It was about eight in the evening when Lambert the sheep was ready for his first trip to the bar. Lamb didn’t drink much but he’d been having a few sleepless nights the past week after this new bar had opened up down the street from his apartment building in downtown.
  “May as well check out this new place and see what all the buzz is about…” he said as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. If not exemplary of Lamb’s lack of experience, he dressed the same as he would at his day job, with a big dress shirt and vest that made his brown and beige speckled fluff look extra poofy where the outfit didn’t cover. If you can’t beat them, join them, Lambert thought, with the image in the back of his mind one of finding a cuddle buddy more than a hard buzz. Once his tie was properly affixed, he straightened his glasses and put his key to the apartment in his front pocket and locked up the place.
  Lamb’s hooves clattered noisily down the street, but it was easily drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city. After a very short walk around the corner, he turned to see the new bar, or perhaps it was more of a club. A fancy neon sign shone high above him.
  “Club Kitten? Owner must be a cat lover.” Lamb pondered to himself as he waited in the relatively short line forming. After a quick flash of his ID, the little sheep was able to canter into the building. Once the sheep made his way into the dark inners of the club, he was assured it was no dive bar. A velvet red carpet laid in front of him, leading into the heart of the building. Flashing and colorful lights darted across the room and pulsed with their own sense of liveliness, and the stage was the beaming centerpiece to this space, lit up to show off the DJ’s setup as trembling beats shook Lamb’s whole body. The bar laid against the wall and stretched from one end of the club to the other, with multiple bartenders showing off their own personal charm as they got the customers their drinks. This certainly wasn’t Lamb’s usual taste in hangout but he couldn’t help but feel a skip in his step as he sauntered through the room.
  “I’ll have an… ah… an old fashioned, please!” he beamed at the bartender, a stout and well groomed horse, who couldn’t help but crack a smile at the chipper little sheep, and was quick to serve the well dressed lad. Truly, Lambert stuck out like a sore thumb, especially this early into the night where most of the patrons were barely 21 year old college kids dressed in their casual attire, which to be fair were barely younger than he was. This peculiar little sheep caught the eye of a certain mouse.
  Fomo blended in just like any other patron at the club, with a loose fitting sleeveless jacket and a pair of blue skinny jeans. He couldn’t have been much older than the college kids already getting drunk, but there was a certain air of confidence in both his smirk and in his walk as he headed right towards the sheep. His hips swayed back and forth in the most conspicuous manner he could muster, not much left to the imagination as he pulled up to the seat next to Lamb. Always the approachable sheep, Lambert turned to the person sitting next to him and said a quick hello.
  “Hiya! This place is really something…” he started, yet Fomo responded with a simple cock of his head a little higher, looking deep into the sheep’s eyes with the slightest smirk. They were about the same height, Lamb most likely being only an inch or so taller than the mouse. Of course, Lamb didn’t know how to respond to this seemingly mute mouse. Perhaps he couldn’t hear the greeting over the roar of the music in the background. Lamb repeated his greeting with a little tilt of his head. Fomo, just like the bartender, couldn’t help but crack a bit, letting out a little giggle at this dork.
  “What’s so funny?” Lambert chuckled back, aware of the awkwardness they were both creating. Fomo just looked at him some more and just as Lamb was about to turn his head the mouse booped his nose. The sheep scrunched it up in response and was about to say something when Fomo cut him off.
  “You sure don’t come here often, do ya?” he said.
  “N-No, I don’t…” Lamb responded.
  “Well of course you don’t, the place just opened. But I bet you don’t usually go to these kinds of places ever given that tie of yours.” Fomo turned to the bar and whistled for the bartender, who quickly mixed up a cocktail for the mouse. His ears flickered slightly as he took a good couple gulps of the drink, the light coming off his piercings flashing into the sheep’s eyes. Something about this mysterious rodent intrigued Lambert, whether it was his piercing blue eyes or his attitude, surely this mouse had intentions for Lamb.
  “J-Just wanna look my best, is all…” the sheep was clearly flustered from all this. He couldn’t help but divert his gaze to checking out Fomo’s body. Besides the obvious shape of Fomo’s hips, there was more to his appearance. The cute piercings screamed of an assertive rebel and the peculiar spots that dotted his shoulders also drew some attention from the sheep. When his eyes met back with Fomo’s, it was obvious to him that Fomo already knew his eyes had been wandering all over the boy.
  Lamb was prepared for a slap in the face, as this was the usual outcome he often found himself in, and he already braced for it. But instead of this, Fomo returned another inquisitive look like before, that smirk growing before breaking out into genuine laughter at the sheep’s odd nature. This was enough to help him loosen up and they started to have a real conversation. Fomo was particularly interested in Lambert’s life and his little job at the local museum, but didn’t talk much about himself. Fomo seemed to avoid his personal habits when Lamb asked, but the sheep shrugged it off. They talked for a good couple hours before Fomo’s stomach had rudely interrupted with a loud growl, strangely loud enough to cut through the music.
  “Sorry…” he squeaked softly, a bit embarrassed by the grumbling gut. “This place doesn’t even serve any good food…” he huffed.
  “Well if you want I could take you somewhere else. What would you like to eat?” Lambert asked, thinking of all the nearby restaurants that were open at this hour.
  “I wouldn’t mind eating you~” was the mouse’s response. The sheep’s face burned bright red from that remark, and he was certainly excited from all that flirting. He stammered a bit before he noticed Fomo’s eyes slowly moving down away from his. Lamb’s little cotton ball tail was wagging furiously in that seat. “Someone’s happy.”
  Lamb was quick to pay his tab and they both exited the club together back out into the chilly night air.
  “My place is just down the street across the corner” Lamb was brimming with confidence now, certain he was about to hook up with such a cute guy.
  “Lead the way, Lambchop.” the mouse responded, and motioned to the street. It was a short walk back, and admittedly the two didn’t drink that much more than their original glasses, so the buzz was very minimal. Lamb fished through his pocket and pulled out the key, letting the two of them inside the apartment, already shaking off the shivering cold of the outside. Lamb’s apartment wasn’t much, just a couple rooms and a small kitchen, but it was enough for him and any guests. Before he could set his key in its bowl, his ears perked up to the sound of Fomo in his bed.
  “Take off that dorky tie, dude~” Fomo said, his eyes once more piercing into Lambert’s as he lay on his stomach, slowly shaking his wide hips to and fro. He was still fully clothed, blowing some hair out of his eyes as the sheep entered the room, still trying to keep up his confidence. He slowly undid his tie and set it on the leg of the bed before climbing up onto the mattress. Fomo sat up, quickly lifting up Lamb’s vest and shirt and tossing them aside along with his glasses. “No need for these!” the mouse swiftly pulled Lambert’s whole body onto the bed, climbing on top and triumphantly sitting his plush butt on top of the sheep’s chest, effectively pinning him down.
  Lamb tried to catch his breath, the wind knocked out of him immediately. The rodent had on his trademark smirk as he leaned in close. “You’re cute… buuuut, I don’t think you’re my type, Lambchop” he whispered, before the mouse opened his maw wide, his tongue slowly lolling out as he dragged it up Lamb’s muzzle, right between his eyes, leaving a trail of saliva on the shivering sheep’s face. Fomo licked his lips in approval, leaning in more to really make sure Lambert was pinned.
  “N-Not your type? Then what are we doing, Fomo?”
  “I made it clear at the bar, Lambchop, you’re mouse food tonight” Fomo chuckled, licking over Lamb’s face again, nibbling on his muzzle just to tease.
  “B-But you’re a mouse. Mice don’t eat sheep…” Lamb protested. Fomo couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. He had heard it a million times, and every time it ended the same way, with the mouse’s hips wider than before.
“Don’t be scared, Lambchop, I don’t bite that hard, do I?” he giggled. “You’re a bit stuck at the moment, but you’ll find your place on my hips might be a bit more comfy than under them, I suppose. And who knows, you may really come to love it~” Lamb’s little heart raced, eyes shifting from that unabated gaze to the loose jacket that hid a very sleek upper body and tummy, to his hips that pressed down on Lamb’s chest with unapologetic weight. He squirmed for a bit more before Fomo decided he was too hungry to continue teasing the sheep.
Fomo opened wide once more, and leaned in. What would typically be a move to kiss, Fomo’s jaw flexed enough to easily surround Lamb’s muzzle, and now with nowhere else in sight, Lamb’s eyes could only look down the mouse’s throat as he engulfed Lamb’s head. Fomo’s tongue explored Lamb’s face, soaking it in copious amounts of thick saliva as it curiously wrapped around the sheep. He could feel the weight on his chest lifted, yet his arms remained pinned to the bed. Lamb couldn’t put up much of a fight against the mouse, as much as he was embarrassed to admit, and thought over his options.
Lambert’s mind raced as it tried to find a sensible solution. Then the voice in the back of his mind told him to yell for his neighbors, but as Lamb started to open his mouth, Fomo took a quick gulp, the sound of which rattled in Lamb’s ears. His face jutted forward, and his mouth was quickly shut by the tight constriction of Fomo’s powerful throat muscles, effectively silencing his last chance of escape. With that gulp however, Fomo felt a very familiar rush of power, sitting the sheep up as he prepared another lunge down on Lamb’s body, his shoulders hugged loosely by the smooth lining of Fomo’s inner cheeks and his arms pinned to his fluffy chest. Lambert’s face now made a clear indentation in Fomo’s neck. It was a tight fit for Lamb, but a breeze to swallow for the ravenous rodent.
The moonlight peeked into the room through the window, a dull blue hue casted into the tiny bedroom. It was a peaceful night for most, minus the loud music from the club still audible from there. For Lamb, sitting up on his knees in his bed, it was both terrifying, but oddly calming. The rhythmic ripples of flesh that massaged his face as Fomo slowly devoured his body made him more drowsy than uncomfortable at this point. He still didn’t know what was to become of him, but before he would be gone, it was at least a somewhat pleasant feeling. Fomo took his time, his deliberately slow swallows egged on only by his ever growling stomach. He scooped up Lamb’s feet and hoisted the sheep up, lifting the sheep above himself. His teeth gently scraped down Lamb’s stomach, making him shiver and bleat in delight.
Lamb soon felt his face pressed against a small sphincter, which quickly widened as gravity shoved his body down, almost as if Fomo’s stomach itself was inviting the sheep in excitedly. He started to spill into Fomo’s gut, saturated in saliva whose thick strands clung to both Lamb and the opening to the mouse’s tummy. The temperature was noticeably warmer inside Fomo, a natural fact that Lamb only now realized as the last of him was being gulped down greedily, the fresh air of the outside world no longer touching him. Lambert curiously poked and prodded the walls that held him close, not as panicked as he thought he would be. The stomach acids pooled shallowly around him as his whole body curled up inside Fomo.
Outside, Fomo tilted his head back down as the last of the sheep slid down his throat, and then stretched out his tired arms above his head, yawning softly. His stomach squirmed, but the defined shapes that formed were not that of a scared little sheep as he expected. He curiously lifted his jacket a bit to properly marvel at the sight of his catch, thinking for just a moment before chuckling, “You enjoying yourself in there~?”
“I-It does feel nice, admittedly…”
“Well then enjoy your stay, Lambchop. I’m gonna sleep you off now, see you in the morning, ass fat~” Fomo yawned, laying down on Lamb’s pillow and quickly nodding off, idly rubbing his gut before passing out. The sheep was amazed at how much he blushed at the rude comment, but started to settle. There wasn’t really any way out, and it was very comfortable for such a tight space. Fomo’s stomach cradled Lambert in its warmth, the gurgling stomach slowly filling up with acids that gently tingled the sheep in a soothing manner. He could hear the gentle beat of Fomo’s heart, and that helped Lambert close his eyes for a peaceful sleep. Fomo’s stomach went to work on the sheep as they both slept soundly, the large round tummy slowly shrinking over the course of the night, until his stomach was once again tucked under his jacket.
The next morning, Lambert awoke in his bed, opening his eyes to a familiar backside as Fomo did his morning stretches by the window, the soft glow of the morning sun shining off his piercings into Lamb’s eyes once more, causing him to groan.
“Oh, good, you’re up. Hope you slept well. Didn’t wanna ditch you before saying goodbye. Would probably break your little heart after the night you had with all of this~” the mouse rubbed up and down the sides of his tight pants, his curves having plumped up just a bit more from last night. He was also sporting a strange little patch on his back pocket Lamb hadn’t noticed last night, that being one depicting a sheep’s skull. He knew what a tease he was, but Lambert wasn’t too sure his memories of the night before were reality or not. Maybe he drank more than he thought.
“Well, I’m off now to find some breakfast… see you around, Lambchop~” Fomo winked before yoinking the sheep’s tie and walking out the door, twirling it around his finger and leaving the room in silence. Lamb scratched his head and blushed before falling back onto his pillow and again resting his weary eyes. The mouse turned the corner down the street, fixing the tie to his neck and thinking about what to eat. “Maybe a lynx today…”