It was a relatively quiet evening for Lambert the little sheep. He had just tidied up his little apartment room in preparation for a friend coming over. That friend was named Spruce, who was a rather large and very lovable corgi, if not a bit shy. He was a timid doggo, whose darker toned and thick fur hid the big guy well when he blushed. Spruce was quite a bit taller and wider than Lambert, so he made for a good cuddle buddy whenever the little sheep could get the big corgi to stop fussing from embarrassment. The doggo had the perfect “dad bod”, with enough muscle he could kick someone’s ass in a fight, but enough girth to make a comfy relaxation spot for a little sheep’s body, although Spruce neither seemed to possess an aggressive nature nor any desire to harm anyone outside of those who would hurt his friends. The place was in perfect condition and ready for their movie night tonight. Lambert was all cleaned up himself, his autumn coat coming in nicely and just about as good looking as he could manage it, while still retaining a casual look with his tank top and gym shorts.
 
 
The clock struck 6 PM, which meant that Spruce would be arriving soon enough. Tonight they were going to sit down and watch a couple older movies Lamb had been dying to watch with the corgi who had never seen them before. Lambert was a bit of a nerd when it came to classic movies, especially action and horror, and was amazed Spruce hadn’t seen either of the films when Lamb brought them up last week. The sheep laid out a small bounty of food for the both of them, including chips and bean dip, popcorn and bottles of soda. Lambert always loved hanging out with his friends and watching movies.
 
 
A rather heavy knock at the door signified his arrival. The little sheep’s ears twitched at the sound, and he hopped up to welcome Spruce in. As Lamb opened the door he was greeted by the pudgy dog’s tummy in his face, tucked away in a loose fitting black t-shirt of the corgi’s favorite band. He looked up to meet his friend’s eyes and waved at Spruce.
 
“Hey dude! You ready for Mitch: Martial Arts Maniac Parts 1 and 8, the only true sequel?” Lambert beamed, tugging on Spruce’s arm to pull him into the apartment. Spruce had to duck under the frame of the door to fit in, tucking his broad shoulders to the sides.
 
 
“Oh hell yeah! But why is Part 8 the true sequel? I heard that came out 27 years after the actor who played Mitch died and was a financial disaster…”
 
 
“Oh dude, once you know all the behind the scenes stuff with how the villain’s actor broke his hip while filming, you’re gonna have a whole new understanding of this franchise!” Lambert was already geeking out over what was gonna be a fun evening. Spruce took a seat on the couch, sighing with content as the wooden legs of the furniture creaked underneath him. He took a bowl of popcorn, resting it in his arm as his other arm laid comfortably on the top of the couch. Lamb popped the DVD into the player on the TV across from them then started to pour some drinks for the both of them, just as a proper host would do for his guest.
 
 
As the movie started, Lamb ran off to his room to grab a couple of large wool blankets for the two of them. Tossing one on Spruce’s fluffy lap, the sheep hopped onto the couch and sat next to his buddy, unfolding his own blanket and getting comfy. The first film was a thrill ride for them both, easily a title worthy of the term “Classic”.
 
 
“Oh! Fun fact! The actor who played Mitch, David Matterhorn, studied kung fu for 6 months in preparation for the film. Then the director told him it was a hapkido movie, and wouldn’t budge on that. That’s why his choreography is very off from the other actors… oh oh! That dude right there actually broke his nose from that kick, it was supposed to be a punch but Matterhorn insisted his foot be in that exact shot!” The excitable little lamb bounced in his seat, nerding out every once in a while. Spruce thought it was very cute the way his friend would gush over one of his favorite films, gently patting the tiny sheep’s head and enjoying the movie with him.
 
 
Once the first movie was over, Lamb stretched out and yawned, ready for the next but starting to feel a little tired from all the food the two were eating. The dip was gone and the chips were but crumbs, but they just had to sit down and watch Part 8, where Cyber-Mitch was to do battle with the mega-hamsters of Neptune. Lamb popped the DVD in and sat back, ready for more badass action. He soon passed out.
 
 
The film was pretty bad, and Lamb soon found himself leaning against Spruce’s tummy. It was a really comforting feeling to Lambert, and in his peaceful slumber he found himself snuggling up to Spruce, blankets held tight as the sheep’s arms laid over the corgi’s gut. His head rested right on the fluffy cream colored tummy, listening to the subtle gurgles of Spruce’s stomach as it digested its food. This was always an odd comforting sound for Lamb, and his face started to turn a little pink even as he slept.
 
 
Spruce was visibly flustered, his face darting back and forth looking for an escape from this affection. He enjoyed the cuddles, but his face started becoming more red than the sheep’s. Spruce couldn’t help but get a little excited, the gentle touch of his friend’s cuddly body was more than enough to arouse the sensitive boy. Now Spruce had an interesting detail about him. When he gets excited, he gets big. Even more so than most would imagine for an already impressively big guy. Spruce could see that little quirk starting to show as his blanket started to gently pulse, his cock rousing from its slumber thanks to the cuddly little sheep. Lamb’s nose picked up the scent of arousal in the air, and started to stir awake, facing down at the blanket over his friend’s lap.
 
 
“Sorry I dozed off…” Lambert yawned, rubbing his tired eyes. Once he could focus he noticed the pulsing under his friend’s sheets, the familiar smell of sex becoming more apparent to Lamb. He looked up at Spruce curiously, who was scratching the back of his head and letting out a nervous chuckle, knowing he was caught. “M-May I look at it?” the sheep’s voice trembled with excitement. Spruce’s ears went flat, and his face burned a darker shade of red, unsure of how to respond.
 
 
“I-I mean, if you want to… it’s nothing really special…” he lied. It didn’t matter how many people worshiped that dog’s cock, he would always deny the praise at first. After getting permission, Lamb slowly pushed at Spruce’s blanket, the woolen sheet dropping to the floor to reveal the tight throbbing shorts that held a very excited Spruce’s package. Lamb purred at the sight, ignoring Spruce who at this point held his massive paw to his face to hide in embarrassment. The sheep reached down and started to fiddle with the button that held that massive cock in captivity, unbuttoning it and slowly zipping down. The smell of hot musk permeated through the air, little waves of steam rising from the canine’s crotch.
 
 
“C-Can you help me with this, Spruce?” the sheep stuttered. Spruce looked down at the sheep bending over his tummy and playing with his shorts, and looked away, sweating as he pulled his shorts and underwear down just enough to help free it. Lambert reached into those damp shorts and fished out Spruce’s cock, unable to hold a firm grasp on the sweaty member. He pulled gently and lifted out the massive dick, judging to be at least a foot in length and very thick and resting the sweating, furry balls on the dog’s shorts. Spruce’s heart raced as his cock pointed to the ceiling, and Lamb could feel every heartbeat in each throbbing pulse of Spruce’s cock. The sheep started to plant kisses on the dog’s belly, staring at this huge thing in front of him and idly stroking it and wondering what he was gonna do to help his friend out. Each slow stroke pulled down Spruce’s thick foreskin to reveal the dark bluish head of his member, a drop of pre already at the tip. Certainly it was already too big for the fragile little sheep’s body to take without serious injury. As the sheep’s own cock made a tight fit in his shorts, he felt it necessary to help his friend as best he could.
 
 
“Let me help take care of this, sweetheart~” the sheep purred, sitting up and taking off his shorts, tossing them aside as he got up from the couch cushions and sat on the dog’s tummy facing away from Spruce. This provided the corgi with a good view of Lamb’s cute bouncy little butt, still defined under his short cut of wool. This would provide his friend ample jerk off material, the sheep thought and giggled. Lamb got to work on this cock, each throb causing him to lose his grip on the sweaty member. Musky steam was still visible, and its smell was divine to the sheep. Sweat and manly musk were two of Lambert’s favorite things in a man, and with Spruce being so much bigger than him, it only made sense that his musk would send the little sheep wild.
 
 
He stroked that cock slowly and evenly, making sure to drag down Spruce’s foreskin all the way to expose that warm cock head to the cool fresh air. Spruce gave a long content groan, starting to relax finally, leaning back into the creaking couch and looking at the plush hips of his little sheep friend. Lamb leaned in and started to kiss the blue tip, the slick and soft flesh displacing a little with each peck, like pushing down on a memory foam mattress. This was a cock worth worshiping, and so the sheep did. His maw opened wide as he placed the tip of Spruce’s cock inside, rolling his tongue over the tingling, throbbing flesh. Every stroke had Lamb’s face eclipsed by the foreskin returning to its natural resting position, which pressed against his neck in an oddly arousing way, not to mention cutting him off from fresh air so that all he could breathe was the dog’s musk.
 
 
But then Lamb started to feel funny. His jaw started to hurt a bit, a strong throb forcing his mouth open and lifting his chin into an uncomfortable position. He sat up straight to try and fix this, but with another throb of Spruce’s cock and his chin lifted higher again. Lambert pulled back but dared not stop stroking. He had a puzzled look on his face but noticed something odd about the size of Spruce’s dick. Was he getting smaller? The dog’s cock now stood as tall as him in this sitting position. Lamb turned around and still his friend sat there as he normally looked, panting with his tongue waving around at the edge of his lips almost as fast as his bushy tail. But surely his cock was different. Then he saw it happen. Spruce let out a gravelly moan, and with another twitch of his cock, it grew right in front of the sheep, now leaning over the small herbivore’s body like a judgemental superior. Lambert’s eyes went wide at this peculiar power, looking back at Spruce for some semblance of sense.
 
 
“Dude, tug on my foreskin, t-that really gets me going~” Spruce begged. Unable to understand his calmness, Lamb turned back with a hard blush and did as he was told. At this point, the flesh of the corgi’s foreskin felt like a spongey, stretchy, fleshy piece of fabric itself, which gave way to the tugging and pulling of the sheep’s hands, covered in salty sweat. He pulled the rim of this skin in every which way, making sure not to tear it but feeling he might not even have the arm span or strength to even possibly do that, seeing the malleability of the ever growing and throbbing cock was quite the spectacle.
 
 
Eventually though, the weight of Spruce’s cock was too much and it tipped over. Lamb clung to the giant member to try and stop it, but just fell along with it as it smashed into the food table in front of them, shattering it in half. The sheep gave a little eep at the crashing sound as leftover crumbs spilled all over the floor. He got up onto his feet and looked up and down at Spruce, who shrugged and apologized.
 
 
“S-Sorry, I’ll pay for it, j-just keep going, please~” he insisted. Lamb huffed and rolled his eyes, but truthfully he was gonna throw out the old table soon enough. He focused once more on that cock, and got an idea to help them both. He pulled back the foreskin just enough and laid his own cock between the fleshy pouch, letting the tight grip of Spruce’s foreskin rest on top of the sheep’s own member. He started to thrust into the makeshift fleshlight, surprised at how effective it was. Spruce just watched, the grinding against his sensitive cock head was doing it for him as well, so he just watched on, his foot shaking in approval. Lamb looked up into his friend’s eyes, his little cotton ball tail wagging as he moaned and grunted.
 
 
Spruce’s cock seemed to stop growing for now, and instead he just let the little sheep play with his cock, tugging roughly on skin, pulling down to tighten his foreskin’s grip on the sheep’s cock, and even lifting it up to gently nibble on the sensitive skin. This was all too much for Spruce, who reached down, bending over and scooping the sheep up in his paw. Lamb tugged hard on his foreskin, and Spruce slipped the sheep between its folds as if tucking him into a tight sleeping bag feet first. It felt strange to Lamb, whose butt started to dampen from the sweat and the membranous skin clinging to his own like a straightjacket. He could barely roll over, laying his stomach on the throbbing cock and feeling its pulses massage his body. Lamb’s head stuck out, nuzzling the exposed head of Spruce’s cock as well as licking it all over. Lamb wrapped all his limbs around the shaft and started stroking Spruce’s cock with his entire body. Bouncing up and down as much as he could, Lamb was able to effectively stroke the large canine cock with his body and as a bonus was grinding his cock against the sweaty interior of his sleeve, giving himself just as much pleasure if not more.
 
 
The sheep turned his head back a bit, watching Spruce’s reaction. To his surprise, Spruce’s chest was puffed up a bit, pecs more visible than ever in his suddenly tight fitting shirt. Spruce felt this energy surging through his body, and it was centered around his chest, a warmth riding up from the tip of his cock into the rest of him. He could never describe this feeling, but it was addictive. His tip was more sensitive than ever, the blood flow leading to it letting off a deeper dark blue hue, and its incessant throbbing being all too obvious. The tip was pouring precum down the shaft, dripping onto the floor. The couch creaked even louder from strain, until the sheep heard the distinctive snap of wood and metal bolts, and Spruce grunted as his weight caused the couch to finally collapse underneath his ass. Lambert started to panic a bit, thinking this was starting to get out of hand, but a paw much larger than before pressed down on him, grinding him harder into the shaft’s sleeve, eliciting a moan from the nervous sheep despite his sudden reservations. The sheep felt his whole body gliding up and down the slick surface of Spruce’s shaft and soon felt a tingle in his own crotch.
 
 
Spruce watched eagerly as Lambert moaned and squirmed in his sleeve, feeling the sheep’s own member throbbing on his acutely sensitive one. It wasn’t long before the blushy sheep let out a loud cry of bliss, his orgasm blending into the sweaty shaft’s lubricant. He was panting heavily as Spruce curiously poked at the back of Lamb’s head. Before he could question his friend, Lamb felt a sudden shove. Spruce had slid his body just far enough out of his cock sleeve to jam the little guy’s muzzle into his cockhole. The sheep squirmed in protest, closing his eyes and trying to properly breathe through all the precum in his face. Spruce just used this squirming to his advantage and started pressing Lamb further down his cock. The sheep’s head slid in without much effort, the pre able to lube up his urethra quite well.
 
 
Lamb pulled his arms out from under Spruce’s foreskin and tried to get a hold, but from the neck down his body was soaked in sweat. He lost his grip and was only shoved in further, shoulders slurped up with but a little wince from Spruce. It was at this point, Lamb’s fate was sealed, his arms pinned tight to his side as he slid down the musky shaft, his squirms and pitiful whimpers could do nothing. Spruce was lost in this carnal lust, so much so his growth started to reflect this. His muzzle grew wider and bigger, drool pouring down his lips as his glistening fangs sharpened. He could feel this sheep’s energy flowing through him.
 
 
Spruce’s shirt gave in, tearing at the chest and collar until the pressure building up from his expanding muscles gave way to large rips in the fabric. His shorts, still at his thighs, had torn too, falling to his feet once the waistband tore in half. His fur started to become more rugged, fluff becoming an untrimmed jungle of hair and claws sharpening to fine points. As Lambert was deposited in what felt like a hot tub filled with semen, he instantly felt weak. He panicked, for sure, and if there were any witnesses, they would have seen a giant feral dog, almost resembling a wolf, with a bean bag sized ball sack that contained something kicking and pushing, beating against the fleshy walls that imprisoned it.
 
 
“S-Spruce, let me out, Mister! It’s very hot and sticky in here and I’m suddenly really tired…” the sheep pleaded, but Spruce was lost. The dog could only grip his cock, his body finally suited to wield the massive member as he laid back and spread his legs out. He knocked the TV over like it was a child’s toy, his massive muscled arms knocking over or outright destroying any lamp, table, or chair in the room. He was even able to crack the very foundation of the room itself just by lying down, and the cracks traveling up the walls proved this. Spruce’s ballsack laid comfortably on the cool floor, the squirming starting to slow as he again pointed his cock to the ceiling and stroked fast. The sheep let out one final shove before falling asleep, melting down into rich bubbling hot canine sperm. Spruce felt the sheep cease, and sighed, a bit upset with himself, but his confidence that the sheep was now part of something so much greater gave him the lust to carry on. Feeling himself reaching the edge of his climax, Spruce curled in his toes, the force of which dug through the floor itself. He moaned out, his deep growls shook the walls as his head flew back in ecstasy, window panes exploding as he growled out and finally came hard. A huge, steady stream of hot cum instantly sprayed all over the ceiling, coating it in its thick, pure white color. More cum shot out onto Spruce’s big tummy, and yet more shot just about everywhere, knocking over the pots and pans in the connected kitchen and flooding the room itself in a rich steaming pool of spunk. That huge load was made possible by just a little sheep’s attention.
 
 
Spruce took the next half hour to catch his breath and slow his heart back down, his cock refusing to soften up and instead continued to gently throb. The canine finally started to feel drowsy, and understandably couldn’t exactly leave the building. He would just have to wait until he shrunk back up, but with how good it felt to play with Lambert, that might not be for a few more hours if not a full day or two. Spruce closed his eyes, satisfied with his night and excited for another one in the near future.