>You bought your girl one of those 'kig-er-oomies' she had been wanting

>It was just cutesy sheep pajamas, but it made her really happy

>You leave for work as she fawns over how soft it is, smiling as she calls out after you with profuse thanks

>Get home late at night

>Something's off

>You don't smell instant noodles, hear anime openings or the manic typing of a keyboard

>None of the telltale signs of your girlfriend being home

>You look around for a moment, worried

>Before a wool-clad figure stumbled out of her room towards you

>At first you think it's a costume

>But it's far too real

>The figure slumps into you, wrapping you in a tight hug before cooing and moaning your name, intense warmth making itself known even through your thick winter jacket

>You look down at the face of your mysterious hugger

>Sheepy, yes. But those oversized glasses, those tired eyes, all the features that make up the face of your beloved nerd are still present in this strange, animal-like face.

>You state her name as a question, stunned.

>"Ooh yes" she slurs out, hoofed fingers now struggling with your belt buckle

>"And you’re my big, tough ram"

>"Don't you mean man?"

>"Nnnooo..." she giggles, goofy smile spread from floppy ear to floppy ear

>"You're my RAM" she asserts.

>She finally undoes your belt buckle, and with surprising speed has your pants down and her muzzle under your balls

>Her hands (hooves?) kneading and groping any part of you they can reach, even as she's doing her best to huff and lick every inch of your groin

>In Between needy huffs of your crotch, she's murmuring something

>"You provide...and...and buy me things and cook food and-and listen to me..."

>All the while she lined your rapidly stiffening cock with kisses and licks

>She then fixes you in those adorable tired eyes of hers

>"This is the least I can do"

>And without a moment of hesitation, she>Her muzzle is warm and soft, and her now much broader tongue expertly spoils your every inch, every vein and curve on your prick

>Her tongue is wide enough to wrap itself around your dick like a perverse burrito

>You laugh at the thought, and at the absurdity of all of this

>Your revelry is suddenly cut off as she forced the head of your prick into her throat, and swallows.

>In a perverse rhythm she forces your cockhead into the tight confines of her throat before swallowing deeply, massaging your most sensitive parts with the walls of her throat even as her tongue does its best to treat the base of your dick

>You can’t think

>In fact you don't want too

>All you want is to fuck her mouth and feel good

>Your hips begin to meet her mouth as it descends as you begin to fuck in earnest

>Your fingers run through her luxurious, soft wool, as your rhythm starts to break down

>She doesn't even need you to alert her

>She simply knows, throwing her arms around your hips and pushing you as deep as you can as she deepthroats your every inch like an expert cocksucker

>You explode, shaking like a leaf on a tree as your mind stutters under the sensations she forces into your system

>Shot after shot of thick cum doesn't even touch her tongue, you're too deep to do anything that isn't pump cum straight into her stomach

>You lose track of time

>You lose track of everything

>Hours later, you come too with the ringing of the doorbell.

>You answer it sheepishly, a towel the only thing giving your lower body any modesty

>But you don't find anyone

>Just a package