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In normal situations, dogs herd sheep. It's an ingrained behavior in both animals, a pre-existing hierarchy. At the same, dogs also understand quite well the purpose of a collar and leash, especially when such is put onto them. The wielder of the leash is automatically given a degree of respect by the canine, the pup usually becoming subservient to that leash-holder.

But what if the leash-holder was also a sheep? My my, wouldn't that be an unorthodox situation. ;3 Lo and behold, Faynelle the Flaaffy is a rather unorthodox Pokemon...

Faynelle is quite the gay ungulate, as one would expect from a Pokemon who works as a male stripper at a gay club. His randy behavior is also quite flexible, cementing him as a solid switch, comfortable both as the submissive and the dominator. Oftentimes, he has more than enough creatures interested in banging his sexy body, but...what happens when he feels a more...aggressive mood, you ask? Well...hehehe. Let me tell you a little story.

The weekend is a very fun time for the Flaaffy. He loves his job, but as a chubby sheep he enjoys just lazing around now and then. Certainly, some weekends he does quite a number of things (and very kinky things at that), but sometimes he just wants to flop his fat ass on a seat in his house and vegetate for a bit. <3

One thing that is quite common, however, is for the pink Pokemon to have visitors during his off-days. Depending on what he's in the mood for, the visitors might vary, but it seems the sheep was feeling quite dominant this weekend. Lazy, and dominant? Hmm... It was quickly clear just what sort of creature would be nice to have around with that mix of feelings: a weekend slave! Fortunately, the Flaaffy keeps good track of those he's had previous flings to, and notes just what they like to do...or, and much more and fun, what they might be coerced into liking~

Duron the Houndour was a mere phone call away, and was quite eager to come over and hang out at Faynelle's place for the weekend. The pup had only a one-night fling with the sheep before, but the canine's submissiveness was quite easy to recall, the smaller Pokemon eagerly sucking away at the Flaaffy's large shaft as soon as he could get his jaws around it.

It seemed to the dog that Faynelle was simply inviting him over for some more good, vanilla fun... But those thoughts were quickly dashed as the sheep closed the door behind him and planted a hoof upon his back, forcing him to lay down on the carpet. Duron yelped at this, but remained submissive, if confused, as something was latched around his neck. The Flaaffy's hoof finally lifted as the pink Pokemon simply stood with a smirk, allowing the Houndour to stand back on his feet and observe the new development. A nice leather collar was now snug around the pup's neck, a leash attached to it with the other end held by the kinky sheep.

"I feel a bit lazy this weekend. You're my slave until Monday, so you can do things for me." the sheep stated simply and casually, before lightly tugging the canine towards his bedroom.

Duron was a bit speechless to Faynelle's actions; sure, he was a submissive dog, but he never intended to be...a slave! Still, the Houndour found he couldn't fight the sheep or even speak against the idea, just padding along quietly to the Flaaffy's bedroom. The pup was too busy feeling embarrassed, anyways; he felt his knotted cock already hard and bouncing between his legs as he trotted along, the idea of being this subservient to the sheep confusingly feeling just as 'right' as it felt 'wrong'.

The introspection distracted the Houndour from noticing as Faynelle plopped down in his bedroom computer chair, reclined lazily back in it, and immediately started browsing for porn. The dog slowly noticed what the sheep was doing as he was tugged closer and closer to the Flaaffy's crotch, the woolly Pokemon's legs well-spread to expose his thick cock and plump balls. The whiff of male musk finally brought Duron out of his thoughts, his nose bumping against the shiny black head of Faynelle's meat.

The canine's blushing turned up to 11 at this, and then to 12 as his own shaft bounced and throbbed happily at the situation he was in. Previous reservations or not, Duron couldn't help himself now. The dog's wet tongue quickly lapped down along the folds and crevices of Faynelle's foreskin, swirling his licks up to the smooth exposed cockskin, before lapping back towards the base yet again. Quickly, the canine's situation felt much more 'right' than it was 'wrong'...regardless of if he had willingly chosen to be a slave or not. Perhaps that wasn't something that should be done willingly in the first place...? The Houndour's ingrained instincts involving leash and collar, owner and pet, all began flooding out...and pacifying him. Yes, this seemed quite 'right' indeed for Duron now, his face smooshed lewdly against all this maleness that he was required to pleasure... His tongue picked up its pace and eagerness, dipping playfully between the sheep's shaft and foreskin, exploring the parts of that meat normally hidden away by its protective covering.

Faynelle let out a quite-pleased bleat at this, patting the dog's head with his foot without breaking his attention away from his computer screen. One pink paw held the leash taut, ensuring that the pup could not back away from his equipment in the slightest...not that he likely would at this point. The other paw was clacking slowly away at his keyboard, switching between one kinky picture after another... All Pokemon, doing all sorts of things... The Flaaffy would certainly have been able to get his rocks off on the mass of kinky images he had saved, even without having a 'helper', but the dog's warm and wild tongue was only making this experience all the more delightful for the sheep!

The pup lowered his focus for a change, his tongue bouncing and pulling and swaying those thick sheep-balls all about. Faynelle's plump orbs were quite loose, and thus were quite fun for the canine slave to dangle around - not to mention that they tasted just as good as the other parts of the sheep! Soon though, Duron felt a desire to do more then licks...and with careful, steady jaws, he slowly glomped around one of those fat balls, suckling it quite delicately in his mouth. The load groan that the Flaaffy immediately emitted, as well as the hard slap of the throbbing sheep-meat atop the Houndour's snout, indicated to the canine that he had made a wise decision! He suckled and rolled the orb around his maw, before growing more confident yet... Opening even wider, and angling his head just right, the determined Houndour slipped the other ball past his jaws as well! His doggy-cheeks bulged like a chipmunk's as the orbs filled out each side of his mouth, the cum-unit pulsing and sloshing around their contents as they enjoyed the slimy warmth of where they were at. It was certainly more than a mouthful for Duron, his jaws already aching slightly from the necessary stretch, but he held out as long as he could, murring and slathering his tongue over that wonderful package for as long as he could.

The fat sheep approved of the dog's choices of actions, even if his latest choice had put quite a bit of pressure on his balls. Faynelle knew how durable he could be, however, and it certainly felt very nice...almost TOO nice. His libido was almost too strong now... It was time for his canine whore to get better positioned. The Flaaffy planted his hoof atop Duron's nose, giving it a light push to get the slave to let go of his balls. One after another, the orbs popped out of the pup's muzzle, now dripping with doggy-drool as the Houndour panted lustfully, looking up and waiting for his owner's next command. And Faynelle was more than happy to give it.

"Suck me off."

The dog's ears perked up eagerly at this straightforward order, the Houndour's jaws parting wide once again as he wrapped his jaws around that thick sheep-shaft. A 'glurrrk' was heard as Duron quite willingly deep-throated the mass of meat, bobbing his head lustfully as he slid the cock in and out of his throat. The canine's hips bounced as well, his own doggy-hood begging for release and grinding into the thankfully-soft carpeted ground to seek it!

The outcome was never in doubt.

Both sheep and slave cried out in a hard groan, both Pokemon hitting their climaxes in near-tandem. Of course, Duron's voice was more muffled on account for the bucking, throbbing cock in his mouth, and this grew even more muffled as a strong flood of cum torrented out from the sheep-shaft! Like a good little whore, the Houndour swallowed every last drop of the Flaaffy-cum, the dog feeling his belly slightly bloat from the sheer spoogey supply the sheep possessed! His own load was much less controlled or channeled, and instead his knotted meat simply bounced and throbbed around, jetting cum all over the bedroom carpet and his own underside!

As abruptly as the orgasms had arrived, they likewise ended just as quickly, the Pokemon's sexual 'wells' drying up. Duron slowly slipped Faynelle's shaft from his throat and jaws, the slimy mess of a shaft 'schlorping' out after a moment of being stuck embedded in the dog's throat. The Houndour stood weakly as both parties panted, coming down from their high, the canine looking back to the large cummy stain he'd left on the ground with some degree of embaressment.

"Oh, my, my. What a naughty slave, leaving a mess like that."

Duron gulped, looking back up at the Flaaffy to see his Master staring at the wet spot, a somewhat-evil grin stuck on the sheep's snout. "S-sorry, I...I was just enjoying...everything...too much-" began the Houndour, before a firm plant of the sheep's hoof against his lips paused his words.

"Oh, that's okay. But do clean it up, of course. You've got quite an active tongue, after all; I'm sure you can lap it all up."

The Houndour went wide-eyed at the casual command, turning towards his cum-puddle as Faynelle loosened his leash. Sure, the carpet was quite clean, and was a strong material that didn't come apart easily or even absorb that well; it wouldn't be that hard to lap it up, but...licking the ground like that was just...

"Come now, slave. You don't want to make me upset or anything, do you?~" the Flaaffy giggled, interrupting the canine's train of thought as the sheep planted his hoof against the dog's butt, pushing Duron right up to his cum-puddle. "And don't forget to lick yourself clean afterward too, you messy little thing."

An emasculated sigh escaped the dog's lips as he bent down and began to lap at his cum-stain, slowly and gradually cleaning the large spot he left...and a hard blush never leaving his face as he worked. Faynelle had simply gone back to browsing the web as lazily as before, occasionally glancing over to make sure the pup was cleaning properly, and eliciting a "Good boy!" if he was.

One thought remained on Duron's mind, all the while. Being a slave to this sheep... Why was it so 'wrong', and yet, so 'right'? o//o