“You already get your mail today?” a cell phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, her legs crossed together in this tight hold. Our sheepgirl was already opening up the door and taking a walk outside. 

“I do not see why this is relevant.” Deadpanned the voice on the other side. Piercing and precise, as if she were dominating without trying to be. A bored assuredness laced into her every word. 

As the sheep waddled down her sidewalk and muttered into the phone, a certain deer and buck were struggling to listen in. Their forms relegated to a squishy dildo of fleshy cock, and not even their own flesh but rather that of a recently nullified stallion who shall be wanting his member back by the end of the day. 

“Hah! Well did you notice his package? No not the one in his hands, his downstairs package.” Were the two friends, or merely neighbors in which one was clearly more outspoken than the other? 

From their position, the doe with her mouth merged into that cock’s slit, and the husband buried deeper in, it was hard enough hearing any of the words with just their new form. Now add in being jammed between this sheep’s legs, tucked up beneath a pair of panties with only the ballsack sticking out of her loins, tight shorts, and a skirt around the whole thing, all while walking at a brisk pace.

It was no wonder the fleshy dildo hadn’t deigned to join in this conversation, as far as the doegirl playing cockmouth could tell through the tastes of femcum spilling down her tube, this sheep wasn’t aware they were in here at all. Magic scissors to harmlessly snip away a cock that had absorbed two people, and here they were being smushed by the consequences. 

“The man entered into my house so as to get a better grip on his downstairs package.” The mare on the other phone line answered, her every breath spoken as if she were rolling her eyes. 

“Wait, you mean like … “

“By way of answering your question, he is now in possession of my phone number. He will call me.” The glint of hope and the sense of anticipation in her voice went unsaid, but someone who knew her well enough could tell the feelings were there. 

Sheepgirl grinned the moment she caught on. 

“Well have I got a fun time for you. Mind if I come over?” the woman asked as she was already halfway there. Rounding one corner and well within spitting distance of her friend’s house. 

“There is nothing schedualed at present, no.” was the answer granted, and to the mare’s surprise the phone cut off at right that moment.

Sheepgirl pockets her cell phone. Tucking it right into the back of her dress, pulling the hem of pants and shorts and underwear all at once. Her puffy round tail lifting up so the phone can sliiiiide down into the crevice. Pert cheeks shivered at the cold sensation, the bend and groove of her underwear supports it’s descend, angling it toward the center between her thighs. And once her finger snaps away, all of that clothing seals up to keep her phone in the safest place possible. Wedged between her butt cheeks.

The sudden wish that one of her friends would call right now so that the phone could vibrate wasn’t spoken aloud, the sheep was just thinking it very hard. Meanwhile the cock’s balls managed to feel a cold glint where the phone hits sack, squishing past and jostling about. 

Every single step was an exercise in grinding pussy against shaft, the balls being stretched forward and back with the swinging hips. Thick and rounded, hips that have absorbed numerous people and still have several attached just happened to have this very intimate taste of sweaty horsecock and dripping femcum.

By the time this sheep had made it to her neighbors doorstep, her panties were already moist. 

A knock, a polite sway of her hips, those jabbed strait through her cervix left to wait in total darkness and sweltering humidity. The door opens. 

Standing in the archway is that same mare from before. Big. Muscular. Imposing. The sheep standing at her tallest only barely reached the mare’s knees, and it looked like the horse’s rump alone could all but burry the she’s entire body. While the sheepgirl was pudgy and round to match her short physique and poofy fur, this horse was honed and well proportioned, those proportions just happened to be nine feet tall. 

“You came here with something to show me.” The mare states. Not a question, but an accusation. 

“Oh you bed I did, and you’re going to love it!” the sheep spreads her legs and throws her arms up with a showy hop. Already her cell phone started to bounce, but the cock was held much too securely to slide free. 

“Correct. I /am/ going to love it.” Again the mare uses this as a statement. An accusation and a promise. Either this was going to be something that actually interests her, or the mare would make certain to forge some interest herself. 

The sheep gulps. 

But already her left hand is reaching down to her skirt and her legs swing wide into a squat. She tries to relax her pussy and allow the penis inside a bit more wiggle room, but honestly all she needed was to pinch her fingers over the balls and then pull.

“J-just … just a mome …. G-gaannoo!” the sheep moans. Breathless, mouth agape, her knees wobbly from sheer pleasure. The mare watches completely unimpressed during the entire proceeding, a wet schplop as the dildo comes free and dripping femcum now staining the sheep’s pants. 

But it ends with her holding a long, floppy horse cock that could quite easily be mistaken for a toy dildo. 

“That is what you have to show me …” the horse accuses, her expression offering only the slightest hint of a frown.

“It’s all that’s left behind from our mailman after he went to my house.” The sheep grins, putting the cocktip to her lips and nibbling on it slightly.

“Where’s the rest of the mailman?” the mare narrows her eyes, already casting her suspicions in what would ordinarily be the correct direction. 

“Is there any other part of the mailman you actually want?” 

The two paused.

A much too large, stocky mare tilts up her nose and opens the door wider. 

“No, I don’t really care. Come in.” A statement, not a request. And before the sheep could even get her Barings of the house’s layout that same door had already closed behind her. 

A smiling sheep, an apparently disinterested mare, countless unknown who’ve been added to the sheepgirl’s plush body, a disembodied horsecock, and the two unfortunate deer caught up in all of this as the distraction for what should have been a day off, all descretely plodded into the mare’s living room.

“Not going to your bedroom?” 

“No.” the answer’s simple and direct. Her next words were spoken in the same strict tone in which she asked a question. “Strip.” 

The sheepgirl extends her teeth, latching onto the top and bottom of a floppy wet cock, tasting her own fluids and biting ever so gently into that most sensitive bit. She was all smiles, after all this freed up her hands to remove the clothes once more. A repeat of what happened only a few minutes prior, but now with the luxurious view of watching a mare strip down as well. 

Thick legs, not fat and not too wide for her height, but noticeably muscular. One could see the mare’s muscles flexing under taut skin, watch in intimate detail just where they were focused and how they moved. A grip on her waistline. A gentle tug all the way down, banding forward until her head reaches her knees all while still standing taller than our diminutive sheep by at least a full head. Tail raised high, and the mare’s panties spread tight by the widening hips.

But those had to come off too. Lifting back up, her cloven thumbs now reaching under an elastic band, she staaaarts to pull it down …

A huff, a twirl of her tail. The mare’s head glances back to see a sheepgirl staring with a dangling dick in her jaws. The sheep starts to chew.

The mare inches her panties down a tiny little bit.

The sheepgirl breathes faster. Her chewing intensifies, sharp little nibbles that drag just the tip of that cock a little bit further inside, only until her tongue pushes it back out. The extended length and floppy balls smacking into her breasts with each arching swing. The only movement from that cock was movement she put into it, but riiiight at this moment the taste of her own juices mixed with musky horse scent was far less interesting than …

Panties coming off. Thick, black, easing down over absurdly strong legs. The tail raised high just to make sure everything was visible, and as she eases into a bent forward position the glutes of her thighs spread wide. Cloth at her feet, her puckered anus flexes. The mare bats her eyelashes in a knowing stare. And then in a single fluid motion her shirt was tossed to the floor, wearing only a sports bra now. 

She didn’t stand back up, her ass and pussy about eye level with the sheepgirl. No, taller, the sheep would need to stand on a stool or lean from the couch to reach her mouth to it, from ground level she could only just about get her arms into one of those openings. That dark crevice between her legs was just openly presented as the most inviting entrance.

Our sheepgirl didn’t have to be told twice, and her spurring into motion was about the last thing three specific people wanted. Teeth scraping against the tip with each sway and turn, the movements sharp and the pinch both distinct and inescapable. The balls swung wildly and smacked onto everything, her shoulders, the chin, a harsh turn downward left it flopping against her forehead. Splashing femcum everywhere in faint little drips, bashing against the sheep’s legs the moment she bent down to remove her own undergarments. 

For the buck this was a silent, muted torture of seasickness, vertigo, and sudden impacts, all so soon after having been neck deep in what he could only assume had been pussy. For the doe this was an intense few moments of staring into a sheep’s jaws, French kissing that tongue as it lathered over her mouth, and weathering the slight pinch that was more annoying than painful.

And of course, for the poor mailman, having your dick held between two teeth and then thrown about backwards, all while randomly slapping onto recognizable female bodyparts was probobly something he couldn’t live down. The sheep didn’t spend too much time imagining where he was right now, but that mailman was putting an awful lot of effort into figuring out just what scenes are surrounding his rigid cock. And exactly what sights his dick has access to that the mailman himself will never see.

Schlorp. 

Once all the parties are off and nakedness abounds, in the full view of a mare’s living room this sheep pads forward daintily, eagerly, just hoping for- …

“Stop.” The mare demands. That exact same disinterested tone as if she were giving directions at a DMV. The sheepgirl stops. “Now put that dildo between your legs.” 

The doe and buck very eagerly wished to voice an argument that they were not a dildo, and the sheepgirl probably could have said something to that effect. But she’d just hold onto this cock forever if nothing stops her, having a fleshy real cock for a dildo was certainly better than trying to find some rubber one. Instead she expressed her confusion. 

“E-erm. But .. why?” she wasn’t disobeying at least. The tip of that hose’s penis once more slowly inserted back into the folds. Getting an intimate view of those breasts, that belly button, the plump thighs and distinct little indented images on her skin. Right before plunging into a familiar darkness that tastes of damp fish. 

“No.” the horse states with a calm patience. “The other side goes there.” 

The sheepgirl frowns. Close enough to this expansive rump she could almost touch it. The sheer size difference was such that she could feel the heat emanating from this mare, sense the lust welling forth. With a wet plomph. The cocktip is pulled free, and now the end and those balls are pressed against the sheep’s crotch. 

“Now absorb it.” The mare demands. 

Our sheepgirl is wide-eyed for just a moment, then grins. And grins wider. Her hips starting to glisten, the flesh between wrinkled cock and honed, dark skinned sheeppussy merging into one. Blood vessels connecting to each other, skin melting and shifting into a seamless transition of one color to the next. Plump. Pump. The sheep’s heart beating faster, and faster, the cock feeling her blood through it. Her excitement and lust merging with that of the mailman, over-riding whatever control he might have once had. 

In mere moments …

With only the most casual touch, this cock, and the two people merged inside it, were now hers. All hers. 

And she had just the opportunity to put a brand new cock to use. 

“Enjoy.” The mare demands. As if her words were law and there was no possible way for this sheep to do anything but. The mare leans down until her elbows were on the floor, getting to her knees and presenting a fully exposed rump. Even crawling like a dog, that puckered hole was still much too high up for the sheep to reach with her waist, but now at least it was low enough to lick at. 

A step forward. The brand new cock wobbles on her hips, bouncing up until it juuuust about graces her fleece of her chest, and then swaying back down. The strength of an erection that wasn’t actually hers more than enough to keep it upright. The notable weight of a stallion’s nethers offbalancing, and oversized on such a small creature.

The mare’s tail hangs down over our sheep’s head, her arms extend wide to hug around that lovely rump. A lick. A gentle slurp. Her rounded muzzle eases in between two amazingly warm ass-cheeks to fondle her pucker directly, tasting her out, sniffing her musk. 

With a press forward her cock went easing underneath the mare, easing between two cavernous thighs, feet on either side, to bounce against the mare’s belly button. 

The sheepgirl licks. And licks. Eyes closed and tongue dragging firmly, rubbing her own softness on the exposed nethers. The mare’s hand, one of them, extends down to prod at the cocktip. Absorbed deer could see the finger coming, feel as it taps against the plumed head and pressure is applied to dip it down. 

Blood pumping. Faster, harder, and faster still. The mare’s heart-rate was stable and calm while the sheep’s seemed to explode into action. The cock pulsed with every thump of the heart, veins sticking out, hydraulics keeping the erection strong. Holding it firm. By now any of that poor maleman’s veins had been quite nicely connected to the sheep’s, sharing this body wholly and completely, feeling her hormones surge through it.

The mare pulls her finger back.

Bwoing! SLAP! And just like that the cock slides back up and delivers a hard smack into the mare’s belly. Boneless cock feeling no distinct pain, but the impact was still a jolt to all involved. The horse’s abs managed to show off just how solid they were, firm and powerful with muscles over every area, and yet with just the right amount of fat to make certain it was soft on the surface. This wasn’t the belly of a girl who works out constantly, this was the belly of a girl who’s powerful, and who uses that power. 

For what, was starting to become clear.

A lean forward, the sheep balks at noticing her plush, warm toy getting pulled away and the tail now dipping down into her face. The mare sliding her hips forward until her crotch rested on the ground, her arms propping her head up and her legs fully extended behind her. Only now, as she lay prostrate on the ground, was that delightfully plump rump actually a decent height for the sheep’s own crotch.

She doesn’t need to have some demand or statement directed to her in order to figure out what comes next. A dainty step. Two palms gripping the base of her shaft, feeling the balls squish between her thighs. Every step she takes was walking between a valley of toned glutes and powerful legs. The tail parts without prompt, and not a word of warning is said before the cock is thrust into the mare’s pucker.

A squish. 

Well, the cock bent in the middle, somewhat awkward given it’s firmness at that moment, and the sheep stumbled. Another thrust, another squish, pulling back to see what the problem was.

“Try harder.” The mare states. Her tone never wavering from that bored disinterest as if this were an everyday occurrence. Her anal ring flexing over nothing as if trying to taunt.

Sheepgirl frowns. The deer urethra quivers, just knowing what’s about to come next. A hard thrust. A wet slap, the cock wasn’t going inside because that pucker was simply too tight and these gentle thrusts weren’t enough to prey it open.

The doe could taste it now, deer slobber and horse sweat and the musty aroma of sex and panties all bundled up into one. The sudden clash of light and darkness alternating when pulled out or thrust back into the shadow of those cheeks, brown and black and firm skin that seemed as solid as stone when forcefully rubbed up against it.

Sheep decides to try using more than her loins. One finger eases down to the anal sphincter and squeeeezzzes inside, just enough to make it felt. When the anus clenches this poor sheep can feel how impossibly tight the hold was, tight enough to flatten her finger it pressed. What would happen to her face if she pushed all the way in and then suffered through just one clench? 

Time for the mailman’s cock to find out. 

The finger pulls to one side, her other arm guides the cocktip in. Deeper, firm, push, she had to draw back and hold her cock at the middle so it doesn’t just fold in half. A firm spear that slowly, creepingly eases through a tight opening. Enough to shove the plumed head inside. Enough to once more cover our doe girl in sweltering darkness, now complete with an impressively tight grip. Deeper. 

Deeper! 

The sheepgirl bleats out in instant orgasms the moment that ring of muscle flexes around her cock. The balls quiver, her loins grow stiff, and a sudden splurt of the mailman’s cum is jettisoned into pink and red anal walls. But the mare clenches again, not just squeezing the cock thin but also pulling. The anal ring alone trying to drag that shaft in, pulling our sheep by the loins. Flex inward, spread outward, then flex in again. It was like having your shaft put inside a ringer made out of heated stressballs all while a team of several muscular strongarm man are working in concern to give you a group hand-job.

Pressure was overwhelming, the strength was palpable, and the sheep didn’t resist in the slightest. Hand reaching down to brace against that pillowy rump, her hips thrust forward not really caring about the fate of a cockshaft that isn’t even hers. She can feel every touch, every press her loins were alive in delirious excitement.

Another bleat. Too out of it to moan, if she could have unleashed an orgasm at that moment she would, but the tight hold of a mare’s anal clench was too restricting to let anything slide up past. 

“Ohwwwwoow!” the sheep breathes. Just letting it take her, letting the rump drag her in up to the balls, letting it chew and grind over her hips in a greedy little munch. 

The mare says nothing. Her ass continues to pull. Deeper. Further. Until even the balls themselves are scrunched up and tucked inside her bowels. The sheep snickerbounces at just how amusing that was to watch happen, right up until the pull and grind started to tug her fleece. Started to take in her hips.

The sheep frowns.

“H-hey, um … w-woah, n-not that this doesn’t feel /amazing/ but uh, you can stop now.”

“I am not doing anything.” The mare states simply. Unmoving, unflinching, and with an expression that says she knows exactly what’s going on and simply doesn’t care. 

“O-mgp, oh come ooonnn, you’re really going to do this again? B-but you have gym class today! And jogging!” 

The mare turns her head forward so as to not look at what’s happening, her tail swipes from left to right with those fibery hairs whapping over the sheep’s face. 

“Well then you’d better find out how to get out before I put my pants back on.” And just as anything else, her words were a cold statement of fact. The hint of a demand. And the promise of a threat.

Sheepgirl started pulling. Gently at first, tugging on her loins and noting the anus held her by the balls as securely as any headlock, albeit in this case with a different head. Then she starts pulling harder. Nothing. Harder and harder, biting her lips and bringing both arms down to her cockbase so as to tear at it in wild desperation.

The mare makes a “tsk” sound and starts sitting up. Another clench pulling this sheep up to her thighs, fleece against horserump and the puffy little bundle of pudge now setting herself up to be the perfect butt plug.

“N-nooo! You promiiised.” The sheepgirl whines in a panic, struggling to keep on her feet while her hips are being lifted up almost higher than her head. Her twin arms now abandon holding the shaft entirely, reaching down for her pants … for her shirt. Fumbling away from the mares oversized panties all in the same pile.

The mare states in a simple, direct tone. “I promised I wouldn’t put you there, not that it would never happen. If you can’t get out on your own then I’m under no obligation to help you.” 

This prompted a bemused whine from a sheep who fancies herself the dom in most situations, but cloven hooves scrape over the hem of her dress. A frantic pull to get it up into her arms, rooting through the pockets.

The hose was sitting up now, back strait and knees bent, mostly standing but still fairly crouched, her anus looser than before from the cheeks being spread so wide. The sheep slips out a tiny bit, then slides a little more, but still not enough to keep her from dangling by the cock between two tree-like legs. She had the perfect plan though. 

“Well lucky for me, I /can/ escape! So HA! Don’t even worry about it.” The sheepgirl taunts with a tongue sticking out. Scissors. Snip. Snack. Flomph. 

In a single motion she took the magical scissors to her own crotch, snipped just beneath the balls, and then allowed herself to fall the way down onto thick black panties. Her own loins once more looking feminine, a distinct pussy with that gaping mouth draped around it from someone else who’s spent too long eating her out, and looking up at the base and balls that now clung to the mare’s rump like a fleshy butt-plug.

The mare reaches her hand back to pull the cock-dildo out with a single tug. An anti-climactic Schluuurk that likely indicates she had at least some control over how firm her butt was tugging on people. But her words, even when mulling over the tattooed cock in her hands, were bored and disinterested.

“If you say so. I won’t worry about you at all.” The mare shrugs, prompting the sheepgirl to snicker. 

“Ahaha! Ohmygosh this was the most fun ever. I have GOT to steal someone else’s cock next time.”

“Ahuh.” The mare passively agrees, putting the cock between her own lips like a dog with a bone. Bending down and using her free hands to grip either side of her panties.

The same panties our sheepgirl was sprawled out on top of …

No warning, no mercy, and a surprised squeal of smothered lust, as the mare pulls her panties back up over her rump all while the screaming sheepgirl comes up with them. Tucked against the center and now smeared between butt and cloth with a firm hold.

“HRmgphg. HGmgopgh!” 

“I’m sorry miss.” The mare answers non-commitally, swinging her rump over and … plop. Sitting down onto the couch. Grinding her entire weight down into this dimuntive sheep all while enjoying the musty flavors of a brand new cocktoy. “But I did just say I’m not going to worry about you.”

Struggles. Jerking whines, already the sheep’s form starting to compress under much too great of a weight, flattening out between the curve of this mare’s rump and the bend in such tight fabric. 

“If you can’t get out on your own, then you must want to be there. That’s the rule.” The mare states matter of flatly. “Now if you don’t want to be my tattoo by the time I head to the Gym, then all you have to do is say so.” 

Many sounds were made.

Numerous muffled, half audible sounds. 

But the mare, already sliding her pants onto her legs, said it best. 

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’ …”