Angel opened his eyes with a big smile on his face, his energy renewed. He'd apparently had a nap, and Gertrude was long gone, but that was okay. He'd gotten her, and nobody could ever undo that now that it was fact. He sat up, yawned as he stretched, and rubbed his eyes until his vision cleared. The smile was still there. He turned and rolled out of bed with enthusiasm but went stumbling across the floor instead, lightheaded after standing up too fast. He refused to sit back down, though, and caught hold of the sides of the mirror.

He slowly looked up at his own reflection as he regained his balance and gave himself a funny smile, seeing himself honestly for once. He took a step back and blushed, surprised to find himself actually admiring his pudgy reflection in the soft sunlight. "You're actually... kind of a stud, aren't you?" He slowly grinned and winked, running his paws down his belly as he remembered how he used to pose for himself in the mirror then fuck his toy once he was hard.

The shame and uncertainty he'd been feeling for the past week was starting to dissipate. He'd successfully approached a female he was attracted to for casual sex, proving he could do it too. That made him feel attractive again, so he felt at peace inside his own body again. ...the Mega body, at least. It wasn't like this had been his first time getting laid, but it had been his first time doing it with another monster. Things had always been easy mode with Jenny. He'd just stumbled into it with her in the first place, and flirting had been frequent after that, almost guaranteed to lead to a happy ending. Fucking Gertrude had felt like a whole new achievement. He'd wanted her body for so long, but he wasn't even really friends with Gertrude, so he'd overcome his fears and awkwardness to get it.

It had also answered certain questions for him about how well he could fit back in with the other monsters now that Jenny had taken away his security blanket. Now he had some evidence that he wasn't doomed either to go too far or to make a fool of himself and get rejected. It really was just a matter of approaching in the right way, and that gave him hope he could reproduce the results with others.

"I can't believe all I had to do was trade her for it," he grinned, tightening the bow around his neck then bending forward and reaching back to tighten the one around his tail. There was a sound as he stood back up, and he turned his head toward the door. Some sort of conversation had started up in the hallway. Feeling particularly light on his feet, he walked over and listened through the wood. Two female voices were in the middle of a serious conversation.

"...top priority for the area."

"Exactly, especially if we're considering making it a construction space."

Sounded like Cooties and Rose. Hopefully they were talking about something he should be involved in as boss. He lifted his arm to chest height to turn the knob and gently pushed the wood, letting the door swing slowly and smoothly open as he stood in the frame with his paws pressed against opposite sides, prepared to inject his opinion into a conversation he hadn't heard. He froze up and made a tiny gasp instead, though, when he saw what there was to see in the alcove across the hall.

Two lovely female monsters, similar in size, were standing on the red cushions the built-in bench that lined the wall under the far window, Cooties the Swoobat on the left, Rose the Ivysaur on the right. Both were facing squarely away from him, inadvertently presenting him their hindquarters. How ironic. They were the ones looking out the window, yet he was the one with the nice view.

Rose was mounted with her front paws on the windowsill, hind legs spread for stability. She was up on her tiptoes too, tensing her blue-green scaled butt and pushing it up in the air. Her elongated cheeks were spread just enough he could just see one side of the rim of her asshole as a tiny, pink inward stretch. Just below, her mound made a taut bump on the dip between her thighs, pushing down and squooshing into the cushion. Her wide stance had pulled its two halves apart, and her slightly spread pink lips were plainly visible running up the middle of the valley. They appeared out of the cushion and continued up the curve of her mound until they reached her vaginal opening, which was buried where the top of her pussy tucked back in to join her taint.

Angel grew a full grin, starting to imagine himself slapping his member on that sproingy mound. Her spread lips still looked so tight, he was sure he would slip a few times before barely squeezing in through her little entrance. He would have to go slow, loosen her up, and get her nice and wet before he could really pummel her, holding her hips and whapping his nuts on the underside of her pussy bump. He licked his lips. Nice.

Then there was Cooties the cute Swoobat. Her body was a little smaller, and she stood upright on two legs but was leaning forward with her wings flat on the windowsill. Her two tails rose straight up, coiled together near the base to produce a heart shape in front of her lower back. Her asshole was large, bright pink, and obvious, taking up almost half the width of her rump. It puckered in just under her tailbase, large and raw with a prominent ring around it.

The rest of her butt was a fuzzy blue with no discernable cheeks. She probably did have them, just hidden under her thick mat of spindly fur. She didn't seem to have thighs either, though she probably had those too. Her feet basically just appeared out of the fur. Her crotch was visible, a little bit, as a couple of twists and swirls in the blue. He wondered how her pussy was shaped. He wondered how it would feel to hold her in his arms and investigate, running his paws through the fur down her warm, tense belly until he encountered the softer, more slippery parts.

"Heheh," he chuckled as he turned to close his door behind him.

Rose turned to look at him over her left shoulder without dismounting the sill, a look of suspicion already clouding her beautiful face. He loved the darker looks on her, though. She pulled them off so well with her prominent forehead and smooth, wide cheekbones.

Cooties turned over her right shoulder with a much different expression on her small, adorable features. "Hey, Angel," the Swoobat said with her usual cheerful, even energetic, smile.

"What's up, Ladies?" He began to walk toward them, grinning up a storm.

"What?" Rose asked bluntly, eyeing his expression.

He paused halfway across the hall and, after a moment, relaxed his grin into a much calmer, more congenial smile. There wasn't any need to tell them what he thought of their rumps, was there? Neither Anna nor Gertrude had ever been impressed to hear how sexy he thought they were. Why would Cooties or Rose want to know what he thought of them? It'd be much better if they didn't even find out he'd been staring. He was just going to be happy with what he got and play it cool from here on out.

"Uhm, nothing," Angel said. "It's nothing."

Rose nodded with a smile, and the clouds lifted a bit.

Angel blushed. "Wh- what were you two talking about?"

Rose turned her head back to look out the window. "Come here and tell us what you think. The courtyard has a central location, so does it work better as a leisure space or a construction space?"

"What do you mean?" Angel asked, climbing up and working himself between the two females to put his paws on the sill and have a look himself. The area Rose was referring to as the courtyard was a patch of flattened dirt maybe 150 feet wide by 250 feet long sitting immediately behind the house, lined up with a wall on the left separating it from the sparring grounds. A path ran up its center, joining a perpendicular path at the far end to the back door of the manor house, which was directly beneath the window. The portion of the courtyard nearest the house was enclosed by a rectangle of low, practically leafless shrubs that didn't look like they were doing too well.

"I don't see why we can't use it for construction first and convert it when we don't need it for that anymore," Rose insisted.

Cooties opened her mouth to object, but Angel turned to Rose instead.

"Wait, wait," he said, surprising himself by showing more interest in this than flirting. "What are you talking about, 'converting the courtyard?' Isn't there other, more urgent stuff to be done?"

"Well, we're groundskeepers?" Rose said, tone slightly frustrated. "We're not really of use indoors."

Cooties giggled in a friendly way. "Yeah, Angel. I'm not really suited to heavy lifting."

"...but you're fast, and you can fly," Angel returned the Swoobat's smile. "And I didn't mean help repair or anything. You two should join Musa's team on road cleanup," he suggested, checking his notepad and nodding. "At least yesterday they were on road cleanup," he muttered under his breath, glancing sidelong as he realized he'd also neglected to check the board today.

"How do we help with road cleanup?" Cooties tilted her head.

"I don't know," Angel shrugged. "Ask them. But it's the first thing that's got to be done outside, before the courtyard becomes anything. I can't decide what the courtyard should be when all I can see down there is branches and fallen leaves. You can't build anything on a slippery, trip-prone surface, and no one's going to want to sit there either. Monsters have got to be able to walk across the grounds, anyway. No one's owned this place for like a hundred years, so there's probably tons of work to do, even more than you can see, right?" he finished.

Both girls looked up at him, surprised. Rose looked especially stunned. "So you're saying put off the big plans for now and do what we can?"

"Well... yeah!" Angel smiled again, looking between the two females, who turned around to face him as he climbed down from the bench. "Exactly. I think you two have plenty to do right now before you can even get distracted with what you want to do in the future. Besides, aren't there about twenty monsters who aren't me you're gonna have to talk to before you can turn the courtyard into anything?"

"...That's amazing, Angel!" Cooties lifted her wings in front of her cute, heart-shaped nose to hide her smile and half lidded her eyes. The thick tuft around her neck shook while her ears twitched happily.

"What's a-amazing?" Angel stuttered, blushing at her reaction.

"You making sense," Rose interjected with a snide chuckle. "I can't believe you actually solved an argument!"

Angel turned to her and grinned, standing smug with his paws on his hips. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said, "Jenny did want me as manager."

Cooties giggled, looked Angel in the eyes, and lowered her wings, showing him her smile. "Okay, we'll do it. Thanks, Angel!"

Angel took a deep breath, chest swelling with a huge rush of pride. "Great!" Conversation over. "Glad to help! See ya!" He nodded, turned, and swaggered off toward the staircase, waggling his creampuff tail, while the two girls started to talk and giggle again behind him. Wow! That had gone perfect, plus he'd gotten away with the peeping! Clearly, all he'd had to do was stop himself before he went too far.

He felt amazing. Fucking Gertrude had unlocked something inside him, specifically the ability to keep calm when talking to girls. Maybe all he really needed to do was just stop thinking about sex at the right moment. That seemed to nudge the interaction in the right direction so he could say whatever came to mind after that without worrying. If true, that would make talking with other monsters so much easier.

He bounced down the sunny north staircase with a huge smile on his face, grabbed his outdoor satchel from the coat rack by the back door, and went to fill the water bottle inside in the hall bathroom. In the mirror above the sink, he saw the same confident smile on his face he'd felt there since he'd woken up from his nap. It grew a little more as he returned his full water bottle to the front pocket of his brown canvas satchel, laying it on its side. Yeah. Maybe things could get back to the way they were a year ago if he worked on it.

He crossed the hallway and reached both paws up to turn the left doorknob of the thick, arched French-style door leading out into the courtyard. He closed his eyes and did it calmly, not putting too much weight on the it and closing it gently behind him after stepping out into the beautiful day. It was bright but cool, with a breeze that slanted his ears when it whipped up. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath in through his nose. "I guess things weren't so bad here after all," he said to himself, satchel bouncing and whapping against his hip as he hopped down the stairs.

He angled left, grazed the courtyard, and took the cobblestone path alongside the wall enclosing the sparring grounds while watching the trees sway. The sun was well past the middle of the sky already. It was maybe one o' clock, so he'd already missed his first round indoors and would have to cut his first outdoor one short. It was technically slacking, but no one was going to care, and today it had been for a really good reason.

Passing the wall, he turned right and proceeded south down the dirt road under the arbor, heading toward the stables. He passed the tree line a couple minutes later, and his field of view opened on the wide, grassy hills that made up most of the estate grounds. He clasped his hands behind his head and switched to autopilot for the ten-minute walk.

"So Jenny's gone," he said aloud to himself. "...but that doesn't mean I have to be alone," he concluded a second later. "I don't need to be a Mega-Mega. Just a normal Mega is fine." He closed his mouth awkwardly, almost realizing for a second how ridiculous that sounded. He guessed it was true, though. So did that mean that he could make real friends by believing in himself too?

That's what Anna had said she'd been trying to do, if he'd understood her correctly. And if Anna could ignore her depression and try to reach out, he definitely could. He'd been brave with Gertrude already, and it had produced results. He'd been great with Cooties and Rose. ...shit, what was he going to say to Pancake and Custard when he got back, though?

He at least had to make sure things were alright, but he also really didn't want to. It was going to suck to have to account for something he did when he'd been in his particular desperate and stupid state of mind. He kind of felt like he was already plenty ashamed enough without having to face them. He saw what he'd done for what it was now. He knew he was sorry, so did he really have to go through the trouble of figuring out how to communicate it to them? It would be so easy just to pretend it never happened, but it would only be easy at first. Maybe they'd just forget about it, for no reason.

He sighed and tried to think about what he was going to say. It clearly had to start with "I'm sorry," but he didn't know what came after that. Jenny taught him he had to mean it when he said he was sorry, and for that, she said, he had to know why he was sorry. So why was he sorry, exactly? He sighed again. It was so frustrating and pointless. He'd already suffered through this before he'd gone in to see Gertrude, and it hadn't produced any answers then.

Well, except he knew he felt bad for taking away their opportunity and for insisting on being in on something he didn't belong in. Oh yeah. So that was why, but how was he going to put that into words when he was face to face with them? He had to have something memorized. That made his mind go blank immediately, and the stables started to come into view before he figured out anything good.

He left the road and crossed over towards the stables, boots sticking in the grassy mud. He found a drier patch along the rear wall of the low building and sat down against the wood, hunching his knees up against him with the soles of his boots in the dirt. He took his bag off his shoulder and reached into it, retrieved his water bottle, and soothed his dry throat. Then he screwed the cap back on and let the bottle dangle from his grip between his legs and rested his head in his knees, enjoying the shade and letting the breeze sweep through his fur. "Ahhh..." he relaxed, closing his eyes, "no one will mind if I rest here for a couple minutes, will they?"

A few minutes later, Angel opened his eyes at the sound of barking echoing off the hills. That was going to be Burnard rounding up his flock. Returning his bottle to his bag and leaving the bag where it was, Angel made his way along the side wall of the stables, squelching through the mud toward the front of the building. The bleating started to get much louder, and the edge of the Wooloo flock started to come into view, clustered a little ways out into the fallow field, followed by Burnard's stiff, jerking tail in the center of a clump of fleece.

Angel rounded the corner of the stable, raising his right arm to wave, but quickly jumped back behind the wall with a gasp. "Whoah...!" He leaned out from behind the wall to confirm what he thought he'd seen and bit his lip, starting to blush. "Is he... mating one of his Wooloos?"

Burnard the Arcanine was standing sturdy in the grass on all fours not more than ten yards away, a grin spread from cheek to cheek as he repeatedly pounded his knot on the backside of the Wooloo stuffed under him. He had his head craned into the air and his teeth grit tight. Angel could still hear his heavy grunting all the way from here as the Arcanine struggled against the ewe's tightness. A bunch of other Wooloos were gathered around the pair, some blushing and looking away, some indifferent, but most watching eagerly.

Angel bit his lower lip, sheath rising up as it stiffened with a sticky, pink peek. "I didn't know he got to fuck them! Damn, Jenny, why'd you have to give him such a nice job?" He turned and peered around the corner again, cheeks red with envy.

Another ewe had crept up behind Burnard and kept nudging her heart-shaped nose against Burnard's balls, probably tired of waiting her turn. The Arcanine shifted to his right, trying to concentrate on whapping his knot, but she followed and nudged his hind left leg instead. So with a dismissive snort, Burnard curled that paw under her and shoved her back, sending her rolling unceremoniously down the hill behind him, before returning to plunging his thick shaft in the sheep he already had. Not a moment later, the eager one bounded back over the top of the hill and tried again. Burnard made a face and held her off with the same hindpaw, but the other ewes started creeping inward, seeing their opportunity to strike.

"Whoa, they're all over him!" Angel whispered to himself, cheeks filling with an envious blush. Bernard had it so good. All of those Wooloos were so needy they would beg him for it relentlessly no matter how he treated them, and they were his to fuck whenever he wanted? Angel shuddered, instantly springing the rest of his cock from his puffy sheath. He lost his cool, starting to pant hard as he looked around the all-female collection. His eyes darted from one's swollen pussy to another's cute, tiny tail and asshole, back to Burnard's whapping knot and grin.

Angel wanted one too! Mouth hanging open, he looked down through blurry eyes at his rounded, pink dick jutted out of the sheath, bouncing on its own. He whined softly to himself, sliding his paws down his belly. He wanted one so bad, and there were so many, there was no reason he couldn't have one! He wrapped his paws around his cock, just to hold it still, but couldn't resist and began to stroke himself with a moan, squeezing a spurt of pre out into the grass. Overwhelmed with horny heat, he leaned against the corner of the stables watching Bernard working his tough equipment, slowly pawing himself until a thick strand of pre hung off his tip.

"...Mnf! I can't stand it!" He stomped his right heel in the mud with a bounce of his nuts and began whispering a pep talk to himself, holding his throbbing erection. "That's it! I'm done hiding it! Every male gets hard, every female gets wet, and that's why they want each other. So what if I'm not as big as Pancake? So what if I don't have a knot like Burnard does? ...or like the guard dogs do?" He paused. "...I like how I look! There's nothing wrong with how I look. Look, Angel, you just have to do it. You just have to take the first step. Step out from behind the wall, and then you won't be able to run away or hide anymore. Good or bad, you're gonna get what you get, but it's always gonna be bad if you give up and run away before you try. Just force that first step like you did with Gertrude! Then you've got a chance!"

So he was self conscious. He could admit it. There was the potential for embarrassment, but that was just the risk involved in taking this chance. He nodded to himself, closed his eyes, and stepped out from behind the wall. He started walking toward the bleating sounds with his eyes closed, nuts pulling up under his sheath in anticipation. If he wanted to get anywhere, he had to at the very least act confident in his own desires, even if he had to fake it at first. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at himself putting one boot in front of the other. That meant he was really doing it, not just in his imagination but in reality.

He looked up and saw the flock getting closer, and he was the one walking. It hardly felt real, but he steeled himself, clenching his fists, eyes locked on Burnard sinking his cock in the ewe for motivation. The wind whipped up strong and hit him full in his face. For the first few steps, it all felt scary and wrong, but he kept going, and then, like magic, he realized it felt new and free too. The mix of emotions was uncomfortable, and it wasn't what he was used to, but he kept going anyway, pink swinging back and forth in front of him.

"Mngnf," the Arcanine grunted, looking up without even slowing down his pumps. "Oh, hey, Angel."

"H-!" Angel tried, starting to blush furiously, and pushed the words out, his already feminine voice cracking as he said the Arcanine's name. "Hey, BurnArd!" He turned away and coughed, hoping it would hide his awkwardness.

"You're here to- check- k- on my progress, right?" Burnard groaned, narrowing his eyes in pleasure. "Hnk-! H- hold on, I'll... be done in a minute. Snhk! She might be too... tight! ...tight to knot-!"

Angel's cheeks flushed so hard they went purple. How the fuck was Burnard so comfortable talking to another guy while fucking? Angel was speechless. He just stood there watching the big guy pleasure himself up close. "Whoa... you're huge, Burnard..."

The Arcanine shuddered the moment he heard those words and slammed his knot against the Wooloo's backside with a loud snort. He wedged the Wooloo in with her shoulders against his front legs and pushed his hips, trying to sink his knot inside her. His lips flared back, showing his two full rows of sharp teeth grit tight. "Too tight!" he gasped, eyes shut, and let out a loud bark, nuts jumping and tail flagging as he came, splorting it out of her in all directions.

He curled his toes into the grass and slowly straightened his hind legs, lifting her rear end off the ground as he blasted into it. Her hindquarters jerked up each time his cock did, sliding her down off his cream-coated shaft little by little until his tip was about to slip out. She bleated and scrambled forward off his dick, making Burnard gasp and lift his left hind leg as his shaft sprung free. He shook his mane, cock repeatedly whacking his belly and flinging long strands all over her where she'd fallen in the mud.

"Whoooooah!" Angel exclaimed again, grinning wide as he watched the flood splatting shot by shot into the Wooloo's wool, all up the left side of her body. "Oh, wow..."

Burnard smiled as he slowed and released the last of his load with a few hard twitches, shivering with satisfaction as his thick, veiny cock returned to its heavy, rhythmic bouncing, jerking with energy and spraying pre feet between his front legs. His ewe got to her feet and wobbled away, squishing and dripping off her soft, messy pussy. "Nice," Burnard licked his lips as he watched her stagger off, then turned to Angel. "Heh, you're pretty hard yourself there, Bud. You want one before you check me off your list? Lots to take care of still."

Angel's whole body stiffened up, eyes wide. Could it possibly have been as easy as not making an ass out of himself this whole time? "I- can?! I'm not too lame?"

Burnard snorted, a big, amused grin spreading across his muzzle. "To be honest, I thought lame was your thing. You dress up in that Fairy stuff and go around swinging your ass for everybody to look at. Would have thought you'd prefer taking to giving, but hey, whatever. I could use the help. They're persistent today," he smirked, still holding the eager Wooloo off as she charged him repeatedly, bashing the top of her head insistently into his pawpad.

Angel grew a big grin and clenched his fists in front of his belly. "Wow! Really?!" he squealed, rising to the tiptoes of his mud-caked boots.

"Pretty excited, aren't you," chuckled the big dog, kicking the Wooloo onto her back in the grassy mud.

Angel gasped. This was all too easy! His eyes immediately locked on the persistent one as she keeled over on her back in the grass, dazed. Her fleece was full and fluffy over most of her body except for a single line up her rear where she'd been sheared, exposing her from the base of her teats to her tail. All four of her legs were splayed, putting her fully on display at the same time it rendered her eminently vulnerable. "I'll have her!" Angel yelped, practically jumping up and down.

"Heh. She'll follow you home. Just make sure you satisfy her first before you blow yours," he warned, knotty cock still spraying pre every time it whapped his belly. "You have to- ...hey! Angel! Wait, stop. Let me show you-"

Angel turned around and jumped on the Wooloo's belly with his full weight, bells jingling, and pinned her to the ground on her back. She bleated in surprise, tongue hanging out, as he grabbed her front legs and held them down. He rubbed his full length up and down between her hind legs, pushing her squooshy pink cunt around. Her whole body was warm, and a large area around her snatch was very slippery. Angel began panting hard, vision blurring. The whole experience was perfect. He didn't have to think about anything. He could just mate. She kept bleating, eyes wide, shifting around and shaking her legs, so he held her against the ground with the weight of his belly and lined his cock up with her hole.

"Angel!" Burnard barked. "What are you doing? Get off her!" He leapt over and lifted Angel off by the scruff of his neck, giving the Wooloo enough room to get away. She rolled over, scrambling to her feet, and took off into the crowd.

"Wha- wha...?" Angel whined as his focus came back. "Why did you stop me? You said I could have one!"

Burnard dropped Angel back in the grass. "You can't just jump them like that!" he growled, getting in Angel's face. "Didn't you hear her? Couldn't you see she was scared and trying to get away from you?"

Angel sat there staring down at the ground, tears welling in his eyes.

"Sorry," Burnard frowned. "I, uh, didn't mean to treat you like a pup. I didn't think you would wrestle her down like that, though. You've got to calm down."

Angel stood up, shaking in frustration, and started to run after her.

"No." Burnard dashed in front of him. "You lost that one. She was going to follow you home, too. But you lost her."

"No!" Angel screeched, pathetically, cock bouncing with anger. "Why did she run away?! She was all up on you, and you said I could have her! I wasn't going to hurt her!"

Burnard cringed. "She didn't know what you were thinking, and it looked like you were going to. You can't just use them, Angel. They're not like the toy Jenny gave you. Take a look around. You're scaring all of them screaming like that."

Angel stood there panting, clamping his mouth shut as tears of frustration rolled down both his cheeks. "Yeah... they are kind of backing away," he muttered after a second, hanging his head.

"I see why Anna doesn't let you anywhere near her," Burnard said sternly.

Angel grit his teeth and stared hard into Burnard's eyes, some of the more painful memories of the Lumiose apartment rushing back. Burnard wasn't wrong, though. That's how his relationship with Anna ended the same day it started. He'd cornered Anna that night and pounced her, starting to rub his cock on her belly. She'd shoved him off and harshly told him "no" like he was a child. He couldn't believe he'd been angry at her for it up until now too, when he'd so clearly been the one in the wrong.

Of course he'd deserved the way she'd treated him. Maybe Anna always keeping her legs pressed together when he was around wasn't her being a prude, he thought, calming and breathing more steadily as he watched the Wooloos move away. Maybe Anna was just defending herself. In fact, maybe she was being really kind by not avoiding him or running away anymore. She must be brave to have given him another chance last night, cuddling him on the stairs after he'd acted no better than he used to. Angel gulped and said,

"It... wasn't her fault, was it?" 

"No, it wasn't her fault," Burnard said coldly. "You did that, and you just did it again to that Wooloo, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," Angel said, lowering his head into his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Burnard."

"Save it," Burnard barked. "You can't expect to get some when you do shit like that."

"Oh..." Angel sniffled.

Burnard sighed, very clearly in annoyance. "It's not all black and white," he said. "You make a big mistake, it's gonna have consequences, and you make a lot of mistakes."

Angel hung his head. "I know I do."

Burnard paused and shook his head. "Look, believe it or not, I am actually trying to help you out. I'll go round up the flock up here. There's another flock down the hill that didn't see what you did. As long as you don't do that shit again, you can go down there and take another shot at it. Just promise you'll treat them as pokémon and not toys, okay?" He sighed. "I tried to tell you before, but you have to stand still and look at them, and then if one of them is interested enough to approach you, then you can slowly try approaching her. Whatever you do, you don't go chasing them. Have you got that?"

Breathing slowly and plucking his courage back up, Angel nodded. "Okay. You're right. I've got it, I promise."

"Yeah," Burnard frowned, "we'll see. I'll be watching you, so don't fuck it up. If I have to use my Extreme Speed to get you off 'em again, you're gonna be shit outta luck. I'm not giving you another chance."

"Okay," Angel nodded. "I can do it. But why are you giving me another chance so easily?"

"Nevermind," Burnard said and raced off to round up the flock, leaving the air popping with static.

Angel stared at the empty space where Burnard had been and clenched his fists by his sides, looking down at his limp dick. Alright, so he'd been really stupid. If he admitted that, he could move on from it. Burnard had given him a magical second chance, so he had to focus. He took a deep breath, turned to his right, and looked down the hill. There were only six Wooloos clustered together down there, grazing. He hoped these weren't the males or something, since they were separated off. Burnard had pegged him for a bottom, he noted, shifty eyed.

"Okay," Angel told himself, walking down the gentle slope, "I'm sure it's fine. Burnard's trying to help. All I need to do is just not fuck it up."

A couple of the Wooloos looked up as he approached the group, so he stopped with a blush and just stood there. He looked around. Okay, good. They were all females, and this group's rears all been sheared too. Their hind legs were spread wide to support them as they leaned down to eat, putting their puffy pussies on display between them.

On the far left, there was a smaller one with shorter fleece tassels hanging at the sides of her snout, and he thought he saw glance at him for a second before she turned away to resume grazing. The brown skin in her sheared strip was covered in goose pimples and looked especially soft and tender. Her mound was oval in shape, plump, and prominent, swollen up around thick, cherry pink lips that parted a little at the top, rounded above her hole. Her little, pink asshole was tucked up just under her tail, right where her plump shanks came together. He cupped his needy balls in his right paw, waiting and hoping his smell would make her notice him, and began to grin again. He was actually really grateful to Burnard for setting him straight, as intimidating as he had been. The Wooloos really weren't running away this time.

"Mnff!" he squeaked, another Wooloo nudging her nose between his buttcheeks with a deep, tickly sniff. He jumped and whipped around, swinging the erection that had slipped back out of his sheath in front of her nose. She boldly pushed her rounded snout tip up against the base of his cock from the underside and leaned in. He could hear and feel her sniffing him while he drooled pre in her wool.

"This is it," he told himself, managing to plant himself despite shaking with excitement, "just let her do what she wants." His resolve was immediately tested as she went around back of him and pushed her snout between his cheeks. His toes curled in his boots as she began to fwip her silky tongue around his asshole, making it feel warm and gooey. "Ohhh..." He let out a moan that started high and went steadily higher, clenching against her tongue. A shiver ran up his spine as he leaned forward, hoping she would wiggle it up inside.

His erection bobbed in tense pulses underneath his belly, very quickly accumulating a swinging strand of pre. Angel clenched his fists at his sides and closed his eyes tight, shuddering and lifting his right leg off the ground as she pushed deeper. "di-nooooh," Angel moaned.

"Audino?!" Angel tensed and grabbed the sides of a second snout that had nudged its way up under his belly. He opened his eyes to a very pleasant view of a sheep's behind wiggling. Standing up a little straighter, he was able to see it was the one with short tassels.

"Whoah, it worked! I got two!" Angel celebrated internally, feeling warm inside. This, this was the right way. He looked down at the cute Wooloo with stars in his eyes.

"Hey, good for you," Burnard smirked, padding up behind him. "There are a lot of them in heat right now. Just gotta make sure you don't get more than you bargained for."

Angel wasn't sure what he meant by that second part but couldn't really concentrate on it while the one in front was slipping his cock into her mouth between her warm, slippery lips. He groaned, grabbing at the fleece on the sides of her snout and pulling her onto him. He closed his eyes and thrust into her tight lips, slipping into her how mouth along her velvet tongue. He clenched her wool as she bobbed her head against his thrusts. On the withdrawal, he pushed his butt back against the snout stuffed between his cheeks and touching him with her tongue.

Burnard chuckled as he watched Angel bounce between the two of them, grinning in the right corner of his mouth with the same eyebrow raised. He let it go on for another minute before whistling, and both Wooloos pulled away from Angel, leaving their drool cooling on his front and back sides.

"Aw!" Angel turned to Burnard, face growing red. "Why did you do that?!"

"Look," Burnard said, still grinning as he tossed his head to his left.

Angel pulled his lips into a tight expression, suspicious, but turned where Burnard had gestured. Both Wooloos were turned away from him with their front legs folded on the ground and their rears hiked in the air. Their little tails fwipped back and forth in the air like flags above pussies so big they smooshed into their shanks on both sides. Tingles shot up and down Angel's spine as he watched the smaller one who seemed to favor him on the right rocking her hips at him, flinging strands of her juice out into the grass.

He eagerly got to his knees and leaned in, touching his nose to the top of her slit against her soft opening, and took a deep inhale of her strong spice. It swirled around in his nose, making his head swim. He kissed from her clit slowly up her slit and moaned into her bare, moist pussy. "Mmmmm, they're so needy," he swooned in excitement.

"Oh, they are," the Arcanine grinned, "very needy. Keeping up with them is a full-time job."

Angel grinned too. "You have it so good out here."

"Heh." The Arcanine got a toothy grin, lifting his left hind leg to put his knotty cock on display. "I put my effort into learning this skill and rounding up these flocks. Now I have its advantages."

"Whoa, wait," Angel said, still on his knees behind the ewe, looking up to his left at Burnard. "You're right. Jenny didn't ever have a Wooloo. Did you round these up from the hills or something?"

"That's right. Wasn't hard. It's a good area. Flocks are rich out here." By maintaining his self-righteous grin, he was making it obvious that his words were meant to be overly modest.

"...but he deserves to be self-righteous about it," Angel thought, and said, "Oh. That's really cool."

"Yeah, it is," Burnard nodded. "Thanks. So what do we do about these two?"

"We?"

"Yeah, we. You can't handle 'em both by yourself, Angel. You take one. I'll take the other."

Angel's mind exploded. "Whoa!!! We're gonna fuck 'em together?" His heart skipped a beat. It was actually happening! He was gonna get to stand and do his thing next to Burnard doing his thing!

Burnard nodded and nudged the Wooloo on the left away from her friend, taking her for himself. Angel turned back to the Wooloo presenting to him and stared up and down her shaved rear, licking his lips. He could see all her features exposed in detail now.

Shaking in excitement, he knelt and curled the fingers of his right paw between her legs, cupping her warm, slick pussy in his palm and pushing it up so her clit hood emerged out of the bottom of her slit. He fiddled it with his left thumb, pressing until her large, erect button pushed out from under it. She shoved herself backwards into his grip, and her hot juices ran down his wrist as he squished her nethers. He shuddered, leaning in to sniff the hot spice coming off her spread opening. The angle was right just for him to see inside the gooey, pink cave too. He just needed to stretch it a little more.

He placed his palms on both sides of her taint and dug his thumbs into her pussy, making her clamp so hard the whole lower half of her sheared strip pulled up and in, squeezing down on itself. When she finally released her grip, he stretched her hole open between his two thumbs with a wet pop and stared at her rippling insides. Her walls looked ripply and bumpy, tight rolls of flesh the same creamy pink as her lips. They kept slapping and smooshing together inside the whole time he watched, constantly renewing the thick strands of juice that hung down between them, stretched across her tunnel.

He had to see deeper and pushed his thumbs in to the hilt. She bleated loudly in surprise and stiffened up. He froze, heart pounding, and clenched his eyes shut, hoping she wasn't about to run away. Instead, she gave a low, hot "baaa", backing up into him another pace. Angel sighed in relief. She wanted him to go deeper. He curled his thumbs to get a really good grip before stretching her hole open as far as he could make it go, holding her mound's pudge against her thighs. Her flesh was impossibly tender inside, quivering against the skin under his thumbs' matted fur. "Oh... whoa..." He could see all the way down her tunnel to her cervix at the end, little and round and squeezed down on itself at the center.

"Oh yeah, you're a good girl," Angel grinned, cock stiff with a long, gooey strand of pre hanging down between his bent, spread legs. He withdrew his thumbs, allowing her opening to smack closed again, and moved his right hand upward. She shuddered as he traced his right pointer finger around her little asshole, which pulled in away from his presses.

"Mmm," he cooed, "you've got another really tight hole up here, don't you, Girl?"

"Wooloo, wooloooo," she responded, wiggling her rear.

"I'm still gonna take your pussy, though," Angel grinned, standing back up. He held his cock at the base in his right paw and smeared his strand of pre up her slit, pushing up the pudge with his tip. He stroked his cock up and down just in between her lips, bouncing his tense nuts as they pulled up tight against the underside of his sheath. Poking his tip up at an angle against her invitingly warm entrance, he prepared to push in and pulled firmly back on his sheath, increasing his length and shooting eager ropes of pre up in between her soft, slippery lips.

He pushed forward, but she was clamped down hard and didn't let him get in right away. Her taut skin only pulled in around his cock where he was poking it. He pressed harder, gritting his teeth, but no luck. How the hell did Burnard get his massive member in when they were this tight?

"She's too excited!" Burnard called above her bleating. "You've got to relax her a bit first."

Angel nodded without even turning to face Burnard, blushing. Yeah... what if she wanted him to be gentler with her? He buried his paws in the fleece around her haunches and started to scritch, then leaned forward and hugged her around her back, pressing his nethers in close against hers and nuzzling his right cheek in her wool. After a second, he lifted his head to face hers and was surprised to find her looking back at him over her left shoulder. He blushed, and they locked eyes.

"You're really hot, Girl. I- I think you're really hot." Angel sputtered. He didn't know if she could understand him or not, but she lowered her face with what he perceived as a smile, and after a moment, he felt her clamp loosen against the underside of his cock. "Oh... yes!" he gasped, heart pounding. "Thank you for this!" he said, pulling his hips back so his cock sprung back down into place, and pushed slowly through her lips. She shuddered, wiggling herself impatiently against him before widening her stance and shoving herself back, popping her slippery hole open and accepted Angel's full length.

He penetrated her silky lips all at once with a hard shudder, suddenly surrounded in warm, slippery squeezes. She brought her left hind leg in line with her right, wiggling herself securely back on his cock, and pressed her warm rear against him, holding him in against the pressure of her hot squeezes. He felt something particularly soft against his belly as well and looked down to see the top half of her tender asshole exposed while the lower half was pressed in against the underside of his belly. The skin of her pucker pulled in rhythmically, clenching on itself in time with the squeezes in her pussy.

"Ohh, fuck..." Angel let out a long, whiny moan, salivating out of the corners of his mouth. He gripped her fleece and snorted, tail rising up as his cock repeatedly slapped the top of her gooey, heaty tunnel.

"Wooloo! Wooooloo!" she cried out, plopping juice in the grass after a massive squeeze.

"Ngyaaah!" Angel grit his teeth from her clamp, sucking his saliva back up. He tried to start humping, but it was like he was stuck inside her. "Wh- whaah!" he shivered, struggling to get even half his cock out against her pull. Determined, he yanked his hips to get out and quickly started mating her, building up momentum before she could trap him again. He let his mouth hang open again, eyes clamped shut, and pumped her.

"Ooh, yeah, that's the way," Burnard moaned next to him.

"Yeah... Hah-ahhh... thanks for the tip. Hyaah-! Ohh... She's good..." Angel shuddered, plapping his hips on her shanks as he plunged his pink shaft.

"Heheh. Don't worry about it," Burnard grinned. "Hnk!"

Smoothly mating his Wooloo, Angel finally opened his eyes and turned to Burnard. "Heh. Damn," the Audino said, raising his right eyebrow with a grin in the same corner of his mouth like Burnard had had earlier. "Damn. She can do that?"

Burnard licked his lips. "Fuck yeah. She loves it." The Arcanine's ewe lay underneath him on her belly, neck craned back with his shaft crammed in her mouth. Suckling, she pushed all the way up from the tip until she was kissing his knot with a thick bulge running down the underside of her throat. Her cheeks were puffed out, and her lips must have been stretched to their limit taking his shaft since his knot was wider than her head. But her eyes were closed, and the corners of her lips curled up in an expression of deep pleasure as she pressed her heart-shaped nose against his belly.

She had her tongue stuck out along the underside of his shaft and kept swallowing, but his pre was leaking out of the corners of her mouth and sticking in the wool of her cheeks. She made gurgling noises but never pulled off, only continued smashing her snout against his knot to keep his shaft buried deep as it tried to bounce back. Burnard's right forepaw was curled around her left shank, gripping her rear end, pawtip pressing in on her slippery pussy. He rubbed it in circles, alternately scrunching it up against her thighs and pulling it up or down, loosening her in preparation. Angel stared, antennae curling up super tense. Look at that little slut addicted to her sheepdog's raw power.

Angel's tailbase stiffened as he got rock hard. He looked back down at through half-lidded eyes, watching his rounded pink shaft slipping in and out through the folds of his own Wooloo. "Ohh... ngyuh..." he moaned, leaning partway over her back. His tail lifting up every time his cock jumped up in her, exposing his own tender hole clenching in on itself. He humped her deep, and she gradually started to tighten down again, for a different reason this time. It got to the point where he was only able to pull half his cock out of her constant squeezing pressure for each thrust, then a third, then a quarter. He pushed into her messy pussy against the squeeze as much as he could, then pulled her against him and slipped her around in his crotch fur.

She started to shake, making forceful splats of juice all over his thighs and up the underside of his belly. "Hohh, hohhhh! Oh!" Angel called out into the air, craning his neck back. "I think she's cumming! I think she's-" He stood on the tiptoes of his boots, eartips folded over as she rippled up and down his shaft, clamped tight and hot. She kept splatting juice, sticking the fur together where it dripped off his nuts. After at least ten seconds, her walls began to pull away again only to keep slapping together as her orgasm continued.

"Th- that was fast!" Angel gasped, resuming the mating. He started pulling back hard and slow now, stuffing her with his whole length in slower thrusts and pushing on her cervix. "Yesss..." he gasped, his cock springing up several times, lifting her insides and spurting pre to smooth his pumps. "Hohh yeah... hohh yeah..." he panted, gripping his gently bleating Wooloo's wool. He half opened his eyes, looking over and up at Burnard with an expression of deep gratitude. "She's so juicy now!" he groaned, inch-thick sticky strands hanging off the bottom of her pussy, swinging lower until they fell in the mud.

Burnard stared back with a perverted grin, watching Angel hump. The Arcanine's tail began to wag as he bumped his knot repeatedly against his Wooloo's snout, giant nuts swinging as he fucked her muzzle. She made loud slurping sounds as she pushed back against his motions, pulling her head back in time with his withdrawals and pushing forward to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, he smashed his knot against his Wooloo's eager, suckling muzzle, snorting. He paused, genitals pulling up against his underside as he coated her tongue with pre. Licking his lips, he growled and smashed again, stuffing his bulge down her throat, before slowly slurping his dripping shaft out of her.

He stepped back off her and leaned down, nudging her side. She jumped to her hooves with excitement, flinging juices off her ready pussy as she turned and assumed the position, sticking her ass in the air. "See, now that's how you get 'em ready," he said, sticking his wide tongue out and slurping it several times all the way up her backside before raising his head back up and stepping over her again with his long, heavy cock primed. It bounced powerfully, his big balls tense up behind his knot. He let his tip stroke up and down in her pussy lips several times before he whipped it up stiff and pressed down into her. A deep blush rose in Angel's cheeks as he watched Burnard's thick shaft slowly slide down in and disappear, leaving only his big, red bulb pressing in against the ewe's backside.

Angel shuddered from his shoulders to his toes, close and desperate. He withdrew his cock a little more from his with each thrust, letting out loud, whiny moans as he achieved full-length strokes. He gripped her hips, paws buried in her wool, and pulled her back against his thrusts, audibly slapping her slippery, swollen opening. He hilted her repeatedly this way with his big, tense nuts slapping her on the clit. "Au-di- Audi-nohhh...!" he quivered, gripping her wool harder the closer he built toward climax, asshole clenching with every deep spurt of pre.

He whined through his clenched teeth, closing his eyes and making quick shoves through his ewe's tense folds, pushing on her cervix. She picked up her right hind leg, lips straining apart. Both his nuts clenched, and hot seed rushed up into his cock, filling it to the brim so it almost hurt to hold back. His hips tightened as he charged the powerful orgasm building in his crotch.

Suddenly Angel cried out and pulled back on his ewe, burying his cock deep inside. With the same upward swing, he whapped the top of her tunnel and began spraying hot seed all over her insides. "Gah!" he gasped, burying himself in the back of her tunnel and firing through her cervix. He lifted his leg, groaning and pressing into her as he ejaculated great, full jets, splatting and filling her womb. "Audino...! Audino!" he kept whining, helpless to stop the flood. "Audinooooh...!" he shivered, twitching and pulling back a little as his cock jerked up, painting her walls until it began to drip out in thick globs between her legs.

"Audi... Audino..." He collapsed on her back and closed his eyes, still bobbing hard inside of her. "Noh, Au-di-no."