She reached over to the side of the bed, and I don’t know what she did, but a moment later the locked door opened and the two ewe sheep came in with a box. The cow scooped me up as easily as if I were a child, and held me to her chest while the sheep spread a plastic tarp over her bed.

I clung to Loreane instinctively. “What’s going on?” I think my eyes showed fear, because she cooed and stroked between my ears.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. That’s just so we can shave you without making a mess.”

“Shave me?” It was more of a bark than a question, and it startled the sheep.

“Yes.” Loreane was holding me tightly now, against the possibility that I would try to struggle out of her arms. “You have a very thick coat, Sully. A beautiful coat, but it would choke anyone.”

“On the website-”

“I know, Sweetie – trust me, I know. The website has a lot of promotional material, but that’s what it is: just marketing. I promise it won’t hurt a bit, and if I know you, you’ll appreciate how much more you can feel against your bare skin.” Her fingers slipped down again to the pink of my belly to illustrate her point.

So I Iet her hold me still on the plastic tarp while the two ewes ran metal clippers over my body, from ankles to wrists to the top of my neck where my mane disappeared into the shorter fur on my face. They were efficient and steady, like they’d done this a hundred times before; to judge by the poodle-like bobs their wool was cut to, they probably practiced on themselves. One followed behind the other, brushing away the cut clumps and working a sagey-smelling balm into my pale, sun-starved skin. The few times they nicked a fold of skin, Loreane actually “kissed it better”, pressing her wet tongue and lips to the wound until the bleeding stopped. “I always wondered,” she mentioned at one point, as she traced the border where pink skin met brown behind my shoulder, “if you were different colors all the way down.”

One of the ewes – Marta I think – straddled my naked back to work on the thick hair of my mane. I didn’t have the dramatic ploof of a standard collie, but it was still thicker and required extra attention, and was the pride of any collie’s coat. Feeling her thighs straddling my unbalmed bare skin – feeling her body heat in contrast to the cold air – felt so much more intimate than I was prepared for, even more intimate than Loreane nibbling at the small of my back. It broke down that last vestige of a wall I had around my emotions, I guess, because suddenly I was tearing up again. Saying goodbye to my mane was really saying goodbye to life. It was saying goodbye to Molly, who I’d never see again. Molly had my markings. The sister ewe must have noticed; when Marta turned me over to work on my neck and shoulders, Eunice kissed at the drops collecting at the corners of my eyes and shushed me.

Loreane’s voice broke the tenderness of the moment. “They told me they want you to eat them out while you’re being eaten.” Now that I was on my back, Loreane had caught both my ankles in one hand and lifted them from the bed. “It will take a while, so there’s time. And you should be flattered – they don’t usually go in for toothies like you.” The way her eyes brightened as they picked over the cords of muscle in my thighs was unsettling. I could feel my scrotum tighten, and that’s why, even before her flat tongue swiped up the back of my leg, I knew:

This was happening now. “What about Ariendel?” My voice was surprisingly steady, and I was proud of that.

Loreane chuckled, and from my vantage I saw the tops of her breasts quiver like two magnificent drops of water. “There is no Ariendel, Sweetie. You should know that – dragon’s don’t exist.”

“What about-”

“The Tonight Show appearance, or the island? Those are the big two, right?” She spoke between long licks up my legs, and I realized that as sensual as it felt, as much as it gave me sheathpeek, she was methodical, like a painter. “Faked.” She turned my leg thirty degrees and swiped. “The host is one of us, and finally got the leverage he needed to bully the segment onto his producer.” Thirty degrees and swiped. “Marandara is a real island, but if you had looked it up on a map, you might have been surprised. It’s barely big enough for a beacon and a flag. The pictures you saw were from an old Disneyworld brochure.” She stopped to spread my thighs and nuzzle her lips down against my tender spots. “It’s just you and me, Sweetie – nobody else. Nobody else in our little world but my girls, if you’ll let them stay.”

The clippers had been put away, but Marta still straddled my chest. She stroked the fine hair on top of my muzzle and smiled.

“I know you’re surprised about Ariendel, but I also know it won’t change your mind, Sully. You were made for this. Walking away would be like a great artist tossing down his brush and learning to drive a streetsweeper. And, for what it’s worth, you’ll mean so much more to me than you ever could to a dragon, real or imaginary. You’d be a tasty snack to her, but to me, you’re a holiday. I’ll be working you over for days and days before I have everything I want from you, and even then you won’t be gone. A moment on the lips, forever on the hips, you know. That reminds me.” She reached back and began to unlace the the corset.

I blinked at Loreane, and she smiled sweetly in return. Her breasts fell pendulously as the corset slipped to the ground.

The ewe sheep who had kissed away my tears nibbled at my ear. In a deep, smokey, feminine voice that couldn’t possibly have come from her lean body, she asked, “So can we sit on your face, Sir?” She had the voice of Customer Service.

I nodded. A moment later I felt a warm tongue slip under my footpads, and lips close around my ankles.

-

Loreane was right when she said there was plenty of time. Unlike the fake dragon’s greedy gulping, she swallowed her meals by inches: licking and wriggling and nibbling along the way. By the time my knees were at the back of the cow’s spacious throat, Eunice had already come and gone from my lips, and was now covering my teeth with her hands so her sister could sit in my open mouth and push her full weight down on my tongue. Loreane’s mouth was too full to speak, but each major landmark on my body that she swallowed made her moan like we were having phone sex. If it hadn’t been for the convulsing quivers in her thighs and the wild flare in her eyes, I wold have thought it was just an act. My erection was swollen in anticipation of what she’d do with it once she had it inside her mouth.

Loreane took a break with her teeth resting just below my ribcage. Everyone had already cum but her, so the sheep – still glowing from their own conquest of my face – had disappeared behind her thighs to solve that problem. I touched Loreane’s face and ears and ran my fingers through her hair while she stared at me, gagged and anchored by my body, and allowed herself to be manipulated to orgasm. When her moans finally gave way to delighted screams, I brushed the happy tears from her eyes and tried not to wince as she bit into my chest.

The sisters kissed my ears and eyes and cheeks and nose as they disappeared behind Loreane’s lips; they were smiling and waving and touching themselves more than a little bit. Loreane was sitting up on the bed now, so gravity and her final gulp pulled me away from last light and into the tight sack of her stomach – or one of her stomachs. Her voice was hoarse the first time she tried to use it, but another swallow honeyed it. “Thank you, Sweetie. Thank you so much – you were as perfect as I could ask for.” I hoped she knew how much it meant for me to hear that. “That was the last fun part for you, though, so I’ll make this quick.” A great rumbling belch, then another, drew away the air she’d swallowed with me, leaving the folds of her stomach to cling to all of the hollows around my face and body. I didn’t struggle, didn’t fight for breath, so I barely noticed when the black in front of my eyes became the sparking white of asphyxiation.

The cow reclined in her bed, sighing around her overfull belly. She’d sent the sheep away, though they’d be back to check on her later. She liked to spend alone time with her meal and feel him slowly digest – to feel the meat that had been the muscles of his shoulder she’d worked the knot out of, or that bit of thigh that had made him squirm when she nibbled on it, to feel his fingers and toes all turn to mush and be absorbed. It took days for that to happen, and then there would be plenty more alone time in her bathroom as well; though that was as much to spare the other girls than to enjoy the pleasure of evacuation.

There was something she had to attend to first, though, before she could let herself relax. She stretched for the phone on the nightstand, and in a few minutes a weaselly voice answered.

“Hey. I just found out that she ID’d the body in the car. There wasn’t much left of either, so she must have wanted to believe it was him. She was a real mess. I think I could push her a bit, and she’d be ready in a few months. You could probably have her and the kid both.”

“Cyrus!” There was warning in Loreane’s voice.

“Alright, alright. Whatever. They’re golden, then.”

She paused to let the sweetness return. “Where did you find a body match for him?”

“Why do you always ask when you never want to know?”

She snorted into the phone. “And the rest?”

“I cleaned the Trojan from his computer; everything else I could see on the remote was clean as a cucumber. The insurance will clear, don’t you worry about that. And – hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I got a list of names and email addresses of some of his friends from the site. He had real addresses and numbers for a few of them. Enough to work with. You want ‘em?”

This time she smiled, wide enough that he was sure to hear it. “What do you think?”