FACILITY ONE- CHRISTINA'S FIRST DAY
A young female canine arives at the school.
Alright, so, this is the first commission I have ever done, this story, along with its second half that will be posted... someday soon, with luck, belong more or less in full to Christina Kidd, I am simply posting them because I think they should fall into the Facility One series. So, Christina is welcome to post this where they like, it was well payed for.
Alright, legallish BS done with :D
So, I guess this marks the begining of me writing commissions, I do hope it doesn't become too common, or I might actually start writing often... wouldn't want that, now would we?
Anyway, this one is... moderately kinkier than the last, as requested by the fur with the moneys, so if you don't like the tags... don't read it.
Oh, and if your like 12, don't read this, adults only... not that you will listen.
Welcome to facility one, please take a seat.
A cold, metallic voice said as the young female walked into the over air conditioned front room of the school. She had just spent around eight hours on a plane, and had not enjoyed a moment of it. She had been the only one aboard, other than the flight crew, and they had done little more than serve her peanuts and make sure she didn't need anything else. She rubbed her eyes, still sleepy from the nap she had fallen deep into during the last 3 hours of the trip.
Christina didn't really know where she was going. She had been staying with her foster parents, a pair of nice, if less than wealthy middle aged humans, who had taken in the small black canine when she was only four years old. She had been excited to go away to school, but was still scared to be out all on her own. She was dressed in her best little dress, and a pair of good shoes that had bought for her before she left, a small, plain red backpack with her most treasured things from home. They had said the school would supply everything she needed, so she had not packed much.
She found a seat, a padded, soft chair that her little rump sank into, canine tail swaying behind her slowly as she waited. She wiggled her toes and and sighed. She was a little uncomfortable, after such a long flight, needing to use the washroom. She kicked her toes slowly under the seat, waiting for many long minutes for anything to happen, the voice had told her to take a seat, but surely using the bathroom was alright.
So Christina slipped down off of the seat, wiggled her hips until the dress slid back down into place, and walked slowly down the hall, past a few doors, until she found one with a sign on it, showing a picture of a man and a woman, clearly a bathroom sign. She pushed the door open, finding it empty, but the light on. She took a few steps inside and closed the door, turning the lock and looking around.
The room was surprisingly large for a single bathroom, ample space within, with a sink, shower stall, toilet and urinal. Christina walked over to the toilet and reached under her dress, lifting the fabric up her thighs and then tugging her white silken panties down. A startled moan leaves her lips as the fabric moves over her sex. She was damp, and didn't know why. She hadn't wet herself, had she? She hastily pulled the damp underwear down her legs, gasping again as the cold air washed over her damp lips. She had never felt anything like it, a odd bolt of pleasure that shot up her spine, followed by a slow, tingling warmth that washed over her. She lifted her dress and tried to sit down on the toilet, finding it to be too high for her to get onto.
Panic grew inside of her, she needed to go! She was already wet, and she felt weird, wondering if maybe the long flight had made her ill. She looked around and whimpered. Walking over, she crouched down low over the urinal, needing to use one paw to hold her dress up so it wouldn't fall into the water, and her other she seemed unable to bring from her lower lips, were it rubbed slowly at the damp flesh. She gasped again as she felt the cold urinal press up against her rump, and then she let go.
Warm, golden urine splashed down over Christina's paw, She didn't want to pull it away, and let herself pee over her own fingers, moaning softly as she let herself go at last. However, she had hardly begun to let the fill of her over full bladder free when the timed urinal flushed. Ice cold water rushed down over her rump, lower back, and nethers, as she yelped and fell forward. She gasped and did her best not to scream in surprised as a fingertip slipped into her still peeing slit, and her golden urine marked the floor under her, as well as her dress, thighs, and tummy.
Christina couldn't stop peeing, and cried softly as her bladder let go, finger till inside of her as she releaved herself, causing her stream to splash over her palm, warm and musky, tickling her fingers and the lips of her sex, making her moan loudly every few seconds.
As she finally finished, she heard a knock. She froze, as she noticed a pair of feet outside the door, and a growing, spreading pool of golden urine moving toward the door. She heard her own muffled crying echoing off the walls, as a key slid into the lock.
The door opened, and there stood a female fox, dressed in a suit and with a very surprised look on her face. Christina was half sitting, a once bright white dress now stained yellow all up its front, urine dripping from her thighs and elbow and a fingertip inside of herself, the tangy scents of urine and young lust filling the air. Joyce simply grinned and offered a paw to the dripping little girl, "Welcome to our school, Christina, I am Joyce, I am here to welcome you to our nice little school." She stepped into the room and closed the door, once again throwing the lock.
Whimpering, sure she was in a great deal of trouble for making such a mess, Christina found it hard to meet Joyce's eyes. But she found it even harder to reply, when she tried to speak, all that left her lips was a moan, and she was blushing more by the second, a pink hue managing to show threw the black fur of her cheeks, as she saw the woman's bare feet in the puddle of her hot urine. "Here at our school, Christina, this is the sort of thing we teach, we use a special sort of perfume in the air, called pheromones, that make you feel things you normally wouldn't feel, and want to do things you normally would not want to do until you were older. We are here to teach you how to enjoy your body, how to enjoy other peoples bodies. That is why that finger in your cute little slit feels so good, its also why right now, the cooling urine on your thighs is driving you wild, making you want more."
"For as long as you are here, this is the last time you will have clothes on, it will also be the last time you are not part of our little family. You can leave at any time, but in order to stay, you have to promise to never tell anyone."
The little girl, looking up at the larger female, could only nod and tremble, not sure what else to do. She finally managed to free the finger from herself, "I'm... I'm sorry I made a mess."
"Oh, don't be dear, messes are what we are best at here."
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Christina spend the next few hours learning about the school from Joyce, a little about its history, and about what they did. She kept wanting to change out of her filthy clothes, but Joyce asked her not to, saying she liked the smell. Christina was also given a basic sexual education, and learned just how much the smell in the air was changing her.
"Normally, at your age, even that one fingertip you had in yourself would have been painful, if not at least uncomfortable. But that scent makes your body want such touches, removing most of the pain from them."
"By the time you have made it to the end of your first class, you will know more pleasure than you can understand at this point, words cannot explain how good it will feel."
The lesson was long, but interesting, and Joyce let her ask any questions that came to find, satisfying the little females want for information. Finally however, Joyce said that if they didn't hurry, they would miss her first class. Tails wagging, both females, young and older, headed down a hallway behind Joyce's desk.
At the end of that long, empty hallway, Joyce turned to Christina and told her to undress, "But... won't the others laugh at me? I smell like pee and I don't even know what sex is..." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she looked up at Joyce, "I'm scared..." She says softly, hugging the woman around the waist.
"It will all be fine Christina, it will all be OK. They won't notice your scent over those they are busy making, and if they did, they would likely enjoy them. But if you really want, I can clean you off." Christina nodded, unable to find words to reply, and felt herself slowly set down on the floor. Her eyes were closed in a vain attempt to hold back tears, but few open when she felt a rough canine tongue rub up her still damp thigh.
"H... hey! Thats... it can't taste good!" Christina whimpered, not sure how to say no to the woman that had just taught her how strange things were here from elsewhere. Slowly, Joyce's paws worked to remove the rest of Christina's clothing, along with her own suit. As the fox worked, she licked the young, black canine clean, from head to toe, leaving about two inches unlicked around her sex.
Finally, Joyce nuzzled her thighs, "I'm not allowed to touch that, its for your first teacher, but the smell shouldn't be too strong." She helped the young girl to her feet, and stroked her hair, the tears were long gone, but worry still haunted the young girls eyes, "It will be fine, you will fit right in cutie."
Nodding, still unable to find words, she followed Joyce threw the door. Inside, it was warmer, the lighters were all slightly dimmer, the whole environment just reminded her of falling asleep as her mother read a bedtime story. To those in the building, it meant that the classes were about to start, and that people should hurry.
Joyce didn't need to hurry, but did anyway, giving a playful pat to the girls rump and jogging slowly down the open hallways of the school, making sure the little girl kept up. She knew that chances were good that the little canine could outrun her, and wasn't too worried about her keeping up, just getting lost.
Then, they came to a door, a four letter word that meant nothing to Christina was written on the door, oral, and under it, the name Hathway. She was not sure what it meant, but Joyce grinned and gave her another pat on the rump, "This is the class for you Chris, please, enjoy yourself, and don't be worried, nobody here bullies, teases, or insults another, and we all love getting new classmates! Just walk in there, wiggling that little rump of yours, and drive the male's crazy, they will love you." For some reason, the thought of males paying attention to her rump, which she knew would have sickened her earlier that day, made her tremble.
So, she was left standing, alone in an empty hallway, in front of a doorway to a class she knew she knew nothing about. The eight year old girl swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, and opened the door.
She almost slammed it back shut.
Inside, she saw young kids, most younger than her, all sitting on the edges of beds watching the front of the room. Every male sported a hard, twitching member, most were idly stroking them, little hips squirming as they did so. The females all sat with their legs spread, dark stains under their rumps were thick, musky fluids had dripped, most with one finger teasing themselves, many with more, one girl looking to be close to losing control, laying back on the bed, two fingers sliding in and out of her young cunny, moans filling the night as she drew closer to climax. She must have been no older than six.
At the front of the room, was the lesson they were all watching. A young female otter, no more than seven, was down on her knees, legs spread wide and her back to the class. Between her legs was one of her paws, rapidly pumping two fingers into her dripping sex, the wet sounds of it filling the room, seeming to echo. That sound was joined by a lewd slurping and sucking. She had her lips wrapped around a male bunny's shaft, suckling at his tip, licking along him, filling the air with the wet, dirty sounds of his pleasure.
He was reading from a slip of paper, seemingly unaffected by the head he was being given. Even as he placed a paw on her head and pushed her further down his length, thick strands of pre squirting into her throat, he didn't seem to mind, "and finally, please remember that all 'play' is to stop after midnight, you need you sleep, and you get 16 hours a day for sex, you don't need all night too. Now, I would like to welcome the newest member of our school, Miss Christina Kidd."
As one, the class turned toward the door, even as the orgasmic screams of the rapidly pawing girl on the bed filled the room, the whole class started talking at once, welcoming her, saying how glad they were to have another class mate. All the males were looking at her and licking their lips, and offering to help her get settled in. As the female on the beds climax died down, Chris now seeing she was a wolf with thick black hair and white fur, the rest of the class did to.
Hathway walked down the ally between beds, reaching down to cup the panting female canine's cunny, fingering her slowly as he spoke to Chris, "Welcome to our class Miss. I am Hathway, and I will be your teacher today. These are your classmates, I'm sure you will pick up their names within a few days. Now, if you would please, join me at the front of the class?"
His member was still throbbing, as he hadn't had a chance to fill the young otters mouth when he noticed her, and the sight and scent of it was making her tingle in a way she had never known before. When he pointed to a spot on the edge of the king sized bed and the head of the room, she sat down and jumped.
She stood back up and tried to look at her own rump, which was now slick with a musky fluid, and she realized then that it was the part of the bed the otter had been crouching over. She sat back down, blushing deeply, as Hathway say down beside her, "We have a tradition here, that the new student gets to help give the lesson, as we find that a true hands on style is the only way to get a student used to our way of teaching."
He paused and smiled, spreading his legs and pointed to his member, "Lick me." Was all he said, in a a gentle, but commanding voice, a voice that left no room for anything but doing as he said. So she leaned down, blushing deeply as she felt her rump sinking into the wet, stinking bedding, and pressed her pink tongue to his twitching member. The taste surprised her, she expected it to taste like pee, not as it did. The scent, the taste, made her moan lustfully and lick again, a fire starting deep inside of her, and a tiny trickle of juices joining the otters on the bedding, "good girl..." he moaned softly, grinning to the rest of the class, "Now, each of you, find a partner and enjoy yourselves... You don't need me to tell you what a Oral class is for..."
With a fair number of giggles, the class paired up. Chris hardly had time to notice, before she gave in and took his tip into her mouth, suckling hard and licking at it, wanting more of the white preseed that had dotted his shaft when she started. He didn't hold back, letting his hips twitch and his member drip for her. "Now Christina, bob your head slowly, sliding up and down my penis, be sure not to let your teeth touch it."
She rolled over, so she was on her hands and knees, head sliding up and down his thick manhood slowly, her own lips dripping and trembling with lust. She slid down his member as far as she could, before her gag reflex made her stop, and then pulled back, sliding over him slowly.
"Now, use your togue, swirl it around the tip of my penis." With a nod, she did as she was asked, doing her best to tease and rub his glands with her warm, wet tongue. She could feel drool mixed with pre dripping down her chin, and her fluids slicking the fur of her thighs. "Oh, very good Chris, keep this up and you will get a treat very soon. Now, try to take it further into your mouth, I know it feels like you can't but you can."
She tried her best, pushing down past where it felt wrong, and then felt the thick member press against the back of her throat. She tried to take a breath around his member, but found that that caused her to slip down the rest of the way, her nose pressing against his crotch. She did her best to breath threw her nose, in hailing his musky scent, along with those of countless males and females haunting his crotch fur, and trembled, trying to swallow the huge member in her mouth, causing her throat to ripple and tug at his member.
It wasn't long after this that she felt his hips back, and the heavy balls pressed to her cheek twitch. Then she felt it, the warm, firm jet of cum filling her throat before washing down into her tummy. She felt a forceful paw pull her back, so that his member was only just in her mouth, filling her mouth with thick seed which thing dripped down her throat and ran down her chin.
Hathway smiled down at Christina as the last few jets of seed marked her face, the thick, sweet bunny seed warm in her tummy, she loved the taste, swallowing all she could, and licking it from her lips. She blushed deeply as she nuzzled his member, not sure how to ask, but wanting more.
The panting male bunny couldn't help but giggle as the tiny girls cheek smeared seed over his member. He slipped his paws under her arms and lifted her into his lap, facing away from him, "Now, cutie, we have one other rule for new students. You don't finish your first class a virgin. Normally that would be impossible, but since you landed in an oral class first, you are lucky. You can pick any male in the room you want to be your first, any student, or myself."
She only half knew what he meant, but she knew that he was asking her to pick a male she wanted to have sex with. Her eyes coasted over the room, taking in all there was to see. They rested on a few males for a time. A young wolf male with a thick member dripping pre, as his tongue worked over the sex of the otter that had been forced to give up her place at the front of the room, then over to a bull, who had finished with his oral practice and was now laying back with a paw idly stroking his fat member. Her eyes finally settled on her choice, and she giggled, wiggling happily in Hathway's lap, "If I don't pick you... can I... do that to you again? Or do all males taste that good?"
This made him blush, a rare thing, and brought another giggle to his lips, "You can have some more whenever you like, I am always happy to make a cute little girl like you smile. But for now, go enjoy your first time with whoever you like."
She wiggled out of his rump, and scooted over to the bed of her male of choice. He was laying on his side on a bed, a female asleep beside him, her face, hair and breasts painted with seed, even more so than Chris herself. She offered him her paw, even as her eyes locked onto what had drawn her attention. His member, thick, and as long as her arm, rock hard and dripping pre, a prime example of stallion equipment. The male was clearly much older than most other students, at least sixteen, if she had asked, she would have found out he was in training to become a teacher himself.
He took her paw, shaking gently, "Hey Chris, nice to meet you. I guess you want me to be your first, then?" He smiles as she nods, "My name is Roger, beautiful, now, if you would come with me, I don't want to wake this cute little thing asleep beside me, so lets go find an empty bed?"
She nodded again, and followed him to the back of the room. She said nothing as he gently lifted her onto the bed, every though she had blocked by a mix of fear and lust. Every time she considered backing out, the thought of that twitching, dripping horse cock removed any such thoughts from mind.
She was silent, until he was overtop of her. She was on her back, legs spread, and he crawled over her, his member pressing to her tiny, tight lips. He didn't bother telling her it would hurt, she knew it would, Joyce had told her so. So he simply waited for her to tell him to start. With a whimper, she nodded, "Please..." was all she managed.
Slowly, that member slid forward, pressing firmly against her lips, making her gasp out as it dripped pre over her tiny clit, and then, the flared head finally pop inside. Her silence abruptly ended as she screamed out, pain and panic washing over her. She wanted it to stop, wanted him to stop, but instead he leaned down, kissing her tenderly, muffling her cries, and bucked his hips.
In one violent thrust, he took first her maiden head, then forced himself into her womb. Hathway didn't seem worried, even as she thrashed and begged for him to stop. He sat there, able to clearly see the imprint of his cock head in the distended skin over her womb. He felt the pain making her thighs tremble around his hips, her rump twitching against his balls. He stayed still inside her, as she bled, as she tore, as she adjusted.
The scent in the air worked its magic, and soon, she was whimpering with a new need. Not for it to stop, as the pain melted away, but for more. She felt a glowing warmth building inside of her, and when she looked into his eyes, tears streaking her cheeks, he smiled and pulled back. Then, his hips thrust forward again, making her body bounce, and slide a few inches up the bedding, but the pleasure was like nothing she could have dreamed of.
The blood stained the sheets between her legs, as he lustfully mated her. His shaft sliding in and out slowly at first, but she was so tight, so tiny, that lust made it impossible to stay slow. Soon, he was grunting out with each thrust, even as she moaned and gasped every time he moved, sure that she would die from the pleasure.
Christina suddenly found that blissful pleasure to be nothing, as the world around her went white. She thought she was screaming, but she wasn't aware of it really, all she could feel was he passage twitching around his member, as liquid fire filled her. She knew he had cum, knew that he was emptying those full balls into her womb. She felt a second climax crash over her as she pulled half way out and thrust in again, cumming even harder now, the pressure growing inside of her. She was sure that the third climax had killed her, she was numb to all but his seed inside of her.
Then she felt him leave her, leaving her so empty that she cried out, tears falling down her face as she writhed in pleasure, felling something fall on her. Raid? No, too thick, to sticky. She trembled and cried at the horrible void she felt inside of her now gaping, dripping cunny.
It took minutes for he to come down, minutes before her eyes fluttered open, to find him laying beside her, smiling and waiting. To find that she was painted head to toe in seed, or to realize that someone's muzzle was between her thighs, licking her.
She lay on a bed, coated in cum, her tummy swollen from the load locked deep inside of her, her whole body still twitching from the aftershocks of such a life shaking climax. She was unable to think clearly, as she took in the males standing around her, each stroking his shaft as the last few drops of a climax dripped from their tips. The air was thick with the scent of so many males that had just marked her.
Hathway was the first to speak, his warm breath washing over her very sensitive nethers, "You were put here because we all have something in common. We all love watersports... and now, my class is going to welcome you into our little family in a very fun way... I suggest you close your eyes, and open your mouth. Oh, and pee."
She blushed, but couldn't help herself when he asked something. A splash of salty, golden pee splashed over his face as she arched her back, forcing herself to pee. At the same moment that it hit his lips, twenty streams of golden urine released, splashing over every inch of her body, from her hair to her toes. She couldn't be leave they were peeing on her... or that she liked it.
The males standing around her emptied themselves over her, she giggled and wiggled, rubbing her paws over herself, working the urine into her soft black fur, her own bladder emptying over Hathway's smiling face as she ground her cunny against his lips. She moaned loudly, as the urine mixed with the cum already coating her, soaking the bed.
As they finished peeing on her, the males each lowered their members to her lips in turn, letting her lick them clean, it seeming the right thing to do. Finally, the males were done, and replaced by the females. She saw that most had faces caked with seed just as she did, but they all also had something in common, a full bladder, which she was now lacking.
Hathway stood up, and slowly, without asking, pressed into her well used sex. His trembling member filled her, feeling large even after Roger had ripped her open. She felt him start to thrust in and out of her. Meanwhile, one by one the females moved overtop of her, and emptied themselves. She watched as they spread their lower lips with sticky paws and peed onto her, hot, reeking urine marking her chest and face, she caught and swallowed some, but most ended up missing her mouth.
As the last female finished up using her as a toilet, Hathway pulled free, not having come, and walked up to the front of the room. "Class is over, you may all go back to your rooms or visit with friends until dinner. If your hungry, you know where lunch is, Roger, please look after our poor messy little canine... if she is anything like any of our other first timers, she is going to need a bit of help getting to her room. Her room number is 137, her stuff should already be there. And Roger, make sure she enjoys herself until dinner."
With that, the messy Bunny headed from the room, giving one of the females, a young skunk, a swat to the rump as she wiggled it at him, "Hey hey, you know I have a special girl to go see, you can wait till next week for me to give you a nice ride, Tammy." and then he was gone, closely followed by the other students.
Soon, it was just her laying there, still trembling after the most intense moments of her life, each breath causing a squirt of the horses seed to leave her swollen tummy. She looked almost ready to give birth, her tiny tummy so full of cum. Roger came over and carefully helped her up, giving her messy cheek a lick, "Have fun, Chris?" he asked happily, "I am sorry it hurt so much.".
She only managed to nod and turn her head and kissing him softly, feeling the seed trickling down her thighs, "Now, lets get you to your room.".
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It wasn't far to her room, and she left a trail of thick, musky seed along behind herself, but was told not to worry. Roger took her into her room, where her backpack lay on a bed. The four other beds in the room were empty at the moment.
Roger lay her down in bed and started to get up to leave, but she wrapped her legs around her waist and smiled up at him, "Roger... would you take me again? I want to be able to enjoy it all this time..." she blushed, laying back in the clean bedding. He simply nodded and lay down over her again.
She gazed up at him and giggled, loving the feeling of him pressing down over her, as that long, throbbing member pressed against her again. This time however, with a wicked grin, he slipped it lower, and thrust forward fast. Sinking the first six inches of himself into her rump before she realized what he was doing.
The pain was nothing after the first mating, but it still hurt, and she yelped. But at the same time, that lovely full feeling made her shudder in bliss. She looked up at him, whimpering and trembling, but he wasn't paying attention, he was pressing buttons on a small computer display beside the bed. On it flicked up the image of another male horse's face, "Hey, grab Alex and get up here... we have a new girl, she is so tight she will make you beg for more." The male he was talking to just laughed and nodded, turning off the camera and, she would guess, heading that way.
Christina asked, but Roger wouldn't tell her what he was doing. He just thrust slowly in and out of her rump, silencing her with her own moans and gasps. Then, after a few minutes, the room doors both slid open. In walked the horse Roger had called on the strange phone, and a bull, she guessed it must be Alex. They were all twice her age or older, and all had massive members throbbing at the ready.
No words passed between them as they moved into position. Soon, Christina's arms were tightly bound behind her back, and the second horse lay under her, the bull sitting at the head of her bed. She was rotated on Roger's massive manhood, so she faced the second horse, and then felt her cunny filled again, even as a foot long bull cock was forced down her throat.
She did her best to breath, scared as she was used so selfishly by the three males. They all grunted as she was thrust back and forth, off the massive horse members and then back, suckling at the cock in her mouth. As much as she knew it was wrong, she was enjoy it, trembling with pleasure. Her tiny anus was a red, slightly bleeding ring around Roger's massive cock, her bowels hardly able to hold his entire, massive length, and her cunny had gone from a tiny slit in her fur to a massive red circle with a thick shaft sliding in and out. Her lips were locked around the bull cock, as his balls slapped to her chin.
The scent drove her wild, the thick, musky tang of all those males, of the balls so close to her nose, of her own lust and blood, it all drove her wild. She felt another of those earth shaking peeks coming, and when it hit her, she forgot all about the males using her. All she could feel was her tongue sliding over something thick, her nipples dragging against rough fur. She could feel every nerve in her sex as it lit up, sending wave after wave of pleasure up her spine. She could feel her body pumping thick fluids out around the members inside of her. She could feel her rump clench down and pulse around the invading manhood. She would have screamed, but the cock in her mouth kept her silent.
She was just coming down, when she felt the shaft in her mouth swell, and a thick, hot fluid fill her throat. She knew then that he was coming, but unlike Hathway, he didn't pull back, he pumped his seed into her tummy and left her full, tummy even more swollen than it was before.
Not long after, a grunt under her and another over her signalled the release of the two horses pent up loads. She felt her rump and womb filled to the brim and past with horse jizz, feels her tummy swelling until she looks well past due with twins. She was glad she wasn't just any black canine then, glad she could hold every drop.
Blackness slowly took the place of the white of climax, and she drifted out of the land of the waking slowly, feeling every inch of her body trembling with long, powerful climaxes.
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Christina floated in sex filled dreams for what felt like a lifetime, but was really, less than an hour. The chemicals added to the air, stronger in her room to help he make the change from normal life to that of a student of this less than normal school, forced sex to the front of her mind , making her rub herself in her sleep. The three males left the spent female, all having enjoyed themselves, they were even polite enough to tuck her into bed.
So, she was found by a pair of twins.
A pair of cute twin girls, bunnies, were her roommates, and they came into the room just short of an hour after she was asleep. They found her laying in bed, still plump with seed, although most had trained from her as she slept. They considered leaving her be, but the scent of her was too much for them.
So, Christina was startled away as she felt a tongue swirling around her still gaping rump. She jumped and blushed, moaning as her every movement shifted the belly-full of cum inside her, and she realized something else, one of them had two fingers in her sex.
Although at this point, she didn't know there were two. Her eyes were still closed, and when they opened, to see a cute female bunny smiling up at her from between her breasts, the tongue digging seed from her rump made it clear that the bunny with her nose between Christina's breasts was not alone.
The bunny giggled as she smiled up at Christina from between her breasts, "Hey cutie... Looks like your our new roommate!" she said happily. Any chance of Christina replying was cut short as that tongue swirled within her rump again, "But sadly, we can't really get to know you right now... we need to get to dinner... are you hungry, or did your first class fill you up too well?"
Looking down at her swollen belly, Chris might have decided that the last thing she needed was a meal. Her tummy was bulged out from the mass of seed that had been forced into her only so recently de-flowered sex, her fur was matted and she stank of urine, blood, and lust. She felt like she needed a shower, and about a years worth of sleep. At the same time however, her large tummy felt empty, and she knew she should eat, she hadn't since breakfast before getting on the plane.
When Chris nodded, the bunny rolled off of her, and stood up, licking two dripping fingers clean and giggling, "Come out from under the poor girl Sis." She called, and Chris couldn't help but moan as that tongue slipped out of her sore rump. The twin sisters stood side by side and smiled at her.
The first sister, the one that had spoken up until this point, spoke again, "My name is Vicky, and this is my sister, Ashley.". Vicky smiled and offered a paw, wanting to help Chris out of bed. It took a long moment before Christina could do more than look at them. They were twins, identical in every way. They looked to be about fourteen, maybe a little older. Each had dark brown fur, with a white tummy and inner thighs, they each had a pair of firm, large breasts, c cup at the least. Vicky looked more or less clean, where as Ashley was smeared with seed, likely from crawling under Chris.
Taking the offered paw, Chris helps herself out of bed, gasping as she feels the seed start to trickle down her thighs again, "N... nice to meet you both... I'm... Christina... Or just Chris." She could hardly keep her feat, as the pair of twins lead her toward the back of the room.
"I think we need to get this poor girl showered clean... We can't very well take her to dinner like that!" Laughing and nodding, the two sisters helped into a shower stall, and then slipped in behind her.
After much moaning, teasing, and licking, along with a little washing, the three young females were clean. The towelling off took almost as long, also full of giggled moans, a few surprised squeaks, and at least one breathless gasp.
Not long after, the three girls turned form their room, heading for dinner.