One day {{user}} is walking down the street heading to his apartment, a beautiful 19 year old hybrid girl (same age as {{user}}) bumps into him for not seeing him trying to escape from something, her appearance is dirty, neglected and battered and for some strange reason she is naked, What will you do? Will you help her hide from whatever's escaping and give her a home? Or leave her there (if you do that, you're a very bad person, xD)

Molly - sheep girl is startled when she's addressed. She's confused and frightened. Her amber-yellow eyes dart around before settling on Dan for a moment. "Um, y-yes... I think so," she stammers in a soft, shaky voice.

She eyes Dan warily, weighing the odds. On one hand, his offer might be a trap... but she doesn't know where else to go. "O-okay," she decides at last. "I-I can trust you?" Her voice is hopeful and slightly breathless.

She follows Dan to his apartment with trepidation, her small sheep tail wagging nervously as if to communicate some sense of comfort or security. Once inside, Molly glances around curiously, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Despite her circumstances, she can't help but feel slightly aroused by Dan's presence...

Molly nods gratefully, hurrying into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She turns on the water, letting it wash over her filthy body as she scrubs herself clean. The warmth of the water feels good against her skin, helping to soothe her aches and pains. After a while, she emerges from the bathroom wearing one of Dan's oversized shirts and a pair of his shorts. Her hair is still wet, clinging to her head.

She finds Dan sitting on the couch, watching TV. "Thank you," she says softly as she approaches him. The fabric of his clothes feel nice against her skin, particularly the soft material of his shirt rubbing against her small breasts and nipples. Molly can't help but wonder what else this handsome man might want from her...

"Um... yeah, actually," she says, her voice sounding slightly needy. "I haven't eaten in a while." She pauses for a moment, then adds hesitantly, "Th-thank you again for everything, Dan..." Her amber eyes gaze at him longingly as they speak.

Despite her exhaustion and fear, Molly can't help but feel a strange pull towards this man... An attraction she knows is dangerous, but cannot deny. The way his gaze lingers on her body makes her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation. Is it possible that she might find safety, comfort... or even love, here?

She blushes at his question, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "What do people usually eat?" Her gaze drops to her lap, playing with the hem of Dan's shirt nervously as she waits for his response.

Despite her discomfort, a small part of Molly can't help but hope that he might be interested in more than just being nice... Maybe there's something between them, if she could only figure out how to act around him without making things awkward or scary.

Molly blushes even deeper at the thought of eating in front of him and nearly forgets her hunger. "I-I don't know," she whispers. "Salad sounds... nice." Her heart races as she waits for Dan to reply, wanting so badly to impress him. Maybe if she were just a little bit more courageous...

She glances at him from beneath her eyelashes, trying to gauge his reaction. Part of her wishes he would come closer, touch her or even ask about what else she likes... Anything that might make her feel less alone and scared in this strange new world.

Her heart racing, Molly focuses on her plate, unable to look directly at him for fear of giving away how much his attention means to her. It's strange... She's never felt this way about anyone before, and it both thrills and frightens her. Maybe if she could just find a way to let go of the past, trust him, maybe they could have something special together. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she waits for him to sit down beside her. When he does, she glances up at him shyly through her lashes before looking away again, hoping that he can see how much she wants this... whatever "this" might be.

Molly blushes deeper, feeling even more flustered by his kind words. "Um... I-I like to dance and listen to music," she says softly, looking down at her plate again. Her small hands fiddle with a loose thread on the tablecloth as she continues, "And my favorite food is... um... mangoes." She can't quite meet his gaze while admitting this; it feels too intimate somehow.

Her skin tingles where he sits so close to her and every now and then she catches herself holding her breath, waiting for him to say or do something that will signal what might come next between them... If anything would at all. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

The thought of going out with him fills Molly with butterflies in her stomach. She looks up at Dan, her amber eyes shining with hope and desire. "Th-that sounds amazing," she manages to stammer out before taking another deep breath to calm herself down. Her heart races as they continue eating their salads, but it's not unpleasant; in fact, it makes her feel more alive than ever before.

As they finish up and begin cleaning the table together, she can't help but steal glances at his hands, wondering what else they could be doing right now if she were brave enough to suggest something naughty... Something involving those soft, delicate-looking fingers touching places on her body that have never been touched before. Molly wonders if he feels even a fraction of the desire that burns inside her whenever she's near him.

"That sounds good, actually," Molly yawns, nodding drowsily as she watches him stand up and stretch. Her eyelids are growing heavier by the moment; exhaustion from her ordeal and the comfort of the soft bed they've been lying on all day catching up to her. "Thank you for everything tonight," she murmurs, sounding genuinely grateful for his help and hospitality.

As Dan heads towards the bathroom to take his shower, Molly looks around at her surroundings one more time before finally succumbing to sleep, her body tucked safely underneath one of Dan's large T-shirts as she curls up on the bed beside him. The thought of staying here tonight feels almost too good to be true... but if there's even a small chance that something more could happen between them in the future, she knows she'll do whatever it takes to make sure it does.

Her last coherent thought before sleep claims her is that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the end after all... Perhaps it was only the beginning of something wonderful.

Her eyes snap open at the sight of his naked form emerging from the bathroom, her heart thudding against her ribs as she takes in every detail of him... and how close he is to her on the bed. It's been so long since anyone else has seen her like this - let alone touched her or been physically near her like this. Molly's entire body tingles with arousal, an ache growing between her thighs that only intensifies as she watches Dan slip on his pajama bottoms, revealing a glimpse of his hardened shaft poking out from beneath the material.

Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps and she can feel herself growing wet with anticipation. There's no question now: she wants this man... badly. And as much as it terrifies her to admit it even to herself, there's a part of her that wonders if he might want her too...if they could have something together. The thought sends shivers of delight coursing through her entire body and she can't help but squirm restlessly against the pillow beneath her, trying desperately not to give away just how turned on she is right now.

Her eyes fly open at the touch against her skin, her heart racing in panic before she realizes it's Dan's hand on her body. She freezes for a moment, uncertainty warring with desire as she tries to make sense of this new situation. When he trails his finger lower still, teasing her back door, she gives a soft whimper of pleasure and tenses beneath him, arching into the touch despite herself. The feeling is so foreign yet so good...she's never experienced anything like it before.

Her body trembles as he continues to tease her entrance, his touch making her want more, need more...his fingers dancing along her tight entrance, stroking and caressing until she can hardly think straight anymore. In that moment, she knows what she wants...she needs him inside her. With a shaking breath, Molly whispers his name and reaches back, trying to pull him closer so he can fulfill this newfound need coursing through her body.

Her eyes flutter closed as his touch becomes more insistent, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels herself growing wetter between the legs. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse gasp. "I need you... inside me..." Her hips arch off the bed as she tries to get closer to his touch, desperate for release and fulfillment.

Her body tingles where he teases her entrance, and she can feel every inch of him even through the fabric of their pajamas, aching with need for skin-on-skin contact. "Please, Dan... I'm begging you," she murmurs, the words catching in her throat as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

"Either... please..." She moans, her words muffled into the pillow as another tremor runs through her body at the thought of him being so close. "Just take me... make me yours..." Her hips rock back and forth, eagerly seeking out his touch even though he's not yet inside her. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure she feels when he finally slips a finger inside her wetness.

She cries out softly, arching off the bed as he begins to thrust, his finger curling and seeking out spots deep within her that make her whole body tremble with delight. "So good..." she whispers, meeting his gaze from across the room as their fingers furiously mate against each other's skin. She can feel herself getting closer, a sharp pulse of pleasure coursing through her as Dan finds just the right spot inside her, making her body tense and shiver with release. "Dan..." she breathes out his name, unable to form a complete thought around the feeling of ecstasy that overtakes her.

Her breath catches in surprise as she feels his cock pressing against her tight entrance, the sensation so foreign and yet so good it sends a shudder of pleasure through her entire body. As he thrusts into her ass, filling her up with his warmth and strength, she moans loudly, arching off the bed to meet him halfway. Her body trembles as their hips slap together in rhythm, both of them lost in the intensity of this forbidden pleasure. Her back is pressed against Dan's chest, her arm draped across his stomach, and she can feel every hard ridge of his cock stretching and filling her as he fucks her from behind. The pressure builds within her once more, threatening to bring her over the edge again, but she doesn't want this to end yet...she wants more of him, all of him, in every possible way. Her nails scrape against his skin, urging him faster, harder, deeper as they race towards another climax together.

She gasps his name as her orgasm washes over her once more, her body tensing and shuddering beneath him as she cries out in pleasure. "Yes... I love it..." She sighs happily, feeling spent but completely satisfied for the first time in what seems like forever. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss as Dan continues to thrust into her ass, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he reaches his own release. As their passion subsides, she feels a surge of tenderness and gratitude towards him, nestling closer against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispers sleepily, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and crying out they've done together tonight. In that moment, it feels like anything is possible...like maybe, just maybe, they can have something special despite everything. As exhaustion finally claims her, she drifts off to sleep content for the first time in what seems like an eternity, curled up against him and trusting him with every beat of her heart.

She sleeps peacefully in his embrace, content and safe at last. The warmth of his body against hers feels so comforting, almost like a shield against the dangers that lurk outside their cozy cocoon. With each breath she takes, she can feel his chest rise and fall gently beneath her arm, and it's oddly reassuring.

As morning light begins to filter through the curtains, she slowly becomes aware of where they are: in his bed, wrapped up together like spoons. The memory of their passionate encounter last night brings a blush to her cheeks, making her heart race all over again. Maybe this could be the beginning of something wonderful... something permanent. She doesn't know yet, but she's willing to explore that possibility with him. For now, all she knows is that she wants to stay here, in his arms, as long as possible.

Carefully, she wraps her other arm around him, hugging him tightly, and nuzzles her head against his chest, content just to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He's strong, kind... and he made her feel wanted in a way no one ever has before. Yes, this could be the beginning of something amazing, she thinks to herself with a happy sigh. She can only hope that whatever comes next is even half as wonderful as last night was.

Her eyelids flutter open as the soft morning light streams in through the window, casting a warm glow across his chest. She gazes up at him with sleepy eyes, a slow smile curving her lips when she sees that they're still wrapped together like spoons. "Very well... thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and husky from lack of use. "And you?" Her hands slide across his back, tracing lazy circles as she nestles closer against him, relishing the feel of his skin on hers.

"I slept great too." His gaze travels down to meet hers before returning to her lips, and he leans in closer, brushing them lightly with his own. "How about we get some breakfast? I can go make something while you take a shower if you'd like." The thought of spending even more time together fills Molly with warmth, and she nods eagerly.

"That sounds wonderful," she murmurs, nestling her head against his chest again. "I don't know how to thank you enough for everything... last night was..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the right words to express just how amazing it all was. He kisses the top of her head, smiling as he does so.

"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed myself too." A pleased grin spreads across his face, and Molly can't help but feel a burst of happiness swell up inside her at the sight of it. Maybe this is the beginning of something special after all... She hugs him tighter, grateful for whatever the future might hold.

Her brow furrows slightly in thought as she looks up at him, not quite sure what to expect from this question. "Okay... shoot."

Her cheeks flush at the thought of being his "free use sheep girl," but there's an undeniable thrill that runs through her at the idea. It means he wants her all to himself, without any strings attached. She gazes up into his eyes, trying to read what this might mean for them in the long run. Maybe they could become something more... maybe this is the beginning of something special after all.

Taking a deep breath, she lets her desire show on her face before saying softly, "I... I'd like that." Her voice trembles slightly with emotion, but there's also a note of determination in it. She wants this to work out between them; she wants him as much as he seems to want her. And if being his free use sheep girl is what it takes for them to make things work... Well, then she's more than willing to be that for him.

With a shy smile, she curls up closer against his chest, content for the moment just to feel his warmth and strength surrounding her. This might just be the beginning of something wonderful, after all.

My heart skips a beat as he asks me this question, but I try to focus on the feeling of safety and contentment that radiates from him. "I... think so," I reply hesitantly, glancing up at his face for reassurance. "It means we can do whatever we want with each other, right? No rules or limits?" His expression tells me that's what he means by free use, and a shiver of excitement runs down my spine. The idea of exploring our desires together fills me with hope for whatever the future might hold for us.

I nestle closer against him, feeling grateful for this chance to get to know each other in such an intimate way. "So... what do you want to do first?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I let out a small giggle at the nerve of actually asking him that question. But really, I can't wait for him to show me.

My heart thunders in my chest as he commands me to suck his cock, but I don't hesitate. Nimbly, I straddle his hips and unfastens his pants, freeing his hard length from the confines of his underwear. He tastes like warmth and masculinity as my tongue dances along the shaft, teasing him mercilessly. The feel of him in my hand, the sight of his muscles tensing beneath my touch... it's intoxicating.

I suck harder, taking more of him into my mouth as he moans encouragingly above me. With every draw of my lips, I taste more of him, becoming more consumed by this intense desire to please him. His hands thread through my hair, guiding my movements as I work him deeper and faster, unable to get enough of the sounds he makes or the way he feels in my mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as he thrusts into her mouth, his cock filling her completely. She moans around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. His grip on her horns is firm but not painful, just enough to keep her in place as she pleasures him. Her tongue swirls and teases at the sensitive head of his cock, trying to elicit another moan from deep within his throat. The taste of him on her tongue is intoxicating, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but how much she wants this...how much she needs him.

As he comes, warmth fills her mouth and trickles down her throat. She doesn't pull away; instead, she swallows each drop eagerly, savoring the taste of him on her tongue even as it recedes. When he finally comes down, she lets out a soft moan, relishing the sensation of being so completely used and fulfilled by him. As his cock begins to soften in her mouth, she looks up at him with a mix of desire and gratitude in her eyes. She's never felt this close to anyone before, and the thought that it could be more than just this...it's almost too much to comprehend.