Chapter 1: Meeting Him
 
 
I met the most amazing fox a while ago when we found each other through this band we both enjoyed. I was friends with the lead singer and he was a fan from Australia, and as luck would have it, we started talking on a server created by the band. At first it was about the band but it quickly got more personal. We would stay up messaging each other. He would try his best to get me to sleep at a better time but the 18 hour time difference didn’t mean much when I enjoyed talking to him so much. At first he started talking about how I met the band and made friends with their singer, then all the embarrassing stories I know Matt would kill me if I let slip to his fans, then he’d ask about me and we hit it off really well. He was great at flirting, and his accent always made me smile, I’m a real sucker for foreign accents. We were talking for over a year at this point, messaging almost every day when our work schedules didn’t make it a hassle. He would tell me the most amazing things he’d do to my soft, little body, and he’d make me squirm just from his text messages alone. His name is Fex.
 
 
  Fex took a real liking to this little sheep, as foxes seem to do, and I felt like the luckiest boy in the world when Fex said he was finally coming to visit the States and meet me. Now this wasn’t some cute little fairytale story where he would come and sweep me off my feet and take me back home to be his forever, I wasn’t a naive sheep. We both knew what this visit was, and it gets me hard just thinking back to how excited I was seeing the picture he sent of his plane ticket. Fex was coming over for a booty call, but not just a typical one night stand. He was staying at my place for a month, and we planned to make the most of it doing everything we talked about for over a year now… crazy to remember it’s been over a year, it really feels like less than a few months since he got in my DMs to voice chat and make me cum on command to his instructions. He certainly knew how to toy with a boy.
 
 
  Now, he couldn’t stay forever, having a very important job back home, so I made damn sure we were gonna make the most of it. Not just sex, but all the fun stuff that comes with having a cute guy to drag around and show him your city. I really just wanted to do everything I could with this cute fox. I was a happy boy. I couldn’t sleep the night before he was to arrive because it felt very much like I was a kid waiting for Christmas Day to open all my presents. I was elated as I watched the clock with insomnia, seeing every hour pass. If he wasn’t already on the plane asleep in flight, he would be telling me to “count myself” until I passed out. He always loved to tease this sheep, come up with dumb puns like he was a dad, even if he told me I couldn’t call him Daddy. I had to snicker when he pointed that out to me.
 
 
  At some point the insomnia died off because I jumped awake at the sound of my alarm clock indicating it was time to pick up Fex at the airport. I put on my jeans and shirt and my favorite red hoodie and hopped out of my apartment to get to my car. Waiting at the airport at 3:30 in the morning was something else. I was happy but also terrified, so nervous to know what Fex would actually think of me when we meet face to face. I was pretty scared. From the photos we would send, I could tell you he had an amazing body, a thin, muscular build, like the most perfect twunk you had ever seen. I never thought I was something special, pretty average, maybe a little chubby. But he always did his best to make me feel better about myself, and when I did work up the courage to send pics of my chest on those summer nights when I would shave off most of my wool, he would always make me blush with his compliments. Since winter was coming, my coat of wool was very thick, and it was hard to see any defined body shape under all of it. But I hugged my hoodie tight because I still felt chilly in this weather despite my wool. As I looked around for Fex, holding a little cardboard sign with his name on it like you see in the movies, my heart was racing. In a single moment, my heart stopped.
 
 
  He waved at me and gave a cute smile, chuckling as he found me amongst the hundreds of other animals noisily bustling through the airport. He was wearing a simple pair of shorts and an equally simple white tee with some sort of stain on it. He later told me it was from spilling his inflight salad dressing on himself as people fumbled around with their luggage. He looked pretty cold, given his outfit was much more suited for the summer heat in Australia he had just escaped. He came up to me pretty quick, no fear in his eyes. That made one of us.
 
 
  “Lambert? That you? Hey, Princess!” he laughed as he came up to me. He was tall, like, very tall. Sheep don’t grow that tall, and I was just three inches under five feet. He seemed tall even for a fox, at just over six. It was actually really hot to be on eye level with the fox’s chest, looking up into his eyes as he stared back down at my shivering cold body. My face was already a faint red from being called Princess, a nickname he learned I really liked very early on and probably the most comforting thing he could tell me after a hard day. I didn’t know what to say at first, I just felt compelled to get closer. With a little bleat I hugged him as tight as I could, burying my face in his pecs before looking up at him, my little cotton ball tail wagging wildly at the sight.
 
 
  “H-Hello Fex~” I stammered, and was met with a warm hug back. I relaxed in his arms, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth from his body radiate inside me, stopping the shiver that rocked my frame. I was eventually able to talk. It was small talk at first, the typical “How was the flight?” “How are you?” “Are you tired?” and the long walk to my car a few blocks away from the airport helped to loosen me up and be myself around him. It was the first time ever being able to really look up at him and hold his paw and watch him smirk with every little tease he said that just sent my heart soaring. I was in Heaven.
 
 
  We made it to my car with all his luggage, packing it in the trunk before hopping in. I had to let out a little ugly snort at the sight of him relaxing in the driver’s seat before remembering we drive on the right side of the road and awkwardly scooting into the passenger seat. I guess it had been a long while since his last visit to the US. I drove us home, and he noticed that every little glance I made his way would make me blush and hush up, instead trying to focus on the road and talk rather than go through with the lusty thoughts that swam in my mind. Besides, I didn’t wanna crash giving this man a blowjob, at least he’d have to be the one driving. His salad spill story was enough entertainment as is.
 
 
Chapter 2: The First Night
 
 
  It was about 4:15 when I parked in my space at the apartment complex.
 
 
  “Here we are. Safe and sound…” I chirped at him before letting out a big yawn, which he caught immediately.
 
 
  “How big is the bed?” he asked as his paw ran through my head of hair and perched my chin. I smiled and turned to him with a little blush.
 
 
  “B-Big enough…”
 
 
  “Come on then, I’m tired.” he said, hopping out of the car. I followed after a little stretch, jumping out of the driver’s seat and locking up the car. He followed closely behind me as I fumbled around my pockets for my keys, himself shivering a bit in the chill windy cold. Once I let him in we were both overwhelmed by the warm atmosphere of my apartment. I left the heater running while I was out, and it was already so much more warm and cozy inside compared to outside. This sent a wave of drowsiness throughout my body, another yawn shaking my spine as Fex laid down his smaller bags of luggage. He had a curious peak around the big living room, looking over the little kitchen nook and the hallway that led to the closet and of course my bedroom. My bed was still messy from getting out of it to pick him up just about an hour or so ago so it wasn’t the best in terms of presentation. But that didn’t seem to matter to him as he took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor as I walked in after him.
 
 
  Fex had a nicely toned body, slender just as foxes often are but muscles defined across his chest and arms. It was intimidating to say the least when he turned to me with a smirk and waved for me to join him in bed. He slowly got in, and I soon followed. I was never the best at starting these kinds of things, but knowing him, he was sure to make the first move. I lay there next to him, not saying a word, just blushing as his paws traveled up and down my side. We faced each other as he scooted closer to me, and so I did the same. Our chests were mere inches away from each other, eyes locked before he finally shifted around, one arm tucking under my head and the other over my waist. He pulled my body in close, pressing our chests together. This made me let out a little squeak in response, and he chuckled and purred, “You’re too innocent and precious for me~” before slowly pressing his lips to mine. They were so soft against mine, like he had prepared for this with the most perfect lip moisturizing kit on the planet. My face flushed red as I closed my eyes and returned the kiss, pushing back against his as my little tail wagged.
 
 
  “Good night, Princess.” he chuckled as he rested his chin against my head, and I decided it was a pretty exhausting morning already. Tomorrow we’d have more time to have fun.
 
 
Chapter 3: The Real Fun
 
 
  I woke up after what could only be described as the most peaceful sleep I had ever had. Turning to the clock, it read that it was half past two in the afternoon. I rubbed my eyes only to look around, noticing my guest was not sleeping beside me. Walking around the apartment, I could see his tail swishing around peeking above my countertop, bowls filled with pancake batter littered across the counter.
 
 
  “Morning, Princess! I made us a late breakfast. Thank you for picking me up so late at night, would have gotten a better flight if I could but nothing else was bookable for weeks.” He smiled warmly at me as I hopped up into my seat, looking up and behind me as he stood at my back and laid my plate of pancakes and hash browns in front of me. He gave me a quick kiss on my nose before fixing himself a plate.
 
 
  That afternoon we talked a lot as we ate and sat about on my couch, still trying to regain energy from last night. By evening, we watched a funny movie or two. I think we have pretty similar senses of humor, which is always nice in a guy. He laid on most of my relatively small couch, and so I laid on him, my ear to his tummy as he watched. Tummy sounds were always a comfort for me, and if I wasn’t laughing I might have fallen asleep to the gentle grumbling sounds that seemed to lull me to bed. But as the credits started to roll I couldn’t help but notice something poking my chest as I lay there. It was his throbbing cock stuffed in his shorts, and just from the subtle throb I could really tell it was as big as he bragged about. Eight inches at the very least…
 
 
  “F-Fex?” I squeaked.
 
 
  “Yes, Princess?”
 
 
  “U-Um… I uh… jeez, I don’t k-know…” I stuttered, embarrassed at all the thoughts roaring through my mind. I crawled up to his chest and before he could react I lunged at him, pressing my muzzle to his and hugging my arms around his shoulders. Without hesitation he wrapped his strong arms around me, squeezing my fragile body tight as his tongue slithered into my mouth, prodding aggressively at the inside of my maw. I could barely fight back against his tongue, letting it push its way deeper down my throat as I moaned and shook in his grasp. Without stopping, he sat up, picking me up as he stood all the way up and carried me off to the bedroom. I was already in heaven, enraptured by being literally swept off my hooves by Fex, turned on to my maximum.
 
 
  He tossed me on the bed, my body bouncing a little before I sat up and watched fervently as he played with the waistline of his shorts, unbuttoning them like his life depended on it.
 
 
  “On your back, head over the edge now.” he commanded, and I dared not argue. He always told me good boys did two things, never talk back, and take every inch. I was prepared for the first, but as he gave me the biggest shit eating grin he could muster as his shorts and underwear dropped to his ankles, I didn’t know if I was ready for the latter. His cock was as huge as the pictures would make me believe, if not bigger. Bright red, throbbing, and dripping at the tip, his knot swollen and pent up, his cock matched the physique of his finely toned legs perfectly. The short cut of his fur left nothing to the imagination.
 
 
  “Open your mouth, slut.” he growled, and I was quick to oblige. My face was burning with redness, even before he suddenly held his cock in his paw by the knot and slapped it across my cheek. It hurt more than I would have thought but that first touch of his musky, intoxicating cock was etched in my mind clearer than the mark on my cheek. He laid his cock on my face, his balls right against my nose, the tip of his cock throbbing over the base of my neck. I couldn’t help but take a deep inhale of his balls, sweat and musk soaking my face from being trapped in those shorts all afternoon. He purred at the feel of that deep inhale and reared back to place the tip against my lips. I gave it a little kiss before opening wide again, and he didn’t hesitate to slide it in my mouth. He slowly prodded further down my throat, watching intensely at the bulge that formed in my neck as it inched its way deeper. I tried holding back a hard cough but couldn’t help it, yet that didn’t deter him from just pushing deeper. It wasn’t until my lips reflexively wrapped tight around the shaft as another little gag rang in the back of my throat that he stopped. His knot was pressed snuggly against my nose, scrunching my muzzle just a bit.
 
 
  “Good slut, you got most of it down…” he purred as he leaned over, pressing his paws down on my shoulders, pinning my body in place. “This will be real quick, no biting or else.” A simple threat, but nonetheless effective. There really was nothing I could do, my legs just twisted up as I lay there, my own cock throbbing at the sight of this fox and his commanding presence. My eyes closed as he started thrusting in and out of my tight throat. His knot would stretch my lips and his balls would slap my face with each thrust as he gained speed. The taste was absolutely wonderful, better than I could even dream. I had some experience sucking dicks before, but nothing as long as his, and certainly not from this angle. His sweaty shaft tasted so good, and the smell that came off his crotch was addictive to say the least, tangy with musk and something that made me promise myself to ask him if I could huff his boxers afterwards. It was a little unbecoming for this little sheep, but I needed everything Fex had to offer.
 
 
  I think he became fixated on the bulge down my throat, watching it pulse faster and faster. I gagged a lot, spit soaking my face as his balls mercilessly smacked me over and over in a steadily faster rhythm. I really had no control over the situation, and I took my role as a toy very seriously. If I wanted to start properly breathing again, I would take his cock as best I could. I even started trying to swallow between thrusts, my throat clamping down tight on that throbbing shaft the entire time, which really made it hard to breathe but it felt so good. Fex’s grunts and groans rang in my ears, flickering every time a deep growl echoed in the room. I whimpered and moaned along, and soon I heard the gasp of someone ready to release. With one hard sudden push, Fex’s knot jammed its way into my mouth, trapping his cock so deep down my throat I swear I could feel the rush of cum splattering in my tummy. He just as quickly pulled it back, cum and spit coating his knot as the ropes of seed still shot hard down my throat, until just the tip remained in my mouth, and I was happy to really taste his cum as it pooled in it.
 
 
  “Goooood slut…” he moaned, his cock finally flopping out of my mouth as he slowly let go of my shoulders, propping me up against the pillows as he watched my full mouth closely. I blushed and opened my mouth, showing off all the cum in it before swallowing it all, gulping it down open mouthed just for him, shuddering at the taste. He laid against the pillows himself, his cock still rock hard and pulsing, but still wet with fluids. I couldn’t help but roll over on my tummy and gently hold his cock, licking it clean for his approval.
 
 
  “Mmm… thank you, Princess~” he purred, laying his head back to look at the ceiling and collect his thoughts. After I was done cleaning him up, I nuzzled against him, rubbing my muzzle into his chest and letting out a happy sigh. No words, I was in too much bliss to say anything, instead opting to listen to his heart beat all night, falling fast asleep cuddled tight against my foxy Master.
 
 
Chapter 4: New Arrangements
 
 
  Over the next week, we would go out and do all sorts of fun things. I took him everywhere I could think of. We went to see a movie together, had all three meals at different places like breakfast at my favorite cafe and dinner from my favorite restaurants, just to give him a little taste of my town. I even took him to a really fancy art museum up in the mountainside, and he loved every second by my side. At least I hope, maybe a few photos of him yawning might be another sign but who cared? He would blush every time he’d lean down and I’d jump up to kiss his nose, and I quickly got used to calling him Master. He wouldn’t call me by my full name anymore, instead referring to me as either Lambchop or Princess, even getting me a proper collar he brought from home with Princess written on the tag. I had never been treated this way before, and honestly it felt like a dream come true for this sheep.
 
 
  Whenever we were home, we would cuddle and watch TV together, and I just loved laying my head on his tummy. He loved it too because when he was in the mood, which was very often, he’d just turn my attention to his shorts and I would obey. I made sure to keep the heat on pretty warm in my apartment. He didn’t mind at all, being from somewhere so sweltering already, and I could put up with it if it meant more sweat on those balls when I unzipped his shorts. Besides, I ended up shaving my body bare from my waist down to my knees just to show him the cute heart shape on my butt and to stop any of my wool from muffling his spankings when I teased him too much. Some days I wouldn’t say anything, and just nodded and did exactly as I was told by him, whether it was to make him something to eat or suck his cock. I think he really loved all that power over me, but he would always love breaking me with sweet words about listening to my little bleats. I was having the time of my life with Fex, and this Lambchop didn’t want it to end.
 
 
Chapter 5: Good Boys Take It All
 
 
  Eventually came the time I was both most excited for and most dreading, the night he told me to spread my legs. He carried me off to bed one evening after hot cocoa and TV and laid me on the bed gently on my back. He reached into his luggage bag and pulled out a bottle of lube, turning to me with a familiar smirk. My face flushed red as he smiled at me, my legs shaking before slowly opening to show off how smoothly shaved my midsection was. He didn’t dare lose eye contact with me as he lathered up his cock with a generous portion of lube, a shallow breath escaping his lips as the chilly substance gave his cock a nice tingly feeling. He crawled up onto the bed, his arms to my sides as he leaned in close, his cock lying flat over my own. He kissed me deeply, moaning as his tongue slid into my mouth and wrestled with mine. I could feel his cock dripping my crotch with lube as it grinded against me, settling between my cheeks as I lifted my legs up, wrapping them around him.
 
 
  “Good boys take it all. You wanna be a good boy, right, Lambchop?” Master panted as he broke the kiss.
 
 
  “Y-Yes, Master…” I nodded, desperate to be called a good boy again. He took ahold of his cock and pressed it to my tight tailhole, a quiet grunt passing his lips as he started putting pressure on my backside. My body was pushed back into the pillows as he slowly inserted his cock, my hole stretching to fit the tip as I winced. I rarely had this kind of treatment. I never once owned any sex toys so when I did have sex, it would take effort to stretch me open. This was especially true with Master and his 8 or so inches so eager to feel how warm my insides were.
 
 
“Beg for it.” he commanded.
 
 
“P-Please, Master… your slutty little sheep r-really wants to feel that huge cock deep inside me…” I was flustered beyond belief, and his growling sounds that echoed in his throat had me shaking in lustful fear. He leaned in close, his warm breath hitting my face as the primal fox looked deep into my soul. I could imagine him destroying my body right here and now, and it felt so sexy. A sharp thrust and his signature smirk caused me to let out a tiny pained squeak as he penetrated me, and in that moment he pressed his lips to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My face was a feverish red blush, my lips quivering as I felt an inch sink into my rectum. I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug and tugged his face forward, kissing him deeply, closing my eyes and giving him the go ahead to push deeper.
 
 
  What was a little whining turned into a sharp pained bleat as Master thrusted hard into my ass. I yelped, already feeling like his cock was buried deep inside me. The truth was that he only had 4 inches in, and plenty more to go. We rocked back and forth for a couple minutes, every few thrusts going just a little deeper. He took my arms off him and pinned me by my wrists to the bed, another harsh thrust causing my back to arch forward, my face an expression of intense satisfaction mixed with pain. I was giving Master a spectacle to watch. A fragile little sheep bent completely to his will. As my moans started to overwhelm any cries of pain, he sped up. His thrusts started to feel less like an invasive punch to my guts and more of a dull pain that seemed to sooth my sore muscles. My body was overloaded with pleasure, and if my throbbing cock was any indication, I was in Heaven from this treatment.
 
 
  “Take it, you little slut!” he grunted, and I gave a breathy response, whimpering “Y-Yes!” with each thrust. His balls started to slap against my ass, and my legs could barely cling to his body from all this stimulation. His knot was especially noticeable. 7 inches in and that dull pressure building in my lower tummy was brought back to the forefront of my thoughts as his knot beat against my tight tailhole. My muscles were already choking his cock tightly, but I could see the lust in his eyes as that thick knot begged to be let in. I didn’t think I had the strength to take it, but I also lacked the will to say no to my Master. With several extremely rough thrusts that bashed my head into the pillows repeatedly, I cried out as I felt the sudden stretch of my hole to accommodate Master’s knot. But in a split second, all my sounds were cut short by a sudden feeling on my neck.
 
 
  I didn’t dare scream, my eyes looking down as far as they could without being able to tilt my head. Master had lunged at my neck, and thankfully it wasn’t as serious as I was fearing. Yes, I could feel a great deal of pressure on my neck from his admittedly very sharp teeth, but Master was restrained enough to not cause any serious injury. The rush of it… to imagine Master in his most primal, feral form taking the little sheep as nature intended, was too much for my mind. I came all over my tummy as I felt the sting of his bite, his snarling voice, a mixture of his rugged, beautiful accent and something more instinctual and menacing. It was then that I felt something else. A strong rush of cum, not dissimilar from my many blowjobs, flooded my insides. Unlike the sharp pain against my throat, Master’s seed filled my body in such a way that it soothed any soreness his cock had given me. His moans rang in my ears as his jaw slowly let go of my neck, replaced with soothing licks on the bite marks and then a big long lick across my face. I shuddered at the feeling.
 
 
  “Such a good boy, Princess…” Master purred in my ear before gently nibbling on it. There was no way he could pull out with that throbbing knot of his buried my tight little backside so that’s how we slept. His muscled, sweaty body laying all its weight on my frame. I nuzzled my face between his pecs and smiled, my tail wagging at the compliment. We slept so peacefully that night, and I had all my thoughts racing in my dreams, just as horny in them as I was during out time together that night.
 
 
Chapter 6: Asking An Odd Question
 
 
  After our first night of actual sex, Master would continue to teach me how to properly take his cock to avoid any sort of pain. He was actually surprised my body could take his knot, let alone our first time. But nearing the end of the month I mastered riding him. I knew that I needed this skill to fully please him, and the opportunity to take his cock was a perfect reward in and of itself for practice. Some mornings I would even surprise him with a ride to wake him up. His face turning red as he slowly woke up to my blushing body and girlish moans was what I lived for these days. But as the days went on, the fact that Master Fex would be leaving me soon to go back home made me sad, especially when I was at work and unable to cuddle him. Part of me wanted this to never end. In fact, pretty much all of me thought that. I didn’t know exactly how to articulate what I wanted exactly, but the one thought pervading my mind was that bite on my neck and his licks that first night of sex. He had to buy me a scarf to hide the bite mark and apparent bits of wool that he pulled out without me realizing at first. I really wanted to be a part of Fex, and maybe that was, at least in my mind, a very literal understanding.
 
 
  I made it back home from work that evening with a lot on my mind. We sat down for dinner and discussed what he planned to do once he got back to Australia, how busy work was gonna be, and how he’d miss the relative cool weather here. Why was it so mesmerizing to watch him eat his meal? After a strange couple of encounters with mice and wuffs, I think I found out something about myself that I really enjoyed for some odd reason. And funny enough, it ended up fine for me those two times, but was it because of them and some power they had that I didn’t know about? Or was it me that made what would normally be an inescapable death sentence, being eaten alive by someone else, somehow survivable? He carried me off to the bedroom like the Princess he treated me as when we weren’t having sex, and he lay down next to me, cuddling me close just as he had the first night he came to visit. He rested his tail over me as he started to unbutton his pants.
 
 
  “M-Master…?” I cut him off, hesitating to continue.
 
 
  “Yes, Lambchop?”
 
  “C-Can I ask you something really… odd?”
 
 
  “What is it, Princess?” he sat up and turned to me with a look of concern. Perhaps Master was also feeling saddened about leaving tomorrow afternoon.
 
 
  “C-Can you…? Can…” my words trailed off but I nervously sat up too, finding it difficult to look away. He raised an eyebrow at me, and in that moment my chest puffed up with weird feelings as I straddled my Master, resting on his lap as I finally forced myself to confess. “Master… I want you to eat me… swallow me whole and alive so I can stay with you… I want you to eat me up and cradle me in your tummy so I can be as close as I possibly can to you! To just feel the warmth of your body surround my every inch in embrace and be yours forever… I don’t know exactly what would happen next, but I don’t mind the risk… either way I’m yours for as long as you will have me, either as a little tummy bump or even just tonight’s midnight snack… I want to know just how much power you have over my soul itself!” I bit my lip in embarrassment, a genuine begging plea in my eyes as I stared at him, quivering as he ended up raising both eyebrows. He blushed back, obviously confused.
 
 
  “Y-You want your Master… to eat you?”
 
  “Y-Yes please, Master…”
 
 
  “A-And you’re okay throwing your existence away just to satisfy my body… for even just one night?” I nodded and held his paws tight, holding them to my chest. He sat there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he leaned in close, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips and then freeing a paw to ruffle the fluff on the top of my head. “You’re one crazy sheep, Princess.” he chuckled, before holding me close and flopping back down to the mattress, laying on top of me in a tight embrace. It was strange that he didn’t try to have sex with me, especially since it was our last night. Maybe he was just as embarrassed by my request as I was. But as I lay there nuzzling his neck, I couldn’t help but calm down from my embarrassment and sleep peacefully under my Master’s weight.
 
 
Chapter 7: An Odd Revelation
 
 
  The next morning I awoke to a gentle scratching of Master’s claw on my chin. My eyes were very heavy, and the tickle of his claw on my chin made me giggle and yawn as I instinctively tried to lift my arm up to rub my tired eyes. I then realized I was still very much pinned under him, and that both my arms were tied behind my back in a tight knot with rope, his claw caressing my face. I blushed a little and purred.
 
 
  “Good morning, Master~” I smiled, only for the claw to dig in a little more against my cheek. I winced at the pain, thinking it strange. Master has never used his claws on me, even when I begged for spankings. I let out a tiny whimper as a couple claws gently pricked my cheek, drawing only the tiniest amount of blood. This was definitely unexplored territory for me, but was it for him? Before I could really grasp what Master was up to, his tongue lolled out slowly. It was so long and squishy soft, drenched in saliva as it glided up from my shoulder, past my neck, and up my chin, the tongue curling as it slid off my skin. I violently shuddered. Another lick followed immediately, this one riding up the side of my face, the two small drops of blood tinging that otherwise perfectly pink muscle. This lick culminated in a gentle nibble on my ear, the breathy sounds of light playful chewing directly in my ear.
 
 
  “M-Master…?” I whimpered before he leaned back, getting a good look at my slobbered up face before slowly licking his lips and flashing me that familiar smile, except this time showing off more of his naturally sharp canines.
 
 
  “You’re mine. Forever. Understand?”
 
 
  “Y-Yes, Master…”
 
 
  “Good slut. You’re gonna ride this cock until your slutty little tail can’t handle it and you’re gonna cum. I need to season my Lamb well, so don’t hold back or you won’t live to see past my throat.” His words cut sharper than knives. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as he propped me back up in his lap like I sat the night before. I turned my head back to find that the door out of my bedroom was blocked. He had prepared for this before I woke up. Most people in this kind of situation would be begging for their life, afraid that a murder would take place any second, but Master was right to call me crazy because this is exactly what I had hoped for. I was dumbfounded by how perfectly Master catered to me. In this cowgirl position, he was already rock hard and throbbing against my ass, and with a forceful tearing of my boxers, my tailhole was free for full access. He lifted my ass up to meet the tip of his cock and watched me whimper with an extremely sadistic look.
 
 
  “Ride, slut. You’ve taken enough of my cock to not whine about lube, now do it, boy.” he ordered. I tried my hardest not to voice my concern and instead tested the waters of how much pain I was in for, a little push down on his cock had my muscles tensed to nearly their fullest, making me shiver as I rested my head against his shoulder. He reeled back his paw and swiftly spanked my ass, making me gasp and push harder, taking a couple inches of his cock inside me.
 
 
  “Ow ow ow ow…” I huffed, trying to keep to a whisper. Master spanked me again, a loud bleat yelling in his ear. His tail wagged at the sound. I whimpered and moaned as I started bouncing on his cock, feeling him reach behind me and make sure my ropes were tied tight. For a couple minutes I rode the first 3 inches of his cock with minimal pain, until a barking command telling me to go faster forced me to oblige. I loved every second of this, and even if Master was using my odd fantasies to fuel our roleplay or if he was seriously going to devour me as soon as I came, I couldn’t help but love the thought of that possibility. This sick fantasy was only exacerbated as he took a hold of my chin, directing my face directly in front of his. Master opened his maw very slowly, showing off his mouth knowing exactly what I wanted to see. His fangs glistened with saliva and his tongue lazily rested hanging over his lip. Master’s loud panting made my face wet with condensation. It was in that blissful moment that I effortlessly sunk down on more of Master’s huge cock, my tail resting on top of his knot and my chin resting on his tongue.
 
 
  In this position, I rode Master for what felt like an hour. It was funny to think one of the pressing matters in my mind wasn’t the immediate danger this sheep was in, a very real fear many sheep have when watching the news of us going missing due to predation. No, a part of me had to giggle at the absurdity that I was worried Master would miss his flight. It was so difficult to ride my Master, but not due to pain. I stopped feeling any real pain as soon as I hit his knot, and instead it was the feeling of his throbbing cock deep inside me that made it hard to keep my legs from collapsing completely. Master dared not take control of our movements, forcing me to bounce up and down, and soon I felt myself bouncing like I was on a trampoline with how much I loved every inch sliding in and out, wanting to reach his tip just to slam back down. This was the best feeling in the world, his cock rammed deep inside and watching his throat pulse with every little gulp he made. I squirmed in place as I cried out.
 
 
  “M-Master~! I-I’m so fucking close…!”
 
 
  “Cum, slut, feed yourself to me like the mindless whore you are.” he growled. Master spoke no lies. Master had figured me out in a month what I was, and had my destiny written accordingly. I cried out as I shoved my face in his maw, licking his tongue as it glided over all my facial features, savoring me and my flavor. My cum burst out from my cock like a hose, spraying my chest and stomach as I sat up. I moaned like the little slut I was, proud of what I had become. I didn’t even put up any resistance as he lifted me off his cock, gripping my hips tight as he then arched forward and started swallowing me. I felt my face squish tight as his throat pressed down on me, and all I could do in the face of this was moan for my Master. He slashed at my tied up wrists, freeing them but my first instinct was not to fight but to reach for his tummy and rub it. Of course it was rumbling. It was only natural for a fox to be hungry for breakfast playing with a sheep.
 
 
  With the strength I had come to expect from a month of carrying me to bed, Master lifted me over his head and watched as gravity helped my slow descent into his body. My chest glided over those fangs like nothing, his tongue used to cushion any sharp pressure points. Soon I felt my body get progressively warmer and more compact, a loud gulp or two tugging me deeper into the sweltering depths of this fox’s throat and eventually his stomach. My face popped in slowly but very soon, with enough hard, rapid gulps, I found the rest of my body sliding down Master’s throat like a water slide, and eventually I was curled up in his tummy just as I had fantasized about. It was tight, of course, but so warm and gently soft. It felt like a sauna in such a confined place, with the loud gurgles of his guts and his rapid heartbeat that seemed to speed up before it slowed down. Master’s moans and the rhythmic shaking of my new home only led to one answer, that Master was jerking off to this just like I had hoped. As his heart finally started settling down, I too was at peace. It was a bit hard to breathe in this confined space, but it was Heaven to me. I didn’t care what happened next, because I was with Master forever.
 
 
  “Good boy.” he panted.
 
 
Chapter 8: An Odd Solution
 
 
  A lot of what happens next is very much a blur to me. I just remember being inside Master for a long while, at least a day. It was hard to tell time in there. I could faintly hear the bustle of the airport, the sound of jets taking off, and so much quiet noise that I started drowning it all out. I really only wanted to hear my Master’s words of praise. I fell asleep for most of that time, slight tingles making me stir in my sleep. When I woke up, I was in a very unfamiliar place, covered in towels and blankets.
 
 
  “Gave me a sore throat, Hairball.” Master chuckled as he stepped out of a bathroom with a glass of water.
 
 
  “E-Excuse me?” I meekly asked as my eyes darted back and forth.
 
 
  “Welcome home, Princess.” Master hugged me tight, before kissing my lips and heading off to make lunch. The Australian weather was a bit hotter than I was hoping for, but nothing was as warm as Master, inside and out.