The New Bedroom- A Gray Muzzle story
The New Room - A Gray Muzzle Story
This was the day that Red had been waiting for- the day she got to move into her new room. Now, standing in it, looking around it, she was having trouble taking it all in.
Red isn't her real name of course. She was born Lucille, but everyone knew her as 'Red'. She was a statuesque Poodle hybrid, with a huge shock of flaming red hair. She lived at Peteena House, a home for Poodle hybrids that was set up in an old mansion back when her kind were banned as pets, and received the rights of human beings. With no homes, and no jobs skills, many had no place to go. Peteena House gave them a place to stay.
When it opened, there were only a handful of Poodle girls there. The retired estate had plenty of room. But, as word of Peteena House got around, hybrids arrived here from around the globe. When the population hit eighty, there was simply no where to put everyone. Fortunately, a benefactor stepped up, and funded a massive building project. While many still lived in dorm rooms, some of the senior girls got their own rooms. Lucy, as one of the original half dozen, was one of the chosen.
It wasn't really fancy. It was kind of like a typical hotel room. It had room for a bed, a small sitting area, and a bathroom of it's own. Red thought this was the most wonderful thing in the world. She had never had a room all of her own. She even got to pick her own colors and furniture. She took this very seriously, as she had never shopped for anything so important as this. Dogs are largely color blind. Hybrids are often somewhere between humans and dogs in this regard. As a result, many tend toward bold patters, and bright colors. Red picked a bold leopard print for her sofa and bedspread, and fuschia colored sheets and walls.
After a long day setting up her new room just so, Red took her first shower in her new bathroom. Taking her time, she lingered in the warm water. After, she combed out her long red hair, and pulled it back into a ponytail. Searching through her chest, she found a bright red teddy, that she was saving for a special occasion. It was bright red, and mostly sheer, except for a small area in the crotch area, and where a bow and pearls covered her breast area. Not that there was much to cover; Lucy had her canine teats, not having the human like breasts that many hybrid girls favored. It fit her snugly, but as she pulled it over her round hips, and over her white shoulders, she like what she saw. Standing in front of a full length mirror, she took inventory. The teddy was a snug fit; it had pulled noticeably into the white folds of her sex. It was plain to see where her pink nipples peeked out from her white belly fur. She had pretty shoulders, and a nice round rear, accented by a cute, docked tail, with a white pom on the end. Liking what she saw, she headed for her first night in her new bed.
The girls tended toward their dog nature, in that they weren't overly modest, or concerned about a little nudity. Since it was warm, Red folded down the covers, and lay atop them, as she read a book. Her door was open, since she was proud of her new room, and wanted the others to see. Many of the girls were in, and it was not that long before many had stopped in to look around, and stay to socialize. As pack animals, the hybrids often did things together. They felt more comfortable as a group, particularly at the end of the day. As girls came in, most were dressed for bed. Some wore pajamas, others nightshirts, or nightgowns. They would come in, say hello, look around, then they would sit on the floor, on the sofa, or the foot of the bed. Red lay on her bed, propted up with four new pillows.
After a time, a new girl entered the room. Red knew little about her, except that her name was Veronique, and that she was French. She arrived barefoot, and wore a loose black T shirt with a skull on it, over little white panties. Her hair was long, dark, and shaggy, and was streaked red and black. She waked over, and sat on the bed beside her. She ran her hand over the sheets, stroking Red's thigh at the same time.
"I'd love to feel these next to me" she said, running the covers under her fingers.
She then sat down next to Lucy. Lucy had gotten a new flat screen TV, which was turned on, so this did not seem odd to her. She leaned toward Red, a shoulder on the pillows next to her. Still, she had a leg over the side of the bed, so Red didn't think too much of it. They lay side by side for some time.
As time passed, many of the girls wandered off, or went to bed. By eleven, when the news came on, there were just a few girls left. Then, as the broadcast began, she felt Veronique's finger on her jaw. Turning towards her, Veronique put an arm around her, and unexpectedly kissed her. Now, Red had never had a boyfriend. For that matter, she had never had a girlfriend, either. She just seemed to be involved in the stuff of day to day life. The truth is, that all the hybrids were bitches. Very few males were needed; there was little demand for them. So, dog hybrids were a community of females. With no males around, there were few romantic options for them.
Red looked up. Veronique was looking back at her, with a look she had never seen before. It was a warm, soft look; a look that seemed to be an invitation- but to what? Red smiled back. They exchanged glances. It was then that they heard it.
Ugh.............
There, on the sofa was the girl with the big, chocolate curls. She was naked, except for a little pair of pink underpants. The blonde girl, the one in the nightgown with the purple streak in her hair, was leaning over the arm of the sofa. Her muzzle parted, her long tongue was all over the crotch of her panties. As she did this, the chocolate girl moaned, and squirmed around. It sounded like she was in pain, but it didn't LOOK much like that; it looked like she was blissfully occupied. It was then that they saw the rest of it.
The blonde's long nightshirt had been lifted up over her slender hips. The pink Poodle girl was back there. The blonde's tail was erect; her backside exposed. The pink girl had her tongue licking the blonde's tailhole. Over and over she licked it. The blonde had her tail high, and arched over her back, offering no resistance. Her attentions were on the chocolate girl. By now, the chocolate girl's underpants were soaking wet, so much so that they were almost transparent. You could almost see all the details of her sex in spite of them. Then, seeming annoyed, the chocolate pushed them rudely aside. With nothing between them, the blonde ran her tongue over the chocolate's bare sex, the lips of which were puffy, and bright pink.
While she watched, Red began to feel strange. She was drawn to what the girls did, but she wasn't sure why. She felt strange, nervous. She was excited, but she did not know what had gotten her so. She felt warm, her nipples tingled, and, worse yet, she felt like she wet herself a little. The confusion on her face must have shown as she looked toward Veronique, for Veronique turned, and kissed her. It was not the kiss of before, however. This time, Veronique opened her muzzle, and put her tongue in Lucy's mouth. As she did, she lay over her, pressing their bodies together as she did. Lucy offered no resistance. In time, Lucy kissed back, doing to Veronique, what she had done to her. Lucy liked whatever this was very much, and would happily have done it all night, but she sensed something.....something more.......
Pleasurable as it was, the Red Poodle sensed there was more. If there WAS more, then she wanted it. There was something deep, something primal calling her The very scent in the room beconed her. But called her to what? Could it be what the other girls had been doing? She knew that some of the girls had 'private time' late at night, when they thought no one saw. Then, there were times when she'd seen girls in the shower together, or sharing a bed. Was something going on?
Red was jolted from her thoughts by the feel of Veronique's thighs wrapped around hers. Veronique must have wet herself, too, as her underpants were very damp. As the other girl rubbed against her leg, Veronique's thigh rubbed Red's girl parts. How good it felt! Red wiggled so that she could feel her thigh more directly rubbing against her. But then, she moved! Red must have had a hurt look, for Veronique smiled reassurance. She lead her to the foot of the bed, and propped her head with pillows. Then Veronique slipped her panties off. Naked from the waist, she mounted Red, kneeling over her. Leaning back slightly, she separated the lips of her sex. Her lips were a deep pink color, and glistened with moisture. They were longer than the other girls, too. Remembering what she had seen earlier, Red extended her tongue, and touched the other girl's privates. She was so hot, the warmth almost seared her tongue. Still, she went back. Veronique leaned back more, and began to moan, just as the other girl had. This was so intoxicating; Red licked her faster and faster; sometime her tongue would even go inside the other girl's sex. Then there was this little hard bump- Veronique even cried a little when she touched that. She was scared....but also fascinated.....by it. Red kept touching it, just to see her wiggle. Then, something happened. The other girl started to groan. She got all stiff, and her breathing got irregular. Suddenly, she got rigid, then went limp. Red was scared, that something bad had happened, when Veronique took her nipple, and sucked it through the fabric of her teddy. Red rushed to move the offending garment, pushing it to her waist. Veronique returned to her teat, and nursed her, making little murring noises as she did.
The French girl lay on Red in a sweaty pile. She murred, and kneaded her chest. The T shirt she wore was soaked, and stuck to her fur. Red was as happy as she had ever been, yet, still..........was there more? Veronique seemed to sense it, as she roused, kneeling over Red. She pulled the wet shirt over her head, now completely naked. Veronique raised Red's hips, and pulled the red teddy free of the Poodle's legs. Laying close to her, Veronique went back to kissing Red. This time, there was a difference. The French girl's hand wandered over Red's sex. THIS was what I wanted, thought Red, who melted at her lover's touch. Wet and open, Red kissed her eagerly, clamping her thighs around her wrist, pressing down hard on her hand. When Veronique found Red's little clit, Red let her know that this is what she wanted. Laying back, she felt herself losing control. With the French Poodle toying her clit, Red began breathing very hard. Perhaps she hyperventilated, for she began to get lightheaded. Just as she feared that she was losing consciosness, it happened. A wave of warmth swept over red's body. Her sex was more wet than it had ever been. Her nipples....all eight of them!.....were almost painfully sensitive. Then, she felt herself first hold her breath, and then all the tension left her body. It was such a complete, total relief that Red found herself crying, and clinging to her lovers chest. They lay that way for a long time, the French girl stroking her as she did.
Red awoke the next morning, with Veronique on her shoulder. Her soft, regular breathing was the most wonderful thing Red had ever experienced. She lay in bed, not moving, her eyes taking in the French girl in every possible way. Ultimately nature won out, and Red eased out of bed, when the need to use the toilet became urgent. Reluctantly, Red eased up, and walked for the bathroom. She had barely let her urine flow, when Veronique walked in. Feral, and cat like, the Poodle had the sexiest walk that Red had ever seen. Pausing in front of the toilet, Veronique bent and kissed her as she urinated, then turned, and entered the shower. Red sat on the toilet, watching her lover bathe. She had seen other girls shower, but never like this. She rose, and entered the shower.
Red came up behind her, and her hands began to wander. Veronique had human breasts. Her nipples were small, and there were only two. The human breasts aroused Red, and filled her with longing. Veronique took one of the Poodle's hands, and brought it to her sex. She placed it open, over her whole crotch, when she felt this warmth. The Poodle was peeing in her open palm! Normally, this would have disgusted her, instead, it piqued her arousay. Now facing her lover, Red took the balance of her lover's morning urine directly on her own sex. It was then that they kissed, and, for the first time, their sexes touched. What a glorious feeling that was! They rubbed pussies that way until they reached another orgasm. Veronique even secretly slipped a finger in Red's tailhole.
After they toweled each other off, Veronique picked out an oversize yellow shirt, and a black taul thong for Red, and then she dressed her. Red dressed her, in a terry halter bra, and matching short shorts. Then, they straightened the room, and left hand in hand.
This story is dedicated to Dasher Cheetah, for whom it was written. Hope you enjoy it, pal.