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(POV Anthro dog & Sheep)

Your friend is heading out of town for the long weekend to visit family, and managed to convince you to look after the apartment building in his stead. He owns the apartment building, in The Range district of Los Anul. So you are a bit nervous as you plop yourself down in his office.

You have a tall fan looking back and forth to keep you cool- it is early summer but already the heat is going up. That is part of what has you nervous. Normally it would be a pretty chill job most of the time- if something in the building breaks you have to fix it, but if nothing breaks you don't really need to do anything. But Wick is a world populated by anthros... since the apartment building is in The Range, it is populated by farm critters... almost entirely sheep anthro. Rather than a normal farm for ferals- the sheep are anthro so they stay here like a regular apartment building, except it falls on the landlord's duty to shear them.

Now that the heat has suddenly spiked, they are most likely going to be looking to get rid of their coats now to prepare for summer. You tried to sneak in as quietly as possible. No one knows who you are, so you are hoping that they don't realize you are standing in for your friend and don't ask; just assuming the landlord is gone. There is a large chair that looks almost like a dentist chair- set up to shear them in. But they are people! It would be embarrassing and... weird. Wouldn't it?

You hear a knock on the door and freeze up, not even breathing for a moment; hoping they will think no one is here, since the door is locked. There is enough natural light coming in the large window that you do not have the lights on either. She only knocked twice rather quietly but then you were startled by a loud bang! Did she collapse against the door?!

You rush over and open it up and she stumbles into your body, clutching you weakly to brace herself. "O-oh. Sorry, I just f-feh-eh-eh-eh-eh... felt faint."

She feels almost scalding hot to the touch, and it is no surprise. Her coat of wool is now so massive that her clothes cannot fit properly- they are stuffed so tightly with wool that she looks like a walking pillow! Her skirt is being held up almost horizontally out from her on the wool of her thighs! Her shirt is so full you can't tell if she has tits the size of pumpkins in there or if it is all just fluff.

The wool abruptly ends halfway down her shins, halfway across her forearms, and on her face where her charcoal grey skin is exposed- so dark that it looks completely black in comparison to most other colors. Her wool in contrast is a pale cream color. Her feet are completely hooves- tiny, narrow cloven hooves. Her hands are a hybrid of a cloven hoof and a hand- her dewclaws have essentially evolved to act as two thumbs, while the primary segments act like two fingers, allowing her to hold and manipulate things with her hooves like hands would- though the hooves have terrible traction to grip things. Her head has a mane of fluff longer than the rest of her- forming a giant mass that drapes down over her back and shoulders, acting like human hair. Her mane grows in the fastest. Her head is almost entirely feral in shape- though the muzzle small enough compared to the overall skull that her eyes can face forward rather than to the sides- so her pupils are round, not horizontal.

Her narrow nostrils above her cute cleft upper lip let out short gusts of hot hair- she is breathing heavily. It is a hot day for you- you can only imagine how hot she must be, wearing the equivalent of like 5 winter jackets at once.

Your panic for her safety overrides your embarrassment and uncertainty as you bring her into the office and plop her down on the chair, turning the fan on her while you scramble to find all the equipment you need, and futz with it to try and figure out how it works. You suppose you can't mess up her hairdo- because she most likely wants it all gone anyway. You are not that tall but she is still a bit shorter than you, though thanks to all the fluff she is four times as wide as you. You were about to use the razor on her but paused and shook your head- putting it back. There is no way in hell an electric razor is going to do anything to her- you touch her with that and it will get jammed in 0.5 seconds. You'd need a lawnmower to trim this bramble.

As you look around at all the stuff, you notice she is already pointing to a pair of large scissors. Yea... guess you will have to start with those. When you tilt the back of the chair back and more weight of her head compresses the mane growing from it, it billows up around the sides of her head and almost causes it to consume her face! It is so dense you cannot even run your fingers through it without immediately getting caught. You lift the scissors to her head to trim back the fluff threatening to bury her face entirely but she gently puts a hoof on your wrist and pushes your hand down to her body.

"Body. First. Need to... to expose as much skin as quickly as you can." She is panting from the heat, so it is hard for her to talk. Like everything else about her- her voice is small.

You are nervous about where to start cutting. Where does the wool end and her body start? You can't just jam the scissors in and cut randomly- you might skewer her boobs! She grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up for your, but struggled, forcing you to help her strip herself. The shirt is overstretched from all the wool. There is a mild earthen smell coming from the fluff that was under her shirt- her scent trapped in the thick mass. You start snipping- pinching a bit up and lopping it off. You take small cuts but cut quickly, trying to judge where the wool ends. You made a crater in her chest, then a chasm, then a large ravine and still it was just more fluff. But wait, you have to be getting close to her body? Are her breasts actually really small? They looked massive in her shirt, but it appears that was all just compressed wool that made it look like giant boobs.

You finally got down near skin, and made the clearing wider- you can finish it off with the razor to make her nice and smooth. Wait- she has nothing here. Not even nipples! Her chest is a complete and utter blank! Even guys have nipples, so it is weird to look at a chest that has absolutely nothing on it. You then glance down and notice a gap in the wool down below. Oooh... she has udders.

The sheep is being a bit distracting, unintentionally. Her heavy breathing and perpetually blushing face seem unintentionally lewd, and her face is very cute. You run the razer across the area in the wool you cleared and expose the smooth, near-black skin. She is hot to the touch. Her skin is almost always buried in wool so it feels extremely soft to the touch, because it is not often exposed to the outside world. She coos softly and squirms a bit in the chair with her legs. Oh, she loves being touched there. It has been so long, no doubt. Her skin and under wool is moist from sweat. Now that it is naked, the sweat starts to bead up on the surface and trace the soft contours of her musculature.

She urges you to shave lower and lower, soon carving out her belly button from under the wall of wool. Her stomach is smooth and toned, though not muscular at all. You do see a few pudgy veins collecting down lower- most likely milk veins, since she has udders. You become leery since you are getting dangerously low now, but she keeps telling you to go further. Finally she squirms around in the seat to undo you skirt- it has a latch at the side so she doesn't need to scoot it off, she can just pull it off from the side. She isn't wearing panties since no one would be able to see anything regardless. Now you are starting to feel flush in the face and hot- making you pant too. You are not as hot as she is, but you are a dog anthro and unlike her; your beast aspect deprived you of the ability to sweat. It also made it difficult to use scissors- because your hands have paw pads on the insides making your digits a bit too thick to fit properly in the ring handles of the scissors.

You avoid eye contact now out of embarrassment, but she continues to give you guidance with subtle hand gestures. You can feel them. There is a wall of wool still in the way between where your arms are working and where her endowments are but you can still feel the udders through it. She is getting you to cut straight down to them, exposing them bit by bit as you hack away at the cream colored forest around their base. The udders themselves do not grow any wool on them ever, but the wool around them had grown bushy enough to swallow them up. Which is impressive because her udders are not exactly small- especially for her small frame.

The udders are also near-black, and both of the segments are easily the same size as a large watermelon- the same shape too; oblong, not spherical. Her teats are almost as long as your pinky finger, but are so wide that they are cone shaped. They also point out and slightly to the sides, so they are not really centered on the udders. They have a few crinkles in the skin when you first expose them, but to get the wool at the base of the udders your wrists and arms keep brushing against them and causing the soft rubbery skin to wobble around. The crinkles in the skin of the teats vanish and they swell up fat and smooth. The udders are quite impressive- they try to flop down between her legs but she closed her thighs, causing them to sit up and point straight at you- not straight up, but still pretty pert.

You start to work on her thighs, carving the woman out of her prison of wool. Her thighs are round and meaty, and the skin here especially smooth. You only glance at the now pom-pom like lone mound of fluff over her privates before continuing down her legs. She is going to shave that herself... right?

As soon as you clear a path of wool the skin becomes glossy from perspiration. Such shiny, dark meat. Her legs get scrawnier the further down you go, till you finally get to her dainty little mini hooves. She instructs you to leave a little bit just above the hoof, so she has a cream colored cloud at the end of both legs. When you went to work her arms, she once again put a hand-hoof on your head preventing you from lifting that far up, then grabbed the crook between her udder segments and pulled the udder up to give you access to her pubic mound. Oh boy.

The smell here is salty, but you try not to think about it. You can already feel your own staff peeking out of your sheath- if it rolls any further out she is going to see a tent in your pants. You are the landlord for the weekend- this is your job, act professional! She does not have the torso shape of a sheep, so her udders are extremely close to her vulva- so close that when she pulls it up the trailing flesh connecting either segment back to her lower body ends basically on either side of her labia. Her vulva is human in shape and her labia rather small, so it is a rather featureless slit outwardly once you remove its protective layer of wool. It has been so long since she has felt airflow directly on her poor little pussy and she shivers and grins, squirming a little bit with a subtle moan. Your touch against her causes her pleasure, and the vibration from the electric razor causes her mons to fatten, pushing her pussy further forward. Just enough to part the outer labia enough that you can see her tiny little neon pink clit inside the near-black skin surrounding it.

When you do her arms, she squirms around and gets onto all fours on the chair so you can get their reverse-side as well, and then start on her back which is still totally encased. You trim her wool-hair down to a length where she can just tie it up and back with a normal hair tie. Her ponytail is more like a pom-pom, and the wool is so dense that the pony tail sticks straight out off the back of her head- it doesn't droop. She glances at you in an almost seductive way from the side as you shave down her neck and start to work on her back. More and more naked skin exposed, more shiny black flesh. Subtle womanly contours revealed through mountains of fluff. Slowly you make her more and more naked, she squirms under your touch, gasping and panting; more vulnerable and exposed with each pass of the razor. If you were more predatory you might have tried to take a bite out of her already.

She turns around to race her rump to the end of the chair so you can reach the rest easier. Like her legs; you left a ball of cotton around her wrists, and she told you to leave her tail alone as well. A sheep tail isn't much of anything- without its coat of fuzz you might not notice it at all. She squirms forward a bit, but on all fours her udders squish into the seat between her legs; so when she moves forward they squeeze between her legs, and her teats angle back just enough to pop out from under it. With her weight partially resting on them, they are extremely taut and round right now- you could bounce a coin off their surface. The udders themselves do not appear to sweat, but sweat from her body trails down onto the udders, tracing the fat milk veins, making them shine. Her tail twitched as you shaved around it. Her pussy was glistening too- but you doubt that is sweat. In this position her vulva is practically perched on top of the udders.

As soon as you finished you sighed and leaned against the wall. Finally done. Her scent and all that supple meat was driving you nuts. And you had to be so close to all that temptation- touching her for so long! You did not see at all when she hooked a hoof on the collar of your shirt and yanked you down to kiss!

You did not know how to react! She rolled back into the middle of the seat and pulled you over her! You stumble over the chair and have to put a hand down on either side of her to brace yourself so you don't fall off the side side of the chair. She asked you if you felt hot, and if she could help you with the heat. Well... you are panting, so yes, you are hot. She thrust her hips up, mashing her huge udders into your groin for a more overt suggestion. Really, she wants to have sex? In your friend's office?! Well... it is technically your office for the next few days...

You get both knees up onto the chair so you could sit up and reach down to undo your pants- as soon as you unzip them she lifts a tiny leg, hooks a hoof on the opening and kicks your pants off! Your canine member is already starting to slide out and the bulge of your knot already visible deep in the sheath. You suppose it is hard to hide your fondness of them. In Wick; people's beast half is determined by their personality... and you're a type of sheep dog- a border collie.

Well, she wants it and you've been going nuts internally wanting some of that mutton, so you don't waste time sampling her meat. You grab her tiny hooves and pull her legs up to angle her vulva up and then climb down over her, pinning her hips up like that between your legs and crotch as you get onto all fours over her and start thrusting. She is smaller than you so her pussy is tiny and grips your shaft tightly. The rhythmic motion of her internal contractions ripple along your cock to draw it deeper in. With every thrust her large udders slap her belly and then bounce off in a jiggling fit!

You managed to arch your back enough that you can reach one of her teats! They project far enough off her that you can suck her udders while banging her on the chair! She lets out several quiet, breathy bleats as you thrust harder and faster. Your knot grows and strains your sheath but her pussy shoves down on the sheath enough to pop the knot out, and then you shove forward hard enough to pop it inside of her! The pleasure from the knot is twice as strong, but you are also locked in place- she is too tight, you are tied and can't draw your dick out so your thrusts become shallow.

You feel yourself starting to peak, orgasm coming too strong for you to edge back. She teased you too much during the shearing, you need it too bad. You let go of her tit and lean forward, bending your arms to bring your head down and lightly bite the base of her neck, causing her to gasp and then coo, tilting her head the other way. The bleats loudly when you cum into her- your knot allows nothing to escape causing her passage to overfill and bloat out sideways which triggers her own orgasm! When she starts to cum too- the rippling of her vaginal muscles and cum pressure manage to forcefully pop you out of her!

After you had an orgasm, your logical mind starts to fade back in and you realize what you've done and where and scramble to clean yourself up and get the office back in order. The sheep just smiles timidly and casually gets herself cleaned up before trotting out the door with a timid thank-you.

Afterwards you slow down, seeing the office looks mostly normal- aside from the mountain of dislodged wool by the chair. You sigh as you finally have a moment to reflect on the event. She gave the impression that is not the first time she 'thanked' her sheerer in that manner. She was horny and giddy from being released from her prison of fluff, and you were very horny from tracing her entire body repeatedly to get her out. You were not expecting that 'tip' for doing your job. Certainly made the work seem less like, well, work.

You sigh again and go to prop your office door open. Get some airflow in here- besides, you seen how desperately the poor sheep woman needed that, so you better not try to dodge the others that come looking for help. Your heart jumps when you open the door and see a line of at least nine other sheep waiting just outside your door. They all smile and bat their eyelashes at you; one of them even blew you a kiss.

Wait, do they all need... are they all going to..? You're going to have to thank your friend when he gets back.