do y'all know about island tameness? the tendency for animals that evolve on islands with no natural predators to grow very docile and unafraid of other animals?
sheep girl who's family moved to a private island for safety. but she never saw it that way, she always saw them as paranoid. the island was stifling, no one to talk to her besides her parents. nothing to do but manage their little farm and stare out to sea. she would watch the cargo ships and cruise liners pass as they headed to the mainland shore, far far off on the edge of the horizon. her parents never wanted to talk about what it was like before they moved here. she was too young to remember anything from before it was all sandy beaches, salty waves, and their small cabin. just one small room. one small bed. a dozen yellowed books that have been read hundreds of times. "all we need is each other, sweetie", that was always what they said when they ignored what she wanted. the characters in her books went to "cafe's", they watched "tv", they... they... kissed girls...
the rich smell of the campfire mingled with the briny air. her hands waved above her head, eyes locked to the trawler that was dragging nets through the water when she decided to make her escape. the bright flame made her blind to the night, and for so long she worried it had missed her. worried that she would have to explain to her parents again why she lit fires this late at night. make another flimsy excuse to keep them from giving her another lecture. she was sick of it. she waded through the waves before the fishing vessel even came to a stop. swimming out to meet it. not giving even one more second for her parents to catch her.
the rocking of the boat made her sick. she held herself, her soaked fleece almost drowning her before the captain helped her aboard. they all looked so different than she expected. some had her floppy ears, some her black nose. but no woolen coats. different fur colors, paw shapes, snouts. all intimidatingly taller than her. she wanted to talk to them, to learn more about them, about the mainland, but couldn't make herself. her heart raced so loud she could barely hear anything else. they wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. she barely choked out a "thank you", that at least was drilled into her. she was so nervous. so anxious. so so so excited. she was finally free!!! she was gonna see everything her novels had promised! she was gonna read the third book in her favorite series, Burnt Fluff 3: Refluffed, advertised in the back of book two, the one they never had, the one her parents would never risk the trip to shore to buy. she needed to know if the two lovers got back together in the end.
sunrise was here. had it been that long already? it wasn't uncommon for her to get so caught up in her imagination that a whole day had passed. it was usually the most interesting thing to do, after all. the ship pulled into dock. lights dotted the shore, buildings many times larger than her home crowded the land, and seems to only grow higher and higher up ahead. and there were so many kinds of ships! some of these she had spotted so far off on the horizon and she could finally see them up close! the second the wooden boards were close enough she leaped from the boat. she heard yelling from behind her, but she wouldn't listen. no one could hold her back again.
the massive steel behemoths were cold to the touch. they groaned and creaked as they rocked in the harbor. she could have never imagined their size, how long did it take to make something like this? it took her mother several months just to knit her dress, it must've taken them decades to make this thing. she was in love. "uh, excuse me miss? can i help you?". she whipped her head around and her breath caught in her throat. the interrupter of her fawning loomed over her. ears pointed straight up, at attention. a poofy tail, swishing back and forth. a gray coat peppered with black. her paws crossed in front of her, framing her... chest... just like the lead love interest in Burnt Fluff. she was in love.
"are you? lost? hello?" those yellow eyes stayed locked onto her. unblinking. the sheep finally remembered to sputter out a response. "uh... sorry, i was just admiring this ship. its... really pretty...". the wolf chuckled. "cute. does anyone know you're here?". cute? im cute??? yayayayayaya!!! :D "um... .. .. ..... no. :)" she tries to do a cute pose, despite not knowing what that looks like. the wolf just looks at her. eyes wide. tail swishing faster and faster. she glances around, checking behind her back. there's no one else around, it's the crack of dawn. she's only here because of the stupid amount of overtime she had to do to not get fired. she hasn't eaten since lunch. yesterday.
the wolf grabs the sheep by the shoulders. she pulls her in. the poor thing's heart is racing. omg omg omg is she pulling me in for a kiss?? already?? yay?!?! i just met her but i can't miss my chance im already getting to kiss a girl wow wow wow Wow Wow WOW. she closes her eyes for the kiss. they always did that in Burnt Fluff. the wolf's maw opens slowly. drool spilling from her mouth, splattering to the dock below. she stops, her breath bathing the sheep's face in moisture. am i really going to do this? just eat some rando? she didn't even do anything wrong, she was just admiring the ship but im just so hun- ah, fuck it.
wet. hot. tight. she feels a piercing pain around her collar as something punctures her skin. she tries to scream but her throat is being crushed. it releases and drags further down her body. hands move to her waist, and claws dig into her skin. they lift her into the air slowly as the flesh around her pulls on her greedily. each swallow an immense pressure threatening to break her. she tries to fight it, to pull free, but she's pitifully weak. she feels her body swing into the air, fully upside down now. the throat pulls, gravity assists. whats happening whats happening help help help it hurts it hurts it HURTS why can't i SCREAM i can't BREATH why is it SO SO HOT WHERE AM I????
she tastes so sweet... struggles so, so good, just the right amount to entice, not enough to actually get out. heh, like that cute little thing ever stood a chance. the wolf is in bliss, finally getting a chance to get her fill. its been too long since i've eaten something that fights back. man, i need to do this more often. she swallows one last time, the sheep's little feet passing her lips. the last time light will touch her. the wolves stomach groaned and the sheep's bones creaked as it worked to break her body down. wow, she barely makes a dent on my figure. i could walk in public like this and no one would suspect a thing. kinda surprised she isn't already somebody's ass fat, given how she was walking around so unprepared like that. maybe this is what she wanted? she didn't put up the same kind of resistance they usually do. i would feel bad but... im fulfilling her wish, right? so i'm basically a saint.
