A Restless Sheep
What's the best thing to do when you can't sleep? Bust out your BD toys and have some time to yourself.
Heyo, this was a bit of a shorter story since I'm trying to get back into doing this more frequently. Please tell me if anything could've been improved here! You might see this sheep again soon
A quiet, pitch black room. The only sound disturbing the uniform quiet was the muffled whooshes of cars passing by on the street. The sheep tossed and turned in his bed now and then, trying to find a more comfortable position. Every time he found himself nearly asleep something changed and suddenly he was awake again. He couldn't think of anything that might be troubling him, he had the day off tomorrow, why couldn't he get to sleep?
He tossed off his blankets, fumbling around for the switch on his lamp. A soft yellow light illuminated the tidy, small room. Though it wasn't the biggest room he could have, it worked well enough for him; not like he spent a ton of time in there anyway. He scratched at his belly some, yawning a bit as he sat up, his hair falling in messy caramel locks around his face. There was an easy solution to this, he hoped. Pulling his nightstand drawers open, he fished around, moving aside some books and other mementos he had stashed in his drawer. A few of his favorite books, all conveniently hiding his treasures beneath.
A cool blue bad dragon toy and an accompanying bottle of lube were gingerly laid onto his stand as a paw shoved his boxers down around his ankles. He'd bought the toy a few years ago but despite its continued use, it looked just as good as it did fresh out of the packaging. Taking care of your toys is important, especially when they cost 100+ dollars and a good deal of humiliation when trying to grab it from your mailbox. It was all worth it for this beautifully designed toy however. Expertly modeled after a dragoness' slit, the texture of the lips boasted soft scales that felt pretty good rubbing against you. The detail still surprised him sometimes, from the look of the folds as you spread the lips up to the clit, it all looked so lifelike.
He flopped back onto his mattress, a paw slowly pushing down from his woolly chest to his smooth, clean shaved belly. He relaxed, his legs spreading out as he gently squeezed the chub of his belly. It wasn't often he got time to himself like this with how often he worked. His paw wasn't in any rush; slowly, gingerly, it ran down the swell of his belly, hovering above his crotch to tease himself a bit. His body responded just the way he wished. By the time his paw had reached down below the belt, his fingers teased over the stiffness of his shaft.
He grabbed the bottle of lube from his stand, giving a vigorous shake of the bottle before popping the cap open. He'd used a lot of different brands with the toy, yet, bad dragon's lube just worked the best for him. He squeezed the bottle, letting the sticky, cool liquid spill over his throbbing cock. He tensed a bit as the cool sensation clashed with the warm flesh, but with a few rubs of his paw smearing the sticky lube into his shaft, it was warm enough.
With his cock slick with the sticky, white lube and his excitement climbing ever higher, he slowly sunk the lips of the toy onto his tip. He grunted as the soft, life-like silicone folds spread around his shaft with the aid of the lube. His breaths began to shorten; faint bleats filled the room as he began to work the toy up and down, slick sounds filling his room as the lubed-up silicon squeezed and massaged his cock. Every time his paw brought the toy down to his crotch, he could feel the slick, sticky walls surrounding him. He grunted and groaned as he squeezed the toy; the extra pressure had him bucking up into it as a thick strand of pre-cum oozed into the walls.
It took him longer to finish while using the toy which helped him waste time while he worked away his insomnia. The lewd slaps of the toy meeting his crotch repeatedly was helping to push him nearer to the edge. He could feel the lube had drooled out around his balls, soaking his crotch with the lube and the pre-cum that oozed from his tip. He was getting close, he could tell. Occasional twitches of his legs, hard, erratic throbs of his shaft, and pre-cum mixing with the lube; just a bit more and he was going to blow. As his chest heaved his breaths and he bucked his way towards orgasm, he pulled the toy from his pulsing shaft with a slick pop. His paw furiously stroked the slick, twitching shaft, gliding across the black length. His toes curled as he finally began to spurt thick ropes of his seed all over his belly. The first shot hit the caramel colored wool of his chest, the weaker shots died down and mostly coated his belly. With a satisfied sigh, he released his grip on his softening shaft, taking the moment to bask in the heavenly afterglow of his orgasm.
He no longer felt tired, fatigue slowly crept through his exhausted body as he lay among the heavenly blankets of his bed. He reached into his stand once again, this time producing a towel to wipe himself off. He did the best he could with his wool; he'd have to shower tomorrow. He stuffed it beneath his bed, making a mental note to wash it tomorrow morning. Not bothering to pull his boxers back on, he wrapped himself in his blankets, falling soundly asleep shortly after.