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In Sheep's Clothing
🕑 Added 2021-07-19 21:56:05 +0000 UTCAnother of the little snippet things. I was asked to make something like the werewolf stories I write with changes that linger to the physical body and the mental aspects. Only with a sheep. Soooo...
"A what," Krystin said flatly while staring at her company's general manager.
"Petting zoo," Thomas repeated. "We took a poll and that's where everyone wanted to go tonight."
"What about the bar? We always go to the bar," Krystin said.
"That's the problem," Thomas told her. "We always go to a bar. They wanted something different. I already found a place and called it in. Reserved the whole thing just for us."
"This is bullshit," Krystin said. She sat straight, frowning with her hands placed on top of her desk. Her fingers tac-tac-tac-tac'ed back and forth in a wave. "I'm not going."
"Come on, Krystin," Thomas said. "You always go. They expect it. It's a tradition at this point. The employees like to see you there, you know that."
Krystin frowned and leaned forward in her well oiled executive chair.
"Yes, but they're all idiots," Krystin told him.
"Come on, not all of them," Thomas sighed.
"No, no, you're right, I fired those," Krystin said. "The rest are just mediocre trash."
Thomas grit his teeth before smiling. And once more, he considered fluffing up his resume to shop it around. He'd only been at the company for three years and was hoping to make it to five years before trading up to a better company. Still, Krystin was ruthless and damn good at her job and the company did well because of it.
"Look, you just have to show up, pose for a company picture and then you can leave."
"When?" she asked.
"Five o'clock sharp," he replied. "I'll email you the information."
"Fine," she said. She snatched a gleaming black pen from a marble holder on the side of her desk. "Now, get out."
He left without a word. She ignored him, instead tracing a finger along a row of numbers on a printout. Her pen sharply marked certain numbers until she was finished and the paperclipped stack went back in her tray.
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Krystin sat in the black leather seat of her Tesla, watching her employees crowd the entrance to the petting zoo. Her jaw bulged when she grinded her teeth together with her eyes narrowed in anger.
The zoo was in a strip mall. Wind blew trash down the street and a large metal trash can lid banged as it rolled through the parking lot. Her knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. She stared at the jacket in the passenger seat and then at the temperature on the large display at the center of the vehicle's console.
"Fuck all of you," she snarled before shoving her door open. Her heels cracked against the ground when she stepped outside, but when she stood straight, a beautiful smile warmed her face.
"Krystin, hi!" a happy voice called out.
"Hey, Susan!" Krystin said while wiggling her fingers in a mock wave of greeting.
You fucking bitch, Krystin thought to herself as she joined the others. They made space around her and Thomas came over to greet her.
"I know you can't stay long with us," Thomas said loudly for her benefit. "Which animal would you like to visit?"
"Oh, you know I don't care, Thomas," Krystin told him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Surprise me."
"W- well, we'll just go in and pick the first one," Thomas stuttered. He swept through the group to lead them inside and Krystin followed. Anger radiated beneath Krystin's incredibly fake smile but she hid it well enough that the others didn't even notice.
Christ, the smell! Krystin groaned internally. She gagged but hid it behind her hand as if gently rubbing her nose. The smell of animals and dung was pervasive and her head began to throb. Her lips parted so she could breathe shallowly in order to ignore the worst of it.
"Awww, lookit the little sheeeep," Julie cooed. She was the youngest of the employees, straight out of high school and currently applying to college. Krystin prayed she'd get accepted somewhere in a different state.
"Oh, perfect!" Thomas exclaimed. "Alright, everyone, let's gather 'round in front of the pen to get a picture."
Two employees of the petting zoo - a mother and daughter - followed their group. Thomas handed his phone to the older woman and she turned it while stepping back, framing the group as they gathered together.
Krystin stood at the back just behind Gerald but she stepped further back until her ass touched the posts blocking the pen. Gerald towered over all of them and she used him to-
"Fuck! The fucking sheep bit me!" Krystin screamed. She jumped, shoving the employees with her hand against her hip. She could still feel the indentations of its teeth against her skin. Her employees all gasped and crowded around her, asking if she was alright but she pushed them aside to stand in front of the woman and her daughter.
"Are you-" the woman asked. Her face was pale and she clutched her hands together.
"You'll be getting a bill," Krystin hissed through clenched teeth. "God help you if it broke skin because my lawyers are worse than I am."
"It- it- it says on the s-sign that you're- you're not supposed to get too close to the- p- p-" the daughter tried to say. Her voice faltered when Krystin turned to face her.
Krystin stomped away while massaging her side. Pain radiated out from her hip up to her chest. Her employees whispered behind her but she ignored them all, slamming the doors open and fast-walking through the parking lot until she stood by her car. She placed a hand against the door while pulling her blouse from her skirt.
The skin around the bite was red but not broken. There was a clear indentation of a single tooth and what she thought was a bruise but nothing else.
"Fuckers," she growled before tucking her blouse back in.
She opened her car's door before bouncing into her seat. The car hummed to life and she glanced up at the rearview mirror to check her tightly coiled black hair. She touched one of her curls, tucking it back into place. Now satisfied, she buckled herself in and reversed, goosing the car to silently race through the parking lot and into a gap in the flow of traffic.
Krystin's finger rubbed against her side as she drove. Soon she curled her fingers to drag her nails against the silk, scratching at the skin beneath to ease the itching beginning to spread throughout her side.
A hidden pothole caused her car to bounce lightly and she bleated in surprise. Her hair unwound from the impact to hang loosely against the lacquered chopsticks holding it in place. White showed at the very roots of her hair when they grew a fraction of an inch from her scalp. Melanin leeched away from hair in spiraling streaks to the trips until they were a coiled mixture of white and black.
"Damn sheep," she sighed while continuing to scratch herself. She dug her finger beneath her skirt's waist to pull the blouse away and scratch directly against the skin, moaning lightly when her nails clawed hard enough to leave a mark. "Da- daa-AA-aa-ng them. Stupid sheep."
She drove deep into the city as the sun settled against the horizon. Silvery moonlight reflected from the side of her car when she turned into her favorite bar's parking lot. She slowed after entering and glanced around as cars moved, anxiously worrying about one of them accidentally backing into her. Their movement unsettled her, causing her to hesitate as she watched the large machines move. She waited for them before sliding into an empty lot.
"Good," she said. Now parked, she reached up to scratch her brow and then down to her jaw, grunting as she scratched herself hard enough to leave temporary lines behind that quickly faded back to her skin color.
When Krystin stepped out of her car, the full moon waited for her. It sat full and huge between two skyscrapers in the middle of the city. The sight of it hit her like a punch to the gut and her breath wheezed out while she stood transfixed. She moaned, clenching the frame of the door as the moon held her in place. Her pupils dilated, soaking in the silver light until they trembled and flattened, flexing out to the sides until they were thin black bars in the middle of her brown irises.
Soft snowy vellus hairs crept an inch down from her hairline. She scratched at the hair hidden by her bangs and then shook herself with a soft bleat.
"Need a drink," she whispered to the moon, as if asking permission.
Krystin closed her car's door. She pulled at her skirt and then scratched at the curly white hairs growing slowly against her hip, just beneath her the untucked part of her blouse. Despite how late in the evening it was, the humid summer heat surrounded her and sweat beaded against her back, falling down to the curve of her ass and in between her cheeks. When more formed beneath her nose, she rubbed her lips together and walked with her purse clutched against her side with her eyes darting around the parking lot. Her heart jumped at the sudden, sharp movements around her.
Several men eyed her when she stepped inside and she shrank back briefly before standing tall and walking to the end of the bar. She tapped her credit card loudly against the bar until the bartender came over to take it.
"Start a tab," she told the young girl who took the card. And, a moment later: "... please."
"Absolutely, Ms. Tredo, what can I get started for you?" The bartender asked after glancing at the credit card.
"A whisky, neat," Krystin told her. Her jaw clenched and she frowned. "Please."
Krystin waited. After a few seconds, she nibbled her lip and glanced around, stepping from one foot to the other.
"Here you are," the bartender said after placing a glass on the bar.
"... thank you," Krystin said quietly. She took the glass and retreated to the corner of the bar.
The air conditioning wasn't helping with how warm she felt. More sweat formed on her chest before tracing an agonizing path down her belly. She shivered as the droplets rolled over her body and her lips parted when she moaned softly. The warmth was settling into her, soaking into her body until it wrapped itself around her.
"Ah-aa-AA-ah," she bleated after taking a large sip of her drink.
She sat in semi-darkness on a tall stool in front of a small, oblong table with her purse laid out on the table beside her drink. Her ass slid briefly on the seat until she sat straight, but she winced and reached back to rub her sacrum. Muscles twitched back and forth under her thumb as they pulled her loosened tailbone free. She reached her fingers beneath her skirt and panties to briefly scratch herself and her nails dragged against short, curly hairs.
Krystin picked up her lowball glass to roll it against her forehead. It was room temperature, but it still felt cooler than she did. The tips of her ears sagged minutely when they lengthened. She shoved her knuckle into her left ear and grunted as she rolled it around, repeating the gesture with her right ear.
Snow white hair grew over her back, trapping the sweat as the strands coiled against her blouse. She reached behind to drag her nails against her blouse and she groaned at the pleasure of it. And still, it wasn't enough. She leaned back into the wall to grind into the uneven plaster. The hairs spread up the center of her back until it reached her nape. She breathed out in a heavy sigh before bending back towards her table to take another drink. Her blouse slowly puffed away from her body.
"Hmmm," she moaned while frowning at her drink. "I- hmmm."
She crossed and uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again before spreading them open. Warmth pooled between her thighs. She could feel it starting - the awareness of how empty she was while her nerves woke over her body. Like an itch needing to be scratched within. As if standing naked before a faceless group of mine, bleating to be fucked but nobody was moving towards her and her hands were tied. Her body wound itself tighter and tighter as she sat and she groaned and clutched her stomach, squeezing and massaging the flesh beneath her blouse. There was a peculiar pinching sensation accompanied by a strange pressure. She squeezed and pulled and squeezed at her lower stomach as her udder began to form.
"Haaaaa-aa-aa-aaah," Krystin sighed, breaking into a cute, quiet bleat at the end.
She scratched at her shoulders when white hairs grew over them. They continued to spread, slowing as they reached her chest. The hairs covering her nape continued to lengthen beneath her blouse's wide collar until the edge of her puffy wool pressed against the bottom of her coiled hair.
The insane urge to strip out of her shirt filled her mind. The heat was becoming unbearable. But, worse than that, it felt wrong against her body. Constraining. She wanted hands against her. Those faceless men standing around her in her fevered imagination. Clutching her. Stroking her. Weight pressing against her back, forcing her down down down-
"Buy you a drink?" a deep voice asked, pulling Krystin out of her reverie. The smell of alcohol wafted over to her.
Fuck off. The reply touched her lips but crumbled away. It was mean to say that. And- and he was a male. She bowed her head but looked up at him shyly while the tip of her tail flicked against the band of her skirt. Her ears drooped further as they lengthened and the edges folded.
"I- I- no, no thank you," she told him while rubbing her thighs together. Blood pulsed within her labia. She could feel how swollen and hot they were against her thighs. Her tail, barely a lump, shook against her body. It took every ounce of her former, fading control to turn him away and she immediately regretted the words.
"Right, well, I'm o'er there if you change your mind," he slurred, stumbling away.
She watched him and her hand dropped to her belly once more, squeezing the soft skin bulging above her skirt. Moaning when she stared at his crotch when he sat at his table with his friends. She pulled at the pink flesh and the nubs of the twin teats beginning to push away. Three droplets of milk soaked into her blouse.
Krystin's canines withdrew slowly, flattening to match the surrounding teeth while a deep ache began to throb within her gums. The white hair growing over her brow continued their march down until they reached her eyebrows.
A new man stood at the bar with his back to her. She slid her hand in the gaps between her bottom buttons until her delicate hand gripped one of her teats. Her hand squeezed and she shivered and moaned before bleating quietly with her head bowed.
Her wool crept over breasts. Packed, dense hair grew over the exposed skin and down beneath her cups, pushing her bra away. Her erect nipples tented against her blouse and she bleated again. The hairs spread further, pushing against her shirt when they grew longer and longer into thick white wool that slipped through the straining buttons of her blouse.
Krystin stood and wobbled, barely catching herself in time when she slid in her heels. She kicked her feet while staring at the male at the bar until her feet were freed and her feet thumped against the concrete floor. Thick, sharp toenails cut through the tips of her stockings to show two hardened lumps. Her toenails grew thick and dark, layers upon layers that sealed her toes together. She took a step, raising up to her new hooves, and then another.
When someone walked near her she shrank back and bowed her head while her tail moved. It flexed and waved until it slipped free of her skirt to swish excitedly against the back of her blouse. The sensation of the tip gliding against her wool only turned her on more as she resumed her walk to the bar. Her udder sagged slightly against her blouse.
"Oh, excuse me," the man at the bar said when Krystin bumped into him.
Her tail flicked while she spread her legs, eager to waft her scent over to him while bumping into him once more. Now he looked at her and she bowed her head shyly.
"Can I help you?" he asked. His voice sent shivers down her spine. She pressed into him again, rubbing against his side while moaning lightly.
"S- sit with me?" she asked him. She reached her hand out to tug gently against his sleeve.
"Yeah, okay," he said with a smirk.
After noticing the glass and purse on the empty table, he grabbed his own drink, nodded at the bartender and walked over to where she'd sat. She followed behind him with her hands against her udder, watching him anxiously. He grabbed her things unasked and walked further to a booth set behind the view of the bar. A small part of her was bothered by his presumptuousness but a growing part of her gladly accepted it. When he slid in, he patted the seat next to him and she followed docily.
Krystin reached for her drink but he grabbed her hand and guided it to his crotch instead.
"Tha-aa-ats, umm," she tried to say but he closed his hand around his cock and she moaned, squeezing and rubbing as he hardened in her grip.
"Unzip me," he whispered with his cheek next to hers. Her ears flicked away from his hot breath but she nodded.
"Ye- yes," she said, sliding his zipper down. When his hand touched the back of her head, she bent down and her heart raced. He pulled her chopsticks free, gripping the hair as it pooled around the thick ruff of wool covering her neck.
She took all of him at once, nearly gagging until her jaw clicked and his cock bent past her uvula. Her drool coated him while she bobbed back and forth. When she pushed down, her jaw slid forward, pink skin showing briefly before soft white hairs covered it. And up, focusing her rectangular eyes while moaning and reaching a hand down. Her buttons popped, exposing her wool but she ignored it as she grabbed her teats.
"Like that, slut, yeah," the man groaned, watching the bar as she sucked him off. "Like tha-aaa-aaat."
He grunted and slammed his head back. His sudden orgasm surprised her. She swallowed his first load but pulled off and the second splashed against her narrow white muzzle. Her eyelids fluttered and she opened her mouth while leaning back to take the rest of it.
"Mo-oo-oOO-re," the man commanded while gripping the wool on her neck.
Wood splintered and cracked. Krystin glanced up to see horns growing from the man's forehead. He rolled his head back to break the paneling behind him in an effort to ease the ache of the new growths and the sight of it made her weak. She fumbled for her skirt's zipper, pulling it down and then tossing it aside.
Krystin bleated when she crawled up to straddle the man, shoving her ass down with his cock trapped against her. An urgent little voice screamed that she was in public but it was tiny and easy to ignore, especially with the male gripping her wool and and ass. Holding her in place and guiding her. She felt the tip of his cock bump against her udder and she gasped, reaching down to pinch the twin teats around his dick while rocking in short, sharp movements. His cum soaked into her wool until he grunted and grabbed her ass, lifting her up.
"Put me ins-iii-iiide," he bleated before shoving his face into her wool, searching for the nipple hidden beneath.
She moved quickly to comply with his command, grabbing him and holding him in place while lowering herself until she felt the head against her pussy lips. Her own cum leaked down, curling around his shaft when he spread her open. Her tail flicked and swished while she lowered herself completely. When his teeth finally found her nipple, she jerked and began to bounce. Her wool muffled the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs while her hooves knocked in a pattern against the bench.
As he suckled, her nipple lengthened, stretching until it was an inch and a half. She felt the other one growing, pushing through her wool until it was bouncing freely. Her long white ears, pointed out to the side, bobbed in time.
"Yee-eeh-eeh-eeeeh," Krystin bleated quietly, moaning as she held him tightly against her nipple. She loved his hands against her body and the way he roughly kneaded against her flesh and wool. The control he held over her was intoxicating.
The head of his cock changed inside of her, curving outward to rub deep inside while it swelled and lengthened. Krystin shuddered while leaning into him but he pounded up into her and she bleated loudly.
"The fuck?" a quiet voice asked.
Clothing tore against Krystin's chest. She felt his shirt pull apart as muscles strained and grew beneath his skin.
"Fuh- fu-uuUUuuuck you- gonna fuck you," he bleated, gasping as he pounded harder and harder and harder.
"The fuck is this?!" the bartender screamed. "The fuck are you- get the fuck out of- what kind of sick-!"
The man held Krystin tight, ignoring the screams until he grunted loudly and unloaded inside of her. Krystin bleated and bucked as it pushed her over the edge and her own orgasm exploded within. She clenched him tight until he was done and then he pushed her off.
A thick string of cum lanced out from his slick cock to splash against the bartender's open mouth. She wiped at it but swallowed by reflex and her eyes widened.
"Get the fuh-" she tried to say but her knees weakened and she leaned against their table. Sweat beaded on her brow. "The- get the-"
She glanced up, staring at the man with round pupils wobbling and widening.
"Come," he said, standing away from the table.
"I'm not- I'm- I'm noo-OOO-ooot-" the bartender bleated. She clamped her hands to her mouth but shuddered and gasped.
Krystin felt herself growing excited. The male was virile and strong and still hard. It was right for him to take more females and the thought excited her as she leaned in to kiss the bartender awkwardly with her muzzle. The other girl barely resisted and eventually moaned as she reached out to stroke the male's cock.
He grabbed the bartender's wrist, pulling her up and she followed meekly when he shoved the emergency exit open. Krystin followed quickly.
---
Dawn's gray light surrounded Krystin. She groaned and shifted and her body moved oddly against her.
Two people were laid out before her, covered in wool. She saw the rough outlines of breasts on the smaller one and horns on the other. When she shoved herself back in shock, she bleated loudly at the sight of her own legs, thick with soft white wool.
Krystin ran through the grass field surrounding her. She spied tractors and other farming gear but the city was surprisingly close and her condo lay just on the outskirts. Tearing at the wool caused her pain so she left it as she ran, cloaking her nakedness behind the thick hair.
She shied away from any movement and cowered when she heard barking dogs but little-by-little she oriented herself and made her way home. Without her purse, she was forced to enter her door code to enter the building. She crept through the hallways, ignoring the elevator while taking the stairs, rushing to the top floor with her wool waving around her. Her heart pounded when she stabbed her thumb against the reader by her door. It took three tries before it accepted her finger to unlock and she stumbled inside while shoving the door shut behind her.
The bathroom was just around the corner. She ran to it to stare at herself.
"Oh, oh no," she gasped.
Her flat, human face peered out through a halo of wool with her normally shoulder-length black and white hair reaching down past her ass. Like the other woman, she could see the curve of her breasts due to the wool surrounding them but-
"No no no," she groaned.
Her long pink nipples lay against the wool covering her breasts. Worse, she looked past them to see the small bulge of her shrunken udder and the twin teats flexing down to the ground.
She fumbled through the cabinet until she found her razor and it buzzed when she clicked it on. For one brief, glorious moment, it sheared away a piece of wool from her stomach before choking on the thickness of it and shuddering to a smoking halt. She reared back to smash it against the ground before glancing around nervously and nibbling on her lip. Instead, she set it gently on the sink.
Scissors followed the razor but all she could do was shorten the wool covering the front of her body. After much deliberation, she searched online for sheep clippers, doubling the price when ordering them with next day shipping.
The flick of her tail made her scream. She reached back but it twisted away from her for several seconds until she gripped it tightly. It was short - barely two inches long and only as thick as her thumb. She let it go and walked into her bedroom to lie down on the floor until sleep overcame her.
That night, she ate, throwing together a quick salad from what she had in the fridge. She shoved her face into the bowl, munching loudly while her face stretched forward. Her wool continued to grow until it weighed heavily against her. She masturbated, bleating loudly within her expensive soundproofed walls until her mind was taken from her and she left, wandering the halls on her hooves.
When she woke the morning after, she was wrapped in a stranger's arms in the middle of a forest. She groaned and untangled herself but he woke and stroked her back while thrusting his cock against her. Despite fear gripping her heart and the urge to run away, she bleated and spread her legs for him while he pounded into her. They rolled and he pulled her on top. She bleated loudly while gripping his thick horns and her ass bounced against his cock while her long nipples flopped against her quaking breasts. After three orgasms that left her leaking with his cum, he passed out and she finally made herself move.
She was in one of the many city parks this time and an early jogger caught a brief look at her before she whirled behind a tree. When the jogger was gone, she once more made her way home.
Krystin's doorbell woke her from a nap. She waited and then opened her door a crack to reach through and grab the package left for her. The woman smiled and bleated happily when she opened the package to see the clippers within. She raced to the bathroom, plugged them in and sheared her wool in long strokes down her body. The sensation was orgasmic enough that she was forced to take breaks to masturbate.
She lay down on the strips of her own wool with one hand between her thighs and the other squeezing and pulling at her teats. Bleating softly while stroking her clit and fingering herself. Her tail bounced against the floor as she rolled against her wool until her orgasm left her temporarily sated. She was still leaking from the male earlier in the morning but she loved the way it felt and the reminder of being taken like an animal. Her sex drive had easily tripled since the petting zoo.
She stared at herself when finished and she nearly cried to see how human she looked again. Until she looked down to see the little bulge of her udder and her long, drooping nipples. Her tail slapped against her as if to remind her of its presence as well. She'd have to take a closer shave to her body, but-
"Oh, da- aaa- aaa- dang," she said when she turned to see the wool covering her back.
She sat on the bathroom floor, stroking her discarded wool while thinking through her options.
And then it came to her. And she slowly reached a hand down to stroke her teats before rubbing her swollen clit. She'd infect someone she knew. A neighbor, perhaps, or an ex-boyfriend. Feigning surprise when they woke together. They'd have to take care of each other after that. Her hand trembled and she moaned, slipping fingers inside. And then they'd find another girl.
Maybe- maybe two more, she thought, twisting as she masturbated to the thought of waiting on all fours for her turn to be mounted. All of them on hands and knees, watching and listening as one of them was fucked. Dripping wet as they waited, docile and patient for their turns. God. God! And then taking turns clipping each other and shaving each other and-
She bleated and her heels pounded against the floor. Exhausted from clipping herself and from masturbating throughout all of it, she gathered her wool and lay against it, smiling contentedly as she continued the idea of the three women in bed, sharing their ram while sucking on teats and pussies and in each other's soft, fluffy embrace. Her pupils flattened as the full moon began to rise and white hairs emerged from her bare skin.
