It had been quite a stressful week of work for the young brown sheep, Lambert. His boss had been on edge ever since a recent addition to the museum turned out to be a forgery, and that had set the business back a bit trying to resolve the issue. Lambert knew the story back and forth at this point about how his boss had trusted the wrong guy in securing a print of the town’s founding documents, and the way Lamb’s boss would get angry each time he told the sheep while he was working had him restless. Paperwork would pile up at Lamb’s desk, reports and documentation on the legal proceedings was not a fun job. Lambert missed the days he got to lead tours around his museum he so tirelessly tried to perfect, teaching people about history and science. This wasn’t one of those weeks.
 
 
  Despite this, Lambert still kept a smile through all the paperwork and all the rants his boss would spout. The weekend was fast approaching, and the little sheep had made plans to spend his Saturday unwinding with a good friend. Just thinking of the fun he was going to have with his buddy made the drudgery of work bearable. The clock struck 10 PM in the small sheep’s equally small office, so he set the legal papers aside and clocked out, grabbing a ride back home as he did every night, exhausted and ready to cuddle his pillows and blankets.
 
 
Lamb slept well into the morning, perhaps a little more tired than he normally felt, but he didn’t oversleep too much. Soon it would be time to take a walk down to Forest Wuff’s house for food, fun, and a good movie. The sheep did his morning routine as he did any other day, squeaky clean and dressed in his more casual attire, sporting a plain white tee shirt, his jean shorts, and a bright red hoodie. He has his wool trimmed short in preparation for spring the week prior, so he looked much more slim than normal, and his hair was much more manageable. He cleaned up his glasses with a rag and walked his way to Wuff’s house, stopping by a convenience store to grab some snacks for the often peckish Wuffles.
 
 
“Come in, door’s unlocked!” the canine chimed as his ears flickered at the familiar sound of knocking to a very particular tune, the perfect signal a lamb was at his door. With little hesitation, the sheep poked his muzzle into the cozy looking home and stepped in with his bags of goodies. Fowo was sat on the couch in the main room, apparently having lazed there since breakfast in his tattered old hoodie he still kept around for who knows how long.
 
 
“Brought some snacks!” Lambert bleated, wagging his tail at the sight of the tall Wuff. He dropped the bags on the coffee table in front of them and started rummaging through the bag for his buddy. “Got your favorite jerky, Mister!” he giggled before Wuffles cleared his throat.
 
 
“Oh, uh, not that hungry right now, thank you. Had a decently big breakfast.” Fowo smiled. “I appreciate it though, I’ll nom them later for sure”
 
 
“Oh? What’d you have for breakfast then, Mister Wuff?” Lambert asked as he sat next to Fowo and nuzzled his body under the Wuff’s arm, leaning into him.
 
 
“Well, I was gonna have some eggs and toast but I heard a ring at my door at eight o’clock. Eight! Like, who visits someone’s home that early?” He chuckled and shrugged. “Three rabbits were at my door in suits selling toilet plungers” he let out a snort and laid his paw over the sheep’s head, pushing it down until his ear was pressed to Forest’s stomach, which let out a little growl. “Stopped thumping their feet maybe 30 minutes ago so yeah… big breakfast~”
 
 
“How do you just… I don’t know, go for it~? No hesitation when you’re hungry for someone?” The sheep inquired.
 
 
“They told me, I think… might have misheard… n-no I’m pretty sure that’s what one of them said.” Forest was visibly confused for a second, idly starting to pick his already perfectly clean, shimmering white fangs before shrugging off the thought. Sometimes it seemed Wuff would hear something completely different than what was said, as if his stomach had a stronger capability to understand language than his brain. Lambert’s face flushed pink for a few seconds as he listened closely to Fowo’s gurgling gut. In this hoodie one could hardly see a bump, no apparent sign there was another being inside this predator’s tummy, let alone three rabbits. Lamb could hear a few squeaks and thumps that at this point Wuff must have tuned out, but imagining the squirming that must have happened as he scarfed them down only made his cheeks flare up redder. It always caught Lamb off guard how Forest could flip between your friend snorting at a dumb meme to the most casually dominant pred in the room without ever changing his dorky smile. If he wanted to, he could eat Lamb, and maybe that thought had Lamb always excited to see his friend.
 
 
Lambert wrapped his arms around Wuff’s waist and nuzzled his stomach, his tail wagging as Fowo pet his head gently with a chuckling “Good boy.” When Lamb was ready to move on to the games, he pressed down on the Wuff’s tummy to prop himself back up, and swiftly took a blast of Fowo’s breath in his face as he unapologetically burped in front of Lamb. The sheep didn’t mind, of course, and instead giggled before setting up Wuffles’ Switch. They would play Smash Bros. for a few hours, with Fowo amazed at how the sheep was able to play so well using Joy-Cons without even a grip to hold them together. Maybe that was part of Lambert’s plan to try and get in the Wuff’s mind, juggling the controllers between stocks had Fowo making some careless mistakes to try and get back at the sheep for showboating. Or maybe it was the bunny hoodie Lamb picked up that made Forest so excited he ran off the stage.
 
 
“GAME! The winner is… Snek~” giggled the sheep. Truthfully he maybe won 3 out of every 5 games against the Wuff but a little light teasing seemed fair game when Fowo’s fangs alone were a tease to Lambert.
 
 
“I will eat you and not even polish your skull…” Forest rolled his eyes before he burst out laughing at the esoteric threat, which the sheep joined in on. When they both got bored of playing, it was time to put on a movie. It was a historical drama Forest had seen several times before that he wanted to introduce to Lamb, so as the sheep grabbed some blankets from the other room, the Wuff started the film and helped himself to the jerky his friend bought him. They snuggled up in the same positions as earlier, letting Lamb listen in to what were some of his favorite sounds, the bubbling of stomach acids as food splashed down into Wuffles’ tummy. This was a sound that brought so much comfort to Lamb. The sounds were so chaotic by nature, gurgling and rumbling at different speeds and volumes, but there was something in this chaos that brought so much peace to Lamb. He hugged his friend closely before receiving a little tap on his muzzle.
 
 
“You’re not watching the movie, Lambchop…” Forest faked a sigh of disappointment.
 
 
“O-Oh… sorry, I was just a bit distracted…”
 
 
“Of course you were. Get up a second.” Lamb obliged and lifted his head, loosening his grip around the canine’s waist. Wuff chuckled and lifted his jacket with one paw before pressing Lamb’s face into his exposed stomach and dropping his hoodie back down on the sheep’s head. Lamb’s face was covered in thick fur, and it was a bit humid under his jacket. Wuff leaned back with a smile as he paused the film and just watched the curious sheep exploring under his hoodie. He started to drool however at a tantalizing sight. The sheep’s hips, as his tail was making wild shakes indicating his immense joy, would sway to and fro. Maybe it was because his tail was so tiny, but Wuff noticed that even without the extra fluff thanks to Lamb’s short trim, the sheep was still a sizably big boy. There was a lot of meat just begging to be digested.
 
 
Lamb traveled his way up Forest’s tummy to his chest, giving his ample understanding of the weight of the sheep’s… weight. Lamb had repositioned himself to sitting in Forest’s lap, and at this point half of the sheep’s body was under this old hoodie, arms wrapped around in a proper hug as Lambert listened to what may have been his favorite sound, his friend’s heartbeat. Unlike the chaotic and random rumblings of a stomach, Forest’s heart beat with a consistent thump, and to this tiny sheep it thumped loud and clear when he pressed his ear to Wuff’s chest. Lamb closed his eyes and listened in as best he could. He had already tuned out the television, never noticing that it had been paused. The sheep let out a little yawn and almost instantly passed out. With another long roll of his eyes, Forest turned the movie back on and let it play to the credits.
 
 
When the movie did finally end, Fowo stretched his arms out and yawned, suddenly overcome with fatigue himself. He poked the snoring little lump in his hoodie awake. “Lambchop, movie’s over. I’ll set up the spare bed for you in the guest room but you gotta get up…” The sheep would slowly stir but instead of sliding out the bottom of the hoodie, Lamb instead decided to crawl up even further. The collar of the jacket was already pretty stretched out, so Lamb poked his head and the tips of his hands out, and he started to play around and gently bat at the tag of Forest’s actual collar as his mind was formulating what to say. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
 
 
“Uh… Forest…”
 
 
“Yes?”
 
 
“Can you tell me more about… a-about your breakfast this morning…?”
 
 
“Well… I guess I could.” Wuff placed his paws on the squishy sheepy rump and held him in place as he sat up straight before quickly taking his hoodie off. Now shirtless, Wuff pressed his left paw to Lamb’s back to balance the sheep on his lap as he used his other paw to gesture for this makeshift presentation. “You see, at first I thought it was either you or Fomo at the door because again, who rings the door at eight in the morning? I wasn’t even wearing pants yet! So imagine the look on my face when I’m standing in my doorway in boxers and bunny slippers watching Spongebob with three rabbits in suits holding plungers start talking about them like I’ve never heard what a plunger is!”
 
 
“You did not! I refuse to believe this happened” Lamb giggled.
 
 
“It happened. So I invited them inside…” it was at this point Forest’s voice went quieter, just noticeable enough that as he grabbed Lamb’s hand, his words enraptured the sheep. “The first one went to the bathroom to try some sort of demonstration, expecting me to follow but instead I locked my door. Grabbed one by the wrist…” he lifted up Lambert’s arm to emphasize the point, “...lifted him up hiiiigh in the air… dangled him for, gosh, couldn’t have been a second, and shoved him inside!” He quickly pressed the sheep’s palm to his lips, and Fowo’s tongue slowly lolled out to slurp up and down the sheep’s hand, gliding in and out between fingers before licking his lips. The sheep shivered through his whole body, his ears folded downward and his face burning a deep red. The shaking could be felt by Forest’s paw still on Lambert’s back. He chuckled, “Didn’t even have time to protest~ gulping down a bunny is such a wonderful feeling, just one makes me feel so full but I swear I could eat at least a dozen before thinking about stopping, and even then…” Forest chuckled for a moment, thinking it over. Lambert looked the predator up and down, marveling every inch of him, especially his tummy that still had a little pudge left to it thanks to breakfast.
 
 
“The second wasn’t too hard to catch, barely got a head start before I swallowed him too. I think he thrashed the hardest but that’s part of the fun too. I was drooling soooo much, dude~” his tail wagged as he pictured his meal from earlier, pulling the sheep in for a hug that pressed Lamb’s ear to the Wuff’s throat. “Last guy was pretty chill, I think he liked it… sounded like a fan of the idea from what I remember of our conversation. Had a big butt too for a rabbit. Gulping him down was probably more satisfying than the kicker…” Wuff pressed the sheep to his neck hard and purposefully played up a hard swallow. It was a loud, slowly descending one, and Lamb felt a wave of muscles gently flow smoothly against his cheek as the loudest
 
 
GLURRK~!
 
 
echoed in his ears.
 
 
“G-Gosh~ sounds like you r-really enjoyed yourself~” the sheep squeaked.
 
 
“Gosh yes, sheepy boy~” Forest smiled. “Kicking and squirming for hours, kinda wished you were here earlier to rub my tummy…”
 
 
“Does it hurt inside?” The sheep tilted his head to the side out of curiosity.
 
 
“Maybe for some… I don’t often hear complaints honestly.” Fowo shrugged.
 
 
“Forest…?”
 
 
“Yeah, sheepy?”
 
 
“E-Eat me~” the sheep swiftly pulled back a bit so he could be face to face with the larger predator, still sat comfy in his lap. “Make me a part of you forever, even if I go out crying and begging that I changed my mind…”
 
 
Now it was Forest’s turn to blush, scratching his head as he tried to respond. “W-Well I mean, yeah sure! If you really, really mean it, Lambchop.”
 
 
“I do.” The sheep purred, nuzzling Forest’s chest again. “S-Sorry if I’m not big or tasty enough for you…”
 
 
“You’re delicious, boy~” Wuff smiled back, and slowly squeezed the sheep’s ample rear. “I’d say you’re also big enough for me~”
 
 
Lamb let out a shaky chuckle at the compliment before his attention was taken by the Wuff’s beautiful eyes which stared into his soul, and in a moment a rumbling sound in his throat…
 
 
“Aaahhhhh~”
 
 
Forest opened wide, and the sounds escaping his throat made his mouth undulate rippling waves of saliva coated flesh. Lambert was happy to imagine this as his last sight on Earth, the most gentle canine in existence digesting his tender, flavorful body. Lamb held Wuff’s chest fur tightly, gripping and ungripping and regripping every second as his little body bounced in Fowo’s lap. A paw pressed the back of his head gently, pushing his face in between those powerful jaws and resting his chin on the slobbering wet tongue. Drool was pouring down Wuff’s chin, his tail wagging just as fast as Lamb’s. Shoving the sheep’s head in deeper, Lambert breathed in the scent of Forest’s breath, tinged with the smell of rabbit, jerky, and a hint of digestive stomach acids.
 
 
Forest grabbed the young man’s butt firmly and hoisted him up, letting the boy stand up on his legs as he was bent over staring down that seemingly bottomless chasm of an esophagus. Lambert slipped his arms in, rubbing them against the smooth inner flesh of the Wuff’s cheeks and gently down his throat where they were massaged by the ripples of throat muscles swallowing rhythmically. There was no way Lamb could turn back now. Even if he wanted to just pull out of Forest’s maw, the canine wouldn't allow it. He was very hungry again, and lambchops were a delicacy. As soon as the sheep’s shoulders slid past the sharp fangs, Forest gulped hard while shoving the sheep’s ass down his throat.
 
 
Gllk~ Gllk~ huff… GLLLUK~!
 
 
Lamb was lifted off his feet, kicking at the air as his center of gravity was off. Forest let go of the sheep and started to run his gut and neck, the familiar outline of a sheep’s muzzle bulged his throat and slid down to his stomach with a slick, wet squelch. The pred lifted his head high into the air and ran his tongue over the sheep’s belly for several minutes, resisting the temptation to simply, say, wolf him down. His stomach was aching for a meal, but the dopamine rush of swallowing this helpless, silly lamb was addictive. At this point only the strain on his jaw could stop this pleasurable little position they got themselves into, and finally Forest decided to slurp down the last of his special little treat.
 
 
SSHHGLORP~ GULP~!
 
 
The sheep’s hips would be tough to a less experienced pred, but Forest made sure not to choke. He let out a satisfied sigh that made his toes curl as he squished and squeezed his wriggling gut. A sheep was kicking around a Wuff’s tummy, just as nature intended. Lambert squirmed and pressed his hands to that belly to stretch its insides, a ruckus Forest was not expecting. He could hear the sheep’s little whimpers and maybe even a moan or two as Lamb struggled in his guts. Wuff honestly couldn’t tell if the sheep was regretting his adorable decision, but smiled and soothed the sheep with gentle belly rubs.
 
 
Normally Forest would take this time to sleep off a meal, their squirming leading to the best of dreams, but this boy was different in some way. He just wanted to watch and wait until it was over for the sheep. It was the least he could do for the silly boy. Letting out a large belch that had his lips shaking, Wuff coughed up a few strands of wool but nothing major. His stomach seemed to shrink a bit from that, causing another small bout of squirms and strange sounds. Of course Lambert was enjoying it. Inside, it was the tightest, warmest hug the sheep had ever received. He was as close as could be to his friend, and despite the steadily increasing dull sting of the stomach acids that coated his trimmed coat and skin, he couldn’t be happier where he was in that moment. The sounds were an orchestra of rumbles and gurgles that sounded at least ten times louder inside than out. Lamb thought of it like a symphony just for him. This truly was his heaven.
 
 
Over the next hour or so, Forest’s tummy went from a defined shape akin to a wiggly little sheep, to nothing more than a sagging, sloshing orb, no resistance visible, no peep to be heard. Forest licked his lips, completely satisfied. “Thank you, Lambchop~” he purred, hefting his gut and dropping it, poking and squishing it to get the absolute most out of that sheep. His tummy growled from the shaking, and letting out one last belch, Wuffles coughed up something a little more substantive. It was a saliva coated, slightly acid bleached sheep skull, in perfect condition. “A perfect skull from a perfect boy~” he cooed, nuzzling it before rolling over on the couch and shutting his weary eyes.