Predation. Chapter Four.
Story by Roofles on SoFurry
Predation Chapter Four By Roofles "Hey, little lamb." Shaun read the text he had received as he got out of church. It was thirty minutes late, but he didn't mind and neither did the man on the other side. They both knew Sundays were for church and that Shaun had no say in going to it or not. Travis was very accommodating to Shaun's needs and the sheep appreciated that more than he'd ever told the coyote. "Hey there stinky." Shaun texted back with a hoofed thumb. The screen of his phone was thicker than normal phones, allowing the sheep to use it without cracking the screen on accident with his hoofs. "I showered today!" A quick text was shot back in his direction. Shaun figured Travis had been waiting for his reply. For the past thirty minutes? The coyote must've been real bored, surfacing his phone until Shaun had a chance to reply. "When? Last week?" Shaun smirked as he teased the predator. It was like gaming online. Shaun felt comfortable doing it through text messages and chats. The screen created a barrier, like a cage, between himself and those on the other side. "Come visit me and take a sniff and find out." Travis responded with and Shaun felt his cheeks warming up as he smiled at that. Travis and Shaun had been seeing each other ever since that day. They had exchanged numbers and texted endlessly since. Travis was far better at texting than Shaun was but never got on him for his slow replies or lack of details, helping him figure it out along the way. For weeks now the coyote had helped Shaun understand things that were common sense to others growing with technology. Something the sheep was only recently becoming familiar with outside his restrictive home life. That life had always been like a pen for the sheep. He was protected inside its walls. Fed and groomed and overall, loved, but there were costs for such a life. Shaun had been blind to the outside world behind those barred fence posts. Only ever able to look out through the holes to a world so unlike his own. In a way it had been a miracle that Shaun had stumbled on the PC caf . It was one of the safest places for diversity. A way for him to dip his toe into the pool without fully diving in. And it was only thanks to that place he began to see how things were. Shaun was still na vely innocent and Travis had to be careful with helping him through the rabbit hole and pitfalls online. The coyote didn't want to expose him to too much, too quickly while also wanting to help Shaun see what his family had been protecting him from. Denying the sheep an opportunity to figure himself out. "Make sure to delete the text after. Have my name as 'Travis study partner from school,'" the coyote had taught Shaun all the tricks to hide their friendship with each other. It was hard to tell if it was a relationship or not, despite the two spending almost all of their free time together. Texting, calling each other or the weekly visits down to the PC caf that Shaun had been attending as much as he did church. Shaun wasn't sure if he was ready for that step, a relationship, given his living situation and Travis seemed to have picked up on it. Once more, the coyote was far more understanding and accepting of his situation than anyone else had been in Shaun's life. "Okay. I made sure your texts are on silent compared to the others. My dad and mom want to make sure I hear when they text or call me." Shaun went over it, again, that night on the phone as he laid in his bedroom with the door shut. There wasn't a lock on the door. Shaun had stuffed his shirt at the bottom to stop someone from just walking in; it wouldn't have been the first time. "I delete the history of our calls and our text messages. And if I don't respond, you know not to push it until I do... thanks." "Good. Make sure to also let them know that I have a girlfriend if they probe too far into who I am. It'll throw them off instantly," Travis had been through many situations like this in the past. Guys in the closet. It only got more complicated when the coyote talked to a prey species. "Tell them that I play football, religious freaks love that stuff. A B student, don't want to push things. That plays football and has a girlfriend. It's a classic situation they'll eat up." "Okay." Shaun mentally went over it several times as if he were studying for a test. In a way, it was. His parents could easily do a surprise pop quiz about the friend on his phone. It wouldn't be the first or last time they did. "Anything else?" "Just that we're studying religious studies together." The coyote thought it over. "Make sure to use the picture I sent you as well." The coyote had sent a generic picture of a donkey man for Shaun to use as the coyote's profile picture in the contacts. "After that. You should be in the clear. Make sure to mention I'm not a straight A student and that I'm not part of the Harvest religion. That'll also stop them from asking you to bring me to dinner or something." It was only through his failed attempts and mistakes in the past that Travis knew how to hide their friendship. Most guys weren't willing to risk being friends with a coyote for fear of being found out. Friends, family or even coworkers had freaked out about it. Those he thoughts were friends who weren't willing to risk losing their other friends or family just to be on good terms with him. "Sounds great!" Shaun giggled on the other line and Travis's tail thumped happily from the warm bubbly sound. Travis knew this was just temporary. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Shaun wouldn't be like the other guys who refused to come out for him. It hurt in ways the coyote hadn't been expecting. As if, Travis hadn't been good enough for them. That even his friendship wasn't worth the small price to pay for it. The coyote tried not to read too far into that. Shaun was different. Shaun was... Shaun. Whenever the sheep saw him, his entire face lit up, and they'd hug each other and chat there in the lobby of the PC caf that Travis still worked at. It wasn't fully in public, but it wasn't like they had to hide it either. Travis used to have to sneak into a bathroom to kiss his ex, let alone hug the other guy. Shaun was different. Shaun didn't shy away from his touch as much as before in public and Travis had to contain his urge to roll all over the sheep to mark him with his scent. He knew it was an instinctual canine response. The thought still made Travis toes curl. The coyote inadvertently nuzzling or rubbing against the sheep when they greeted. "They'll want to meet you." Shaun said and there was only a brief moment of silence from the other line as Travis thought that out. "I'm sure of it. I know you said they won't but that's how it is with my family." "Tell them I'm an aquarium, aquaria...? Whatever those fish guys believe in! That'll stop them from wanting to meet me. They'll try to get you to distance yourself from me, not wanting you to pick up anything from a different religion. God forbid!" Travis laughed, clearly hating the idea of any form of organized religions. "It'll work perfect. You can say your trying to convert me or something. They'll eat that up." Shaun laughed with him, smiling as his nub of a tail wagged. "Yeah. God forbid, literally!" The sheep was under his blankets, the lights off as he continued to talk with the coyote. "You're an atheist, right?" "Yup. Most predators are." Travis agreed, laying on his back now as he stared up at nothing. "Why can't I just tell them that? Some truth to help mask the lies...?" Shaun asked and Travis was proud to see his corruption and influences rubbing off on the perfect little sheep boy. "If you say that, they might suspect I'm a predator. Most preds don't believe in any kind of god or higher power. There was a huge religion back in the day about believing in the world, in nature and the cycle of life and death. Then the prey species took that over, labeled it a pagan religion and deemed it as such." The coyote grumbled, rolling onto his side on the pull-out sofa at his roommates place. "You guys kind of took everything from us. And then some. Most preds don't bother with religion because it's not the same as what we had." "After we stopped you guys from hunting and killing us," Shaun pointed out, not letting the coyote just grumble on about this. He also knew it would get Travis riled up, helping the coyote not to focus on their fucked-up situation. "Ah, come on baby, you love when I 'eat' you. Let me just have a taste. A single lick." Travis growled from the other end and Shaun felt the shivers run through him from that animalistic sound that did something to his inside. "Just a single... lick." "No! You're like a dog with a bone. I let you have it once and now you keep sniffing around my groin any chance you get." Shaun squirmed and giggled making the coyote's tail wag. "How many licks does it take to get to your creamy center?" Travis licked his lips at the thought. "Travis!" Shaun kept his voice down, giggling as he kicked his legs under the blanket. "You're terrible. A terrible influence." And Shaun loved it. It was fun, it was freeing and it was the happiest Shaun had been in a long while. He didn't feel as constrained or limited as with his family or friends in the gated community. It was interesting how Shaun felt seen by a single coyote compared to the hundreds of other sheep in the area where he simply blended into the flock. "Can't blame me for having such impeccable taste," Travis smacked his lips together loudly as he said the word, making a wet popping sound as he gnashed his teeth. "Lamb is becoming my favorite meal." "Stop drooling!" Shaun blushed into his pillow, heading butting it at the teasing he was getting. "I can't help it. I think of your lambchops, and my mouth just fills up." Travis grinned, his tail wagging faster as he laid there. "Lick you, bite you, chew on you. Those big thick thighs of yours, that big juicy ass..." "Stop!" Shaun groaned into his pillow to keep his voice down. "I just want to strip you down, put you on a plate, season you up and have my way with you." "That sounds so disgusting," Shaun laughed, covering his mouth with a hand. "Do you want to do stuff with me or eat me?" "Why can't it be both?" Travis asked. Shaun groaned. "Oh baby, when I finally get you dressed up for me? You'll love it." Travis nipped the air, making sure his teeth snapped together nicely. He could practically hear the sheep on the other end shiver. "Lick you clean before covering you with my special sauce." "Travis." Shaun's tone was a dead give away and the coyote quickly pulled back. The coyote ears perked up, whiskers straightening at the sound and Travis quickly diverted to a different topic. "But yeah, anyways, I wanted to watch that movie together if you're interested." Travis changed the subject to something tame and safe that they'd been talking about all week. "I know you'll be coming around the PC caf , but I wanted to, you know, make it special. It's our month anniversary." "That would imply we are dating..." Shaun muttered but didn't say no. Travis's ear flicked at that, not hearing a no. Nor a yes, yet. That was what the two were to each other. A fine line that they tip toed on together. Keeping checks and balances while watching out for each other. Making sure nothing progressed too quickly, and others who didn't need to know to find out. No terms, no definitive things. Just an emotional response that couldn't be used against them. "Friendship anniversaries are a thing right?" Travis scratched his long neck, sending shed fur up into the air. He needed to go for another good trim before he saw his little lamb again. It was a strange thought to have. A nice thought. Travis hadn't cared about his appearance until someone began looking at him like the way Shaun did. It had only been a month, and Travis's entire life had perked up. He was sleeping better, getting up on time. Only using his snooze button two times, instead of five. He bathed more often, brushed his fur and wasn't complaining as much as he normally did. It was... nice. "We both know what you mean." Shaun blushed, squirming as he held the phone closer. "More like a... a... blowjob anniversary!" Shaun closed his eyes, toes curling as he said the word, his stubby tail wagging quickly as he blushed so hot that he was beginning to sweat. "Heh, that's my cute little lamb." Travis took a deep breath in and let out a low growl. "Love when you talk dirty to me." "I-I can keep going..." Shaun offered. He seemed like a nervous wreck and Travis casually brought up the movie again instead. Putting a pin in this for later. Knowing not to push things too far in case Shaun's brain exploded. "It's a late-night theater. Make sure to bring your ID and I'll bring another jacket for you to wear." Travis inspected his nail, waiting for Shaun to say some kind of concern. It must be in a prey species nature to always be overly cautious about everything. "I got my own jacket, Travis." Shaun chuckled, blushing faintly at the warm fuzzy feeling he felt inside talking with the coyote. About anything. Things he was never aloud to think or feel or even wonder about. "Nope." Travis knew he'd say that. "Has to be my jacket." "But-," "NO butts. Other than yours. Wearing MY spare jacket," Travis gave a toothy smirk as he looked at the other jacket he had. It would be a bit big on Shaun, but the coyote had been wearing it all week for this chance. If Travis couldn't roll around on the sheep. This was the second-best thing he could think of after they dry humped to a finish. "Will that even fit?" Shaun's worries began to dissipate, and Travis had to stifle his laugh, knowing the sheep was onto the second thing he liked to do. Overthink. "Won't the sleeves cover my hands?" Shaun was notorious about overthinking things. Something Travis actually enjoyed because the sheep would forget he should've been afraid of the coyote. "Don't worry. It might hang a little low on you," Travis's tail wagged as the thought. "But we can roll up the sleeves. I already tested it out to make sure it'd fit you." The coyote licked his fangs, thinking about it. Going an entire day with the jacket on. Covering it in his scent and smell. His musk. That would sent tingles up through Travis. "Is this why you asked me for my size?" Shaun thought that over. Travis had him exactly where the coyote wanted the sheep. In the palm of his hand. "Yeah. I got you a little gift. Wanted to make sure it fit my little lamb." Travis said. A lie, a truth. Rolled into one. Rolled onto the sheep. "I'm not that much shorter than you." Shaun puffed out his cheeks, baa'ing angrily under his breath. Travis smirked at that, his eyes dancing with delight. "You are SO much shorter than I am." Travis chuckled as he knew Shaun was getting heated and worked about his height. Again. "You're like half my size." Shaun was small for a sheep and couldn't compare to the coyote. "I am not half your size! I am above half. At least..." Shaun fumbled with his words, mumbling at the end. "If I get on my tip toes!" "Yes. So much better." Travis turned over, tail wagging back and forth in the air as he hugged a pillow underneath his body. His weight. Pressing down on it as he thought of Shaun. "You are very large for a lamb." They both knew that wasn't the case. "Fine... you said a gift?" Shaun's ears lifted up, and the coyote smile grew as they went onto step three. Curiosity. Caution, to overthinking and then curiosity. It was always tinged with a bit of hope that warmed Travis's heart. Glad to know Shaun was thinking of him. Hoping for possibilities together. A future? No, Travis growled, that was too hopeful. He didn't want to push things. He had a nasty habit of rushing when he liked someone, and he didn't want to do that to Shaun. To enjoy this for as long as they could, together. Over the past month Travis had spent the time figuring out Shaun's likes, dislikes and turn-ons. It was a hobby of his at this point. Trying to figure out where the line was with the sheep as he teased him here, sent him videos there and even offered up some dick pics if he wanted. Shaun wasn't up for half the stuff Travis had teasingly offered. The coyote was able to play it off after every refusal and Shaun, innocent as he was, didn't realize how truthful Travis had been about the offer. Thankfully, the sheep didn't seem to be aware of what the coyote was doing, and Travis could play anything that was too much off as a joke or a "just messing with you... unless?" Travis had taken several flattering shots of himself. Deleted dozens of unflattering ones before. Shots of him with his knot out, others with a full sheath. Just the tip poking out of the opening. He really enjoyed those ones. He loved his sheath being played with and wondered if he got Shaun comfortable enough with his smell, the sheep wouldn't mind being face first against it. Travis was a stinky coyote and loved to share that with his partner. Shaun just didn't know it yet. And Travis wasn't sure how to offer it to the sheep. "Hey, want to sniff my fat nuts?" That seemed a bit too aggressive with their unique situation. The coyote was trying to figure that out. One step at a time. Like getting Shaun used to his scent. "I got an entire date set up for us. I'm not going to spoil it over the phone," Travis rolled his eyes. The silence from the other end made him worry. "Uh, Shaun? Did your parents come in...?" The coyote's ear flicked feeling oddly nervous for the sheep as if something had actually happened. "Oh, sorry, my brain just short circuited there for a moment. What did you say?" Shaun asked and Travis repeated himself. That was about the time the sheep hung up. The coyote stared at the phone for a full minute, holding his breath. He'd been thinking of such lewd thoughts that, for a moment, Travis worried he said something out loud. He quickly made sure to check on Shaun, just in case. "Everything alright?" Travis texted and several minutes later got a single word reply. It made Travis's ear flick in annoyance. He never mentioned it, but Shaun terrible texting was difficult to deal with when something like this came up. "Sorry." The text read. "Headbutt something?" Travis chuckled, trying to joke about it despite feeling nervous inside as he gripped the phone tighter. "Yup." Shaun grunted as he head butted the pillow another time. "It relaxes me." "Make you feel better?" Travis chuckled, feeling a bit lighter as the tension in his chest eased. "Yup." "What did you headbutt?" Travis texted and after moment he actually got a picture. Not of Shaun but of what looked like a punching bag in the sheep's room. "Is that?" "Yeah, it's a punching bag designed for rams to use. A few good head butts help. Thankfully my parents sleep like the dead." Shaun texted back. "I usually use my pillow. Unless I really need to hit something." Travis winced at the implication and rubbed his cheek. It had healed fine but it still hurt where Shaun had smacked him. "God bless their souls," Travis chuckled on his end. Thanking every punching bag and pillow maker that was made for disgruntled sheep to use. It would save him from several future bruises. "Those things are a god send." "Literally." Shaun typed back as he crawled back under the covers. "I got it from harvest festival last year!" The sheep typed out excitedly. Travis knew it was some kind of religious holiday in the late- summer and that was about it. "You feeling better?" Travis asked again and got a sheep emoji giving him a mocking thumbs up. Travis didn't have the heart to tell Shaun that those emojis were from a game and no one liked that character. "What startled you?" "Did you mean what you said from earlier?" "If wearing my jacket is an issue, we can change that up." Travis typed back quickly feeling that nervousness sink back in as he sent the text. Travis needed to pin down exactly what it was he said that made Shaun react like that. "It wasn't that." Shaun texted. The three dots continued, and Travis waited for the sheep to go on. It took nearly ten minutes before Shaun replied. The sheep needing to rewrite and delete the text several times. "I liked the idea of that. Actually. It must be silly." "Not silly at all." Travis's ears shot up and the coyote found himself sitting up himself as he typed faster. "I want you to wear the jacket. Be big and warm on you." With the added bonus of smelling like the coyote. "I'd let you borrow it if we could! I don't want your parents knowing, though." Travis hoped in the future, if they could work things out, that Shaun could just use his jacket from then on. "It's sweet. And romantic." There was a long pause before Shaun went on. "Is this a D?" "D?" Travis texted back. His mind went straight into his pants. He doubted Shaun was ready for a dick pic. The coyote had a whole bunch of different shots and angles of his junk. He was just waiting to share it when the sheep asked. Travis's thoughts went back to them and the coyote tried not to get aroused. Thinking of sending Shaun several pictures from different angles. Would Shaun like the front view? Did he want an ass shot? What if Travis squatted over the camera... no, that was too quick. He needed to work on up and explain the pleasure and joy of sitting on your partner. "You know what I mean!" Shaun texted back angrily. "I really don't." Travis let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "It must not be that big of a deal for you. You prob do it all the time." Shaun grumbled, texting back. Travis was used to the passive aggressive text by now and rolled his eyes. It was Shaun's defensive response that he got from his parents. It made him seem like a real bitch boy and Travis had to suppress the growl inside; wanting to put Shaun in his place when he acted like this. Another thing they weren't ready, yet, for. Travis was the more fucked up one. Enjoying it. Enjoying working the sheep up and then wanting to dominate him. Lay on him. Bite him... "What exactly was it." Travis texted back, getting frustrated and worked up. Very worked up and he had to adjust his sheath. Travis had done a lot of things. He needed the sheep to be more specific. One of the few things he didn't like about Shaun was the way the sheep assumed things. Not everyone could be a smart, goodie toe- shoes rich kid from a loving, if crazy religious, home. "Shaun!" Travis texted back. "Just tell me what it is so I can do it for you!" He would shake the sheep when he saw him next time. Or bite him. Maybe shove him to the ground... and there was his boner, poking from the tip of his brown furred sheath. Travis groped himself, laying there butt naked in the middle of the night texting Shaun. Getting worked up and working himself up further. "Date." Shaun sent the single word, and it took Travis far longer than the coyote was willing to admit to realize the issue. That was it. The idea of an actual, official date had shut down the sheep. How was Travis supposed to do half the things he wanted if dating was this difficult. "Yes." Travis texted back, calmly. "I want to take you on a nice date. You deserve to have a nice date. I want to take you on a nice date." Travis texted a string of texts one after another that basically read the same thing. He did it as a petty way to get back at Shaun knowing each time the sheep read that word, he'd blush further. It made a low, satisfied growl build in the coyote's chest. Before Shaun could text back, Travis called him. The phone buzzed in the sheep's hand. Shaun nearly dropped it, fumbling with the device before turning it on. "H-hello?" "Shaun. Go on a date with me." Travis said with a low growl from the other line. "You aren't even going to ask?" Shaun sheepishly replied, his words tangling up in his suddenly dry mouth as he choked on his saliva. "Nope. You lost that privilege when you hung up on me." Travis chuckled. "And what if I say no." Shaun teased back. There was an uncomfortable silence as Travis didn't say or do anything. Somehow, that was worse than either of the other options. "Fine! I'll go." Shaun caved instantly, covering his face with the pillow. The sheep tried not to baa again. "I want you to say it." Travis grumbled pettily. "Say what?" "Say that you want to go on a date with me. I want to hear the words." Travis smirked spitefully. "And you call me petty!" Shaun shouted back. "I might be a petty bitch, but I'm your petty bitch!" Travis huffed, tail wagging. "Fine. Fine! Travis? Will you... will... will you go on. On a... on an outing with me?" Shaun fumbled and blushed, sweating as he tried to say the words aloud. "I want to hear the word." Travis felt the smile tug on his face as he touched himself. Stroking himself off as Shaun stumbled trying to ask him out over the phone. "I want to hear you, my little lamb, ask me, the big bad coyote out." Travis played it up. Enjoying it more and more. The coyote rubbed over his nuts with a hand, bringing his fingers up to sniff the musky smell clinging to his fingers after. It had been a long day. Another extra shift to help pay for the plans he had in mind. Travis was exhausted. Stripping down and collapsing into his bed. He didn't think of his funk as he laid there, texting Shaun. Not until he began getting worked up by the sheep. Then that funk only added to his growing arousal. The smell of his body making the coyote drool with an almost feral need as he teased himself. Travis always started with his sack. Playing with the hefty orbs inside. The coyote was surprised to see that Shaun was bigger than he was! Travis had him on the droopiness. His hot sweaty balls hung low, slapping against his furry thigh as he jostled them. Watching the way they sagged from their weight and size. It made a shiver run up his spine. The way his blunt nails pulled on the musky furry flesh. Catching it, just enough, to make his tail tip curl inwards from the sensation. Travis was very skilled at self-pleasure. Not exactly something he wanted to brag about to Shaun as he continued to work himself up. "Travis..." Shaun swallowed nervously. "Yes, Shaun?" Travis licked a finger, slipping it into his muzzle down to the knuckle to suckle on. Placing it on his tongue before licking over it. Coating it thoroughly, Travis brought that saliva coated finger down to tease and play with his sheath opening. The small lips of the opening were normally closed shut when he walked around and worked. It took a little bit of teasing and rubbing along those dark-skinned lips to get it to relax. A good hot shower worked far better, but this was far more fun. Tracing the paw padded finger around it one way, dipping it in enough to feel the nail press at that opening. Travis's sheath tightened at the rude intrusion and the coyote smiled down at it as he continued to tease himself. "Travis. We've known each other for a month now," Shaun said, having rehearsed this a dozen times. "And I think we really get along..." "I think so too." Travis slipped his finger into his sheath, shuddering as he suppressed a groan from escaping his lips. His sheath tightened around the intruding finger, clenching around it and the coyote felt his toes curl from his bodily response. "...and I would really like it if you were to go... to go out with me." Shaun blushed, unaware of what the coyote was doing on the other line. Travis's toes clenched tightly as he let out a shaky breath, pushing that finger in deeper. "I would really like that." Travis answered only after his finger was fully inside the sheath. He felt the smooth flesh, teasing inside it with the back of a finger inside and the other fingers on the outside. Groping himself. Travis pulled it up and dragged it down, slowly. "I really want to spend more time with you." Travis panted. "Me too..." Shaun admitted and Travis loved hearing his soft voice on the other end. It was so soft, quiet and tender and sweet. "I want to spend more time with you. Not just at the PC cafe. Outside. Doing things..." Shaun trailed off, knowing that there would be so many limitations for them. "We have the movies." Travis brought up, not wanting to spoil the mood. For himself, but also for Shaun. He liked making the sheep happy. Travis liked making Shaun happy. "Now that you asked me out, I got an entire day set up for us!" "I ask you out and here you are taking me on a date!" Shaun laughed, curling in on himself. He played with the soft wool vest of his body. Wondering how to do this. How to date. Should Shaun go to the shearer to get his wooled sheared? Or did Travis like it like this? Shaun wasn't sure how to ask the question as he heard the coyote grunt on the other line. "Are you okay?" "Keep talking," Travis said in a low, breathy voice. "I just want to keep hearing you talk." It wasn't a lie. Travis liked it. Liked listening to Shaun talk. To hear what the sheep thought. It was a strange, foreign experience. To care this much for someone that even hearing their words was a treat. "O-oh, okay." Shaun stumbled a bit, blushing. "I was wondering... do you like my wool?" "Yes." Travis licked is fangs. "I love it. I want to bury my nose in it and breathe you in." The coyote panted, teasing and working his knot still contained within the sheath. Using that hand to stroke up the sheath and to his partial length that had spilled free. Shaun blushed, only hearing the words without knowing Travis's actions. "I could keep it like this. If you want..." The sheep hugged his pillow, feeling the warm fuzziest inside. Travis was teasing his tip. He was preing. He pre'd a lot. It was a semi-transparent fluid that lubed up his dick nicely. Making it easy to jerk off with. Travis saved a fortune in lotion because of his bodies natural production of the stuff. It was musky. It smelled like him. Travis wanted to cover his hand and then rub it on the sheep. Rub it on Shaun's face and neck. Then hold him down with his legs and jerk off over him. "I'm close... keep talking." Travis gritted his teeth. Picturing it in his head. Holding Shaun down as he jerked off above him. "Going to cover you..." "Keep talking? Well, a common gift sheep give each other are articles of clothing made with out wool. We can take them down to places in the community, friends of family usually, that knit the wool into scarfs and sweaters and..." Shaun rambled on and Travis didn't hear a thing he said. "Yes! Yes, do that! Yes!" Travis moaned on the other side, holding the image in his head as he quickly went down on himself. The coyote used his tongue to scoop his throbbing, dripping length into his muzzle and carefully closed his teeth around it; using that extra friction from his tongue and the heat of his mouth to arrive at a powerful climax. Travis's hanging nuts clung close and his musk built around him as he shot several loads against the back of his throat. Travis never liked his own taste. Shaun was so much sweet. It was thicker and there was so much of it. The coyote's ears splayed out, unable to believe he was thinking of the sheep's load as he gulped his own down. At least this way he didn't have to taste it as much. He took care of the mess and didn't need to worry about a cleanup either. The coyote collapsed onto the bed, panting hotly in the warm room. Despite the season, his body generated a lot of heat during all that. His musk was strong and Travis soaked in the crude pleasure of smelling it combined with his release. "...okay, I'll do that then!" Shaun said happily on the other line. Getting worked about something. Travis couldn't imagine the sheep was as excited as the coyote had been. And that was okay as Travis laid there, panting. "I'll bring it next time I see you. For our... our date," Shaun whispered the word and the coyote found himself grinning like a fool. "Sure. Whatever you want to do, lambchops." Travis swallowed loudly, resting back. He wasn't sure what he had agreed on and didn't care as he continued to talk with Shaun until Travis passed out. The coyote forgot to turn his phone off and Shaun didn't want to hang up. Shaun listened to the coyote snore on the other end as he laid there in bed, thinking of all the things they could do together from now on. His small tail wagged as the sheep buried his face against the pillow, kicking his legs against the bed in excitement. "My first date!" Shaun carefully placed his phone near the pillow. The charger was in and the sheep laid there, looking at the dimly lit screen listening to Travis grumbling on the other line until he fell asleep.