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West Virginia's roads were almost sparse to nonexistent.

A few hours' worth of peruses through Howlr and Pred8r eventually led me to a house deep in the wilderness outside of Clementin, far from the main highways and down gravel roads imposed by unkempt trees. Luckily, the fjord truck I rented happened to be built for such terrain, and it didn't require much to find the location; an unassuming mobile home parked on a strip of land off of the main road, down a narrow gravel path and looking surprisingly well-maintained despite the age. Like the owner desperately wanted to make sure it didn't fall apart.

Another Fjord truck, only it had a muddy brown paint job, happened to be parked right beside the mobile home. I wouldn't have assumed it belonged to someone else if the sight of another truck resting under a doorless garage nearby didn't make me suspicious. Did I come at the right time? Was the owner's family or friends stopping by, unaware that he planned to get fucked sideways by a stranger from the Internet?

I already sent a message to SheepNeedsDickNow when something else caught my attention. The door to the mobile home had sprung open, and out stumbled a burly timber wolf my own age. He wore an offensive shirt one size too small for him underneath a stained denim jacket, plus cargo pants he almost covertly sipped back up. A satisfied smirk was carved across his muzzle, only to pause his confident walk down the wooden steps when he locked eyes with me. The smirk disappeared at first, then reappeared after a sigh of relief, and the bearded timber wolf winked at me before entering his truck.

I waited until the older canine and his vehicle disappeared back onto the main road before sending another DM. Reply came and almost immediately when I asked about his visitor.

SheepNeedsDickNOW: Don't worry about it.

SheepNeedsDickNOW: Come on in ;3

I shrugged it off and exited my vehicle, only managing to take in a few sniffs and glimpses of the untouched wilderness before entering the home. Much like the exterior, the interior certainly had been thoroughly cleaned. The floors, the ceiling, the walls, kitchen appliances, and furniture all appeared brand new despite everything feeling like a time capsule from the 1990s, or even older. I recognized one of the chairs in the living room as being vintage Americana from an Eighties film, yet a dirty neon sign the size of my head hung from the wall above the kitchen table, advertising the old logo of a beer.

"I'm in here, big guy," my conquest for the evening crooned down the short corridor.

Walking down to the main bedroom made me notice the lingering scent of recent sex. It's staying further ones I went past a doorway and found a certain male sheep lounging on his stomach atop a large queen-sized bed. His soft cottony ass presented itself to me, already leaking the earlier timber wolf's seed down his leg while the lad messaged somebody else on Howlr.

"Feel free to take me, Daddy Doberman," he murmured and wiggled his enticing rear end in my direction. "I'm already lubed up and ready for you!"

"I'm a Doberman mix, but whatever," I snarled in deep lust. Sloppy seconds didn't seem so bad, not when I could easily help lube up the next poor man to nut inside the slutty sheep. "Little lamb, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be addicted to my breed."

"I sure will," he giggled, "but first, can I taste it?"

"Very much so," I chirped while unzipping my fly, then pulled out my sheath. Walking around the bed, I touched my emerging tip to his nose. "Lick it, little lamb."

From what I gathered and surmised; the nameless sheep came from a religious family. I could tell based on the lone cross nailed above his bed, but the lack of any other Christian memorabilia, as well as one portrait of a sheep flock hanging in the corridor. Who won in the family portrait wore used but formal clothing, including my little lamb. He likely came from a devout Baptist family and moved out on his own despite his parents' protests. Based on how little wool grew over his recently shaven body, he likely sold it for cash. Selling himself both the legal and illegal way.

He certainly sucked and fondle my balls like a professional prostitute. The sheep's lips wrapped around my shaft in a warm, wet vice, his freed fingers pulling and playing with my scrotum after setting his phone aside. With each thrust homemade inside his maw, I didn't feel so much as a single scratch or misfired angle. It left me feeling drool drip down my chin with each heavy panting I made, and I stared up at the blank ceiling as I almost fell over the edge...only for him to feel my balls churn for release, and the sheep popped my dogcock out of his mouth.

"Fuck me, now!"

Wiping my chin, I chuckled to the lad, "Gladly, little lamb."

Seed of previous men splashed around my member once it entered those tight, velvet walls. They clinched around me like a virgin. The sheep buried his head into some pillows the same time I buried myself inside that slick tailhole. He welcomed me like an old friend, moaning and bleating loud enough to make the walls tremble. He felt so soft, from his shadowed fur regrowing in patches to the cheeks I wrote while spreading them open in carnal delight. The dogcock he'd so wondrously deep-throated, then lubricated with a mixture of his saliva, the timber wolf's seed, and the last of my blueberry-scented lube, stretched his walls to their limit. I paused midway when he suddenly yelped in pain, leading me to pull out a few inches.

"I am so sorry," I whispered to the whimpering sheep. He winced when trying to look at me. "I don't see any bleeding. Do you need a minute?"

"Y-yeah..." he exhaled, nodding. "You can keep going with this, just...just gimme a moment, okay?"

I obliged. Instead of reentering him from behind, I got more affectionate and romantic with my gestures as we waited. My paws caressed up and down his beautiful male body, admiring his curves as I leaned down to plant kisses down the sweat-stained, cum-stained fur on his spine. He sighed happily from it. He shivered and giggled from the attention, bleating again when I reached up to squeeze a pert nipple.

"Oh, my God..." the sheep panted like a canine, blushing into his pillows as his ears tickled my throat. "Oh, please, fuck me again! Fuck me again!"

I fell back onto my knees in surprise. Then, a lewd grin reappeared on my dark-furred muzzle, and I stroked my dogcock once more. Leaning over the smaller mammal again, then planting a kiss between his heated ears, I murmured sweet nothings into them.

"Alright," I nipped one while speaking between my teeth, "I'll be gentle this time, little lamb."

***

Half an hour later, I stepped out of the mobile home, zipping up the fly of my jeans and wearing an incredibly satisfied grin. In a further sense of deja vu, yet another truck sat beside mine, its occupant watching me as I made it to my vehicle. I didn't look at the driver, a grizzly bear old enough to be the sheep's grandfather, give me a jealous scowl as I climbed inside my truck, then drove off. In the rear-view mirror, I could see the bear adjust his pants, then enter the trailer, then I disappeared back onto the main road.

"Little lamb's certainly popular tonight," I laughed through my nostrils, then finally turned up the radio. I attempted an exaggerated accent as I mumbled to myself, "Now, where to get me some West Virginian grub..."