thought about it, again and again. Each time she did, it felt better and better. After a time, she took her big bear, Mr Teddy, and pretended it was Tray. She hopped on Mr Teddy, as Tray hopped on her, then she pinned poor Teddy to the bed. As she did it, again and again, she got this strange feeling. She got all wet and tingly, and then she felt all funny, but in a good way. She collapsed on Mr Teddy, and fell into a deep sleep.
Of course, she had to tell someone about wrestling. After a few days, she talked to her Mom. They both knew that Daisey's Dad would not approve, so, for a time, they kept it to themselves. She told her mother about the uniform.
"Let's take a look" her mother said.
So, Daisey put it on. She stood there, as it hung limply from her bony frame.
"Oh dear." Her mother proclaimed, a hand on each cheek. She looked at her daughter. She then took a mouthful of pins.
"OK. Stand up straight. Let's see what we could do."
And she went to work. Working after her husband went to bed, she trimmed and tucked until she had achieved what she had hoped for.
When Daisey came home from school, her mother was there to meet her.
"Here. Try this on." She said, handing her the red garment.
Daisey took her clothes off, right there in the living room She took off all of her clothes, even her underwear, and slipped the singlet on. Instantly, she knew her mother had done it right. It fit like a glove, with not an inch of extra fabric, giving an opponent something to grab. But, something strange happened. The moment she put it on, her nipples hardened. She got the same funny feeling she had with Tray....and with Teddy.
Still, there was unfinished business. That day at school, she ran into Tray in the hall. Tray sort of grunted 'Hi'; Daisey touched his shoulder.
"Tray? I wanted to say I was sorry about last week. If I'd known, I would have let you win"
Tray blushed.
"Naw, you can't do that. You deserved to win. I'm not sore or anything."
"Still...." Daisey continued "I'd like to make it up to you..."
"You don't have to...."
"No! I'd like to......you know, maybe go out....."
The young Beagle looked down.
"I'd like that. We could go out Saturday?"
Daisey smiled for the first time in a long time.
"I'd like that, too."
Daisey walked on air the rest of the week. She relied on her mother, to smooth things over with her dad. On Saturday, Daisey started getting just after noon. She bathed and shampoo'd her long hair. Then she blew it dry, and combed it out. She did her nails, then picked out what to wear. She selected a white tank top, and a blue denim mini, which she covered with a coat, lest her father see too much. When Tray arrived, she gave her parents a quick kiss, then bolted for the door. They got in Tray's truck, since EVERY young male in West Texas has a truck. It wasn't new, but it was his. She climbed in the cab, and they set off. Tray was smiling.
"I....been thinking about you...." He admitted.
"Me....too!" Daisey giggled
As dates go, it was nothing special. You couldn't tell that by Tray and Daisey. They were entranced by one another. They stared into each other's eyes through dinner at McDonalds. They went to the movies, but their eyes weren't on the screen. She let him put his arm around her shoulder. They were both sad when the show was over.
"I had a really nice time" Tray said.
"Me, too. " countered Daisey.
"Guess I should take you home..." Tray said, with sadness.
"Well, maybe not STRAIGHT home...." She whispered suggestively
A short time later, they were at the lake. Daisey slid up close to her date. Nervous, Tray looked straight ahead.
"Pretty, uh, night....." he offered.
Taking the lead, Daisey kissed him. From this moment on, Tray was putty in the Sluki's paws. They kissed until both were almost out of breath. She lay her head on his shoulder.
"Tray? What was that.....you know, when we wrestled?"
Tray got very uncomfortable.
"Geeze, Daisey! Do we have to talk about that!"
Daisey stroked his face.
"I didn't mean anything bad, honest. I just felt all funny. I didn't know."
Tray gave her a funny look.
"You don't KNOW?" he responded, with genuine surprise.
"No. My parents are really strict. They never told me."
They sat there a while, her head on his shoulder. Daisey's canine sense of smell could tell something was going on. Emboldened, she stroked the front of his jeans. To her surprise, it felt just like that day. She rubbed it, as if it entranced her. To her further surprise, it seemed to grow, and get harder. Throwing caution to the wind, she unbuckled his belt, then his top button, then the zipper. Rushing, like a child unwrapping a gift, she liberated his sex. It was a very average cock; a little short, a little thick. But, to Daisey, it couldn't have been more exotic. Pulling it out, she examined every inch of it, with great care. She noted Tray's reaction when she touched it. She saw what gave him pleasure. Then she saw the moisture appear at it's tip.
"What's that?" she pointed
"That's, uh pre cum" he answered, with more than a little embarrassment.
She gave him a puzzled look.
"Like, before you do it."
"It?"
"Here...."
Tray guided her hand. He ran it over his penis. Up and down. Again and again. If anything, Daisey felt him get even bigger. And wetter. And Daisey got that funny feeling she felt on the wrestling mat. Tray closed his eyes, and moved her hand faster. Suddenly, there was white sticky stuff all over.
"Eeeeeeeee!"
Once he recovered, Tray laughed
"What did you DO?" she demanded
"I came."
"What?"
'You know, when a guy and a girl 'do it' he stated with smug superiority
"Have you.....ever seen.....a girls?"
Tray was tempted to lie. God, he wanted to. He just couldn't.
"Uh, .....no."
Daisey looked at him with a kind smile.
"Do you WANT to?" she asked with an evil grin.
Now Tray smiled. Daisey hitched her little mini up on her hips. She wore little pink cotton panties, with a bow on the front. She took tray's hand, and ran it slowly over her sex. Now, Tray was entranced. He ran his hand over her magic area again and again. He began to feel wetness in the place between her legs. He kneaded her there, making it wetter still. Feeling a little frustrated, Daisey guided him, pulling her panties down, and placing his hand directly on her sex. He could feel the outline of her wooly sex. He played for a time in her wet fur, before he was drawn into her fold. Everything about it called to him; the smell, the wetness, the sheer unknown of what lay inside. So, he ventured in. There was no disappointment there, for it was as c lose to heaven as he had ever been. He probed her soft, wet interior, to the sound of her soft panting. From time to time, she guided him, opening her lips, directing his fingers to right where her lips met. Finally, she started to pant, then whimper, then to cry. Tray was scared, for he had never experienced this before. Daisey, however, did not seem upset at all. She lay her head on his chest, and murred happily.
It didn't end there, of course, for Tray had problems of his own by then. They got home dreadfully late, for which they got a severe scolding. But it really didn't matter. Neither Tray nor Daisey ever felt alone again.