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Lanolin has always been a hard worker. Ever since her first job in the service industry, she has done precisely what she has been told, shepherded from one field to the other. Through her suggestible nature, the sheep finds herself in the employ of Shadow the Hedgehog, former hero of the world and current reclusive philanthropist.

But really, how can such a big house have so few staff members?

"It's just the way things are," her boss, Rouge, says. "Just make sure you get everything done that's on your schedule, and you should be fine. Don't bother the master, and he won't bother you. And don't worry about it; he's really a big softie... on the inside... deep on the inside."

Lanolin heeds those words as she walks through the halls, making sure all the rooms are cleaned as per their schedule, but she has to stop when she arrives at the gym. The door is slightly ajar, and the scent inside makes her wrinkle her nose slightly.

Stepping In, the suit-clad sheep bleats out. "Excuse me? Is someone in here? This place should have been cleaned. Master Shadow has his workout routine in a few hours and-eep!"

The soft tap on her shoulder has Lanolin drop her datapad, but the soothing words over her shoulder calm her down just a little bit.

"S... sorry."

"Oh, it's you!" Lanolin says, clutching her chest, sighing. "Uh... Whisper, right?"

The wolf in maid's clothing nods.

"You're the one who is supposed to be cleaning this room today. Why does it still smell like... something...?" Lanolin squats down, scooping up her datapad. When she looks up to stand, she pauses. While the short skit was not entirely unheard of, the sheep knows for a fact that maids are supposed to wear something underneath. "Uh..." she says, looking up towards the narrowed eyes of the wolf. "What... what's this about?"

Whisper takes a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her claws. "What's... what?" she whispers, her lip quirking gently.

Lanolin frowns, her eyes flashing back down between the wolf's legs, gulping. "That... you... you've got...."

"Oh, you want to see?" Whisper's voice rises, her hands moving to her skirt, lifting it up. The burning in her cheeks increase, but it is nothing compared to the burning desire welling up within her with the sight of that sheep.

Between her legs, resting inside of her and sticking out gently, is a black vibrator, branded on the base with the emblem of her master, of Shadow the Hedgehog.

"Master didn't want me to clean until I was done with this. He said there'd be... n... no point." Whisper says, one eye-opening slightly.

The strange silence between them has the background of the light buzzing of the vibrator. Soon, the vibration of another sort happens. "Excuse me," Whisper says, dropping her skirt and pulling out her phone. "Yes, sir?"

"Mmm... my meeting's running... a bit late," the gruff voice, unmistakable, says. "Feel free to take care of yourself. I know I am just thinkin' about you."

Whisper bites her lip. "How... should I?"

"Nngh... however, you want. I won't be back for a while, and I know you need to get off. Just tell me all about it when I fuck you."

"Understood." Whisper clicks the phone off. "Well, now you know my secret," the wolf says. "All of it."

Lanolin just stares up at her, frozen practically in place.

Whisper squats down, one hand moving up under her skirt. She leans in, sniffing the air around the sheep.

"Wha... what are you? Eh!?"

That nose goes right up to her neck and pulls back. Whisper smirks, dropping the device to the floor. "You're getting turned on," Whisper says. "We're similar."

Lanolin gulps. "W... what do you mean?"

"Did you like hearing Master Shadow's voice like that? He was... eh... jerking off, you know."

Lanolin gulps, her hand upon her chest. "Y... yeah?"

"He's insatiable, you know... and he's big."

"Y... yeah...?"

"But you wanna know something else, sheep?"

"Y... yeah!"

Whisper takes a deep breath and then exhales. "I'm insatiable too."

Lanolin's eyes widen, but she cannot respond before the wolf presses her lips up against her own. The sheep's eyes roll back, and her body tenses up before finally relaxing into the dominant kiss, letting her mouth open up for that tongue.

Lanolin has always been a pushover, and she has always done as others had told her. The sheep is not a leader, but she is a follower, and she's a damned good one, at that. Whisper pulls her mouth away, and the saliva trails between the two of them. The sheep is instantly entranced. Her eyes flutter into a half-lidded stupor, her tongue hanging out.

That ultimate submissiveness in the sheep makes the wolf grit her teeth, a soft growl rising up from the back of her throat. "Looking at you like this," she begins, grabbing the sheep by the tie, standing up and yanking it until Lanolin stands up with her, "makes me feel like what it's like to be Shadow!" She presses her mouth against the sheep's neck, kissing over her, claiming her, her free hand fumbling with buttons, undoing the shirt, one button at a time.

Lanolin cannot believe herself when she moves her own hands up, finishing what the wolf so clumsily starts, letting her shirt spill open, save for the collar, showing off the bra underneath.

Whisper's fingers move down her body, soft and warm and shuddering in a mix of intimidation and anticipation. Her fingers dive deep, past the belt and into the hem of Lanolin's pants, underneath her underwear, and down to her very core.

"Oh yes," growls the wolf. "We're going to have a lot of fun while the master is away."