“Do you see his thing?”

“No, he’s too fluffy!”

“Ssshhhh! You’re gonna wake him up!” …Huh?

 “His wool’s really soft…” Something…tickles.

 “Don’t touch him!”

“Hehehe, his nose’s wiggling.”

“He’s got a cute nose.”

 “Oh! I think I see it!” …W-what?

“Where?!”

“If you look between his legs, and kinda…lift his wool…” …Something’s…poking?!

Taffy awoke with a jump. The group encircling him also jumped. His racing heart was quickly subdued by exasperation. He found himself yet again rudely awaken by a group of fellow lambs, girl lambs. 

 “Cherry! You woke him up!” 

 “No, you did!”

 “I almost got to see his thing!”

 “Good morning, Taffy!”

 “Hiiiiiiiii Taffy!”

Taffy sighed. “Hi.” This was a usual morning for him. He slept behind the haybales in the corner of the barn to avoid this, but they still sniffed him out, perhaps literally. As the only boy on the farm the girls were infatuated with him. They just loved how his dark green eyes sparkled like an emerald, or how the elegant curve of his snout gave him the cutest kitten look, or how soft and fluffy his wool coat was…and how at the right angles, it teased a view of the tender parts hiding underneath.

“You slept in really late Taffy.”

“I did?” Taffy mumbled as he leaned up, rubbing his eyes and sitting cross-legged on his impromptu hay bed. The pressure in his bladder felt heavier than most mornings, seems like he did sleep through his usual schedule. The chatter of the girls paused when he yawned and stretched. A blush grew on his face, feeling their eyes on every inch of his frame. 

“Taffyyyyy!” He flinched when Cherry suddenly threw her arms around him. “Oops! Did I scare you?” She giggled.

“Can I get a hug too?” Said another lamb, Pumpkin, as she knelt next to him and promptly went for the hug before he could answer. “Mmmm, you’re so soft.”  She snuggled into him.

“I want a hug!” Cinnamon popped up behind him for her turn. “Ooh, there’s hay all over your head…” She ruffled his curly hair uninvited, shaking out a cloud of dust.

“And you got some on your ears!” Cherry started brushing through the fluff on his long ears.

“Ah! H-hey!” Taffy flinched once more. His ears were awfully sensitive, and it didn’t help with the state of his bladder.

“Aww, you’re ticklish?”

“No. Ha! St-stop!”

“Yes you are!”

“There’s a bunch on your back too.” Pumpkin chimed in.

“I can do it myself!” Taffy protested in vain when Sage and Anise knelt down to help.

“We’re almost done!” Cherry said in the insistent tone of a mother. Taffy sighed, he slipped a hand to his crotch and just waited for them to finish. He had to admit though, it did feel pretty nice. He closed his eyes as their grooming continued.

“Still sleepy Taffy?” Taffy opened his eyes to find a sweetly smiling lamb, Pepper, sitting before him, her head tilted.

 “A little bit.” He said with a blush, grateful to have someone not crowding over him.

“Are you hungry?” Pumpkin asked, a look of concern on her face. “I can hear your tummy!”

“Kin-”

“I’ll go get you some milk!”

“But I don’t wan-”

 “No, I’ll get it!” Anise interjected.

 “And I’ll get an apple!” Cherry declared as she hopped to her hooves.

 “I can ge-”

 “No, he likes strawberries!”

“But…” Taffy trailed off, watching most of the group peel away to fetch their prince some breakfast. At least with the most insistent of them gone he could go pee in peace. 

 “They’re so silly.” Pepper chuckled. “Where are you going?” She asked when Taffy stood up.

“I’m gonna go…get some water.” Taffy paused his walk when he heard snickers. “What?”

“There’s some hay stuck on your butt.”

“Don’t look at my butt!” Taffy flustered, brushing the litter from his fluffy backside. He quickened his pace to escape their giggles. 

Taffy stepped out of the barn and was embraced by the warm Spring sun. He could feel the heat immediately trap into his wool coat, it had grown a thick brilliant white over the winter and covered all but the black flesh on his face. The farmer should be cutting it soon, he couldn’t wait. It felt like forever since the breeze tickled his skin, though the Summer long exposure always led to extra attention from the girls. Oh, pros and cons. 

Ooh, Taffy’s knees trembled. Yep, definitely late for his morning ritual. He spared no time in heading down the path that led to the outhouse, passing endless rows of vegetables and berry bushes. When it came into view, he could see a long line of lambs leading from the outhouse. Taffy frowned, but he knew he could make it. Wasn’t too much of an emergency. He took his place in line behind a little ewe and tried not to fidget.

“Hey Taffy!” His line buddy greeted.

“Hi Coco.” The lamb before him looked him up and down with an inquisitive squint, taking her time below his waist. “W-what?”

“Really gotta go, huh?”
 
“Yeah, kinda.”

“You can go in front of me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…as long as I can go with you.” She finished with an impish grin.

“…H-huh?”

Taffy’s expression made Coco chuckle. “I’ve always wanted to see how a boy pees,” she went on in a shyer voice. “You can watch me too if you want.”

“And me!” The lamb in front of her piped up. “You can skip me if I can watch too!”

“Me too!” Shouted the lamb before her.

“Watch what?” Another lamb in front asked. “What’s Taffy gonna do?”

“Um…” To be honest, he kinda did want to watch at least one of the girls. Just the thought of it gave him a different kind of pressure down there. But then he looked back into the sea of greedy eyes and pink tinged cheeks. It gave him preemptive stage fright and an extra kick to his bladder. “Never mind!” He spouted, sending a hand to his crotch. “I don’t have to pee anymore!” He stiffly turned and headed back to the barn. 

“Aww!”

“But you look like you still have to go…”

“You can go in front!”

Taffy kept going up the path until he was out of their view. He didn’t know much about girls, but he knew one of the pros of being a boy is that he could pee anywhere, even when he really shouldn’t. He paused behind the line of berry bushes, standing with his thighs pressed together. They covered his bottom half but not much else, it would make his deed too obvious. He could crouch behind them, like a girl, though anyone along the path would immediately spot the naughty lamb. He looked around as his right hoof impatiently tapped the ground. No one’s coming…he’ll be quick.

He gasped as he settled into a squat, the pose put more pressure on his bladder. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed his knees together. Couldn’t let go just yet, an annoyance of his thick wool was the complicated access to his most important parts when they were most urgently needed. Every potty break needed a thorough untangling and brushing before he could finally go.

“Oh…” He sighed as he slowly reopened his legs. Taking short breaths, he started to sift through his crotch fluff. His knees shook, huffs escaped him as he felt across his sensitive parts but couldn’t free them. Come on, come on…

“Taffy?” He flinched, his legs squeezing back shut. Who said that?! “I’m here!” When he squinted through the bush, he could see a fluffy figure moving upwards. “Hi!” Clove popped on its other side. “You lookin’ for strawberries? I know they’re your favorite!”

“U-uh, yeah!” He said, rising back to his hooves. He folded his hands and pressed them against his crotch. He tried to look casual, but his eye twitched against the pressure down below. His bladder was equally disappointed about its interrupted release.

“Well, these are blueberry bushes and I just picked them all, see?” She proudly showed a basket full of little purple orbs. “I can show you where the strawberries are!” She said, offering her hand with a smile. 

“Um…” He tensed, his folded hands pressing down harder. He didn’t want to risk even moving them.

Clove must’ve noticed the tension in his face. “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing! But uhhhh, I just remembered! I still didn’t have breakfast yet, bye!” He said before awkwardly turning back along the path.

“Bye…”

Taffy felt some guilt rejecting a kind offer, but there’s urgent matters afoot. The bright red barn house quickly came into view over the hill. Most of the lambs were out and about, he could sneak around the back and no one would ever know. His bladder sent him a jolt, excited about that idea too. His hooves went faster and faster as he neared, a hand fished through his crotch fluff ready to aim as soon as he had cover. “Taaaaaffffffyyyyyyy!” He froze. Oh no, the lambs from earlier had arrived with his breakfast. “I got you milk!”

“Me too!”

“Mine’s fresher!”

“Mine tastes better!”

“But I don’t want milk…” Taffy mumbled, fidgeting in place.

“Here, here!” Sage panted, thrusting the bottle into his hands. “I put sugar in it, so it’s sweet!” Taffy looked down at it feeling unnerved, but also flattered. She got it in those dainty bottles that the farmer usually only sends out for deliveries, that was really nice of her. “You don’t want it?” Sage frowned, her voice going tender.

“N-no! I do…” Taffy begrudgingly put the bottle to his maw and tipped it back. It was sweet and cool, and it ebbed the hunger he had completely forgotten about. But as he felt the weight of it pool in his belly, a feeling of dread hung on his shoulders knowing it was only gonna make his problem worse. He finished off with a sigh. If he doesn’t burst from that, he’ll have to do something nice for her.

“Did you like it?!” 

“Yeah, it was really good. Thanks Sage.”

“Hehehe!” She blushed, bouncing in place. “You’re welcome!” She pulled him into a hug, squeezing his overfilled bladder. Taffy grunted and flinched hard out of her grip, shoving his hands into his crotch. “Huh? Taf-” Though before Sage could even acknowledge his peril another suitress hopped in between them.

“Taffy, Taffy, look!” Suddenly a mug was shoved in his face. It was filled with a greenish-yellow liquid, how fitting.

“W-what?”

“The farmer wouldn’t let me take any apples, but he gave me apple juice! I hope that’s Ok.” Cherry said with a sweet smile.

“But I’m not hungry anymore.” Taffy’s knees couldn’t stop shaking. He looked to the apple orchard just across the field. He could slip right under one of those trees and-

“But are you thirsty?” The mug nudged his lips.

“No!”

“Stop bothering him, Cherry!” Pumpkin snapped, suddenly in her face.

“Yeah, he wants the strawberries I got him!” Anise said, rather rudely shoving her away from their prince.

“Hey, you made me spill it!” Cherry shouted, pushing back.

“It’s Ok, you don’t have to fight!” Taffy pleaded on deaf ears.

“You’re both stupid, Taffy wants more milk!”

“And mine tastes better than yours!” And the group was bickering among themselves. Taffy used the commotion to take a step away, or two, or a whole lot of them until he was twisting and squirming out of their sight. He ran full speed to the cover of the orchard. 

He padded in place before a tree, a hand fishing through his crotch fluff. “Oh gosh, oh gosh…” He whined, feeling the milk sloshing away inside of him. He’s definitely asking for an early shearing after this. “Yes!” Finally, he brought his uncut length out from the fluff. The tender appendage stretched the width of his hand and trembled in desperate need. He shook so much during the split second it took just to aim down and widen his stance. He took a deep breath and leaned his head back, the pressure was already starting a flow through him. In just a few moments those dry tree roots would be drenched in all of his heavenly golden reli-

“Taffy?”

The lamb in question jumped. He hopped and strained to stop the meager stream just as it started. He brushed wool back over his dripping boyhood, no doubt it soaked up those stray spurts. “Y-yeah?” He barely choked out, stiff as a board.

“I thought I saw you!” Yet another lamb girl, Saffron, emerged through the trees and stopped before him with an eager smile. “Are ya’ looking for apples?”

“Y-yeah, an apple!” He replied, fidgeting as he nodded a bit too fast.

“Apples don’t grow until the Fall, silly!”

“Oh yeah…” The apple trees did seem to lack apples. 

“But the farmer has a ton stored from last Fall, you wanna go ask him for one together?”

“Uh-” Before he could answer, Saffron had grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “Wait, wait, wait!” Taffy managed to gallop for a few strides before dropping to his knees. “Augh!” He shouted, crumpling on the ground. The impact was like a hard kick to his bloated insides.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” She kneeled next to him, brushing dirt out of his wool. “Are you Ok? Do you need a band aid? Did you break any bones?”

“Y-yeah, a b-band aid.” He choked through grit teeth.

“Ok! I’ll be right back, don’t move!” Taffy didn’t have much of choice. He withered on the ground for a moment after Saffron ran off, squirming and panting through the waves of sharp pains. He huffed through teary eyes as it gradually returned to a gentler sore pressure. 

“Hnnng…ow…” He picked himself off the ground, wincing as the weight of his watery payload resettled. He staggered for a few twisting steps before regaining his footing. The heavy liquids inside him bounced and swayed, giving his hips an extra swing. He could feel drips along the inside of his thighs but took solace in that none of it seemed to leak through his still white wool. Hopefully he can keep it that way.

He rushed around to the back of the barn. It was baron save for some stray haybales, now’s his chance! He ran up to the wall and reached down ready to aim and burst, but only got a handful of fluff again. “No, no!” Taffy stepped away and padded in circles while attacking the tangled wool once more.

“Taffyyyyy!” 

Dang it! He flinched and dove to sit on one of the haybales. Did she follow him?! “H-hi Cherry!” Taffy crossed his legs, locking both hands against his crotch. He could feel wetness in his fluff and his heart in his throat. He swallowed it back down, only gotta hold it until she leaves, he can make it!

“Sorry those dummies made me spill your apple juice. I promise I can get you some more later.”

“It’s Ok,” Ugh, just the thought of that golden liquid made him shiver. “I’m not thirsty.”

“So, what’cha doing now?”

“Just relaxing.” His heart popped back into his throat when she took a seat right next to him. “What are you doing?” He fought the urge to yell out that question.

“Oh, nothing.” She ended with a silky tone.

Taffy didn’t like that answer, nor the lasting silence after it. He bit his lip against the harsh pangs tearing through his bladder, his hoof doing rapid mini-kicks. His eyes darted between the lamb next to him and the shining grassy field before them. When is she gonna leave?! “H-huh?” Taffy flinched suddenly seeing Cherry’s thumb and index finger in his face. “What are you…” She giggled as she pinched his cheek. “Ow.”

“You’re so cute.” She leaned onto him and felt him shaking. “You really are ticklish!” She said, running a finger through the wool on his arm.

“Cherry…” Taffy cringed and squeezed his legs harder. 

“There’s so many dumb girls on the farm, it’s like I never get to talk to you.” 

“You talked to me earlier.” He said, struggling to keep his voice steady.

“I mean…alone.” 

“Wh…why do you want to be alone?” 

“To ask you…”

“A-ask me what?” He was shaking again, now for two reasons.

She smiled coyly and made her voice low. “You ever seen what’s under a girl’s wool before?” 

“Y-yeah.”

“What?!” Taffy flinched at that outburst. He groaned feeling it in his bladder too. “You have a girlfriend?!”

“No…”

“Then how did you see?! Who was it?!”

“I-it was a lotta girls!” Taffy couldn’t count the number of times naughty ewes offered unprompted peeks hoping for a one in return…not that he was fully against it. 

“A lot?! Did they see what’s under yours?!” 

“Aah, I can’t…” Taffy rocked back and forth, lifting his pretzeled legs to put more pressure on his bursting insides.

“Can’t what? Can’t tell me? Can’t tell me who all your secret girlfriends are?!” 

Taffy was exasperated to see tears in her eyes. She wasn’t the one about to explode! “I can’t hold it!”

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Suddenly all the venom left her voice.

“I have to pee really, really, bad!”

“Oh! Quick!” Cherry pulled him to his knock-kneed hooves. “Go now, before anyone sees us!” 

Us? “But you’re still holding me!” She kept a grip on his arm and an eye on his crotch.

“I thought boys could just pull their thing out and pee.”

“Yeah, but…mmmfh!” He bounced at his knees.

“But what? Other girls can watch but I can’t?!”

“No one watches!”

“Well…I can be the first.” She batted her eyes.

“I can’t go if you watch…” He whined, shimmying his hips.

She sighed. “Ok, I’ll let you go…” Though right after saying that, a smile crept back on her face as her captive tried tugging loose. “If, you give me a kiss! On the lips!”

Aaauugghhh! “Fine!” Kissing looked so gross in the farmer’s movies, but it was life or death at this moment. He’ll wash his mouth out later.

Cherry gasped, her eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Yes! Hurry, hurry!” He took a breath, closed his eyes, and craned his neck out while his whole body shook. This…this is how to do it right?

Cherry’s laughter probably meant not. “You really don’t have a girlfriend!”

“Cherry, I’m gonna explode!”

“Ok, Ok, let me do it. And stand still!” Taffy kept bumping into her with his dances. 

“I’m trying!” He crossed his legs as tight as he could, reducing his moves to a tremble. He huffed feeling his bladder throb, oh so tempting him to let go. But he’s so close to relief, just gotta hold it…nugh…hold it… 

Cherry held cupped his face and edged in close. It felt awkward, well, more than it already was, having to bend down with his legs nearly in a knot. He burned pink locking eyes with Cherry, her eagerness was intimidating. He scrunched his eyes closed and just focused on keeping his inner ocean at bay…hey wait, she let his arm go! Well, too late to run now. He stiffened when a warm, soft pair of lip pressed against his. He could feel her breath against his snout. There was a gentle sucking and…that was it. It was over.

“Woah…” Cherry whispered. She licked her lips. “You really do taste like taffy.”

Taffy blinked, his cheeks warming up. “Really?”

She giggled. “No…but you still taste good.”

Oh. Well…that was kinda nice. He never realized how soft girls were, or how good they felt on his lips. He wouldn’t mind doing that aga- “Nnnnng!” Taffy doubled over, his bladder was jealous of this lack of attention, and its petty pangs hit like a truck. 

“Taffy?” Cherry held his face as he bent back up by.

“Aah, I’m gon-mmmmm!” And they were pressing face again, this time with a little tongue and more than a little added force. In fact, Cherry seemed to grip his cheeks harder the more he pulled and squirmed. As he felt hot drops of pee streaming down the inside of his leg, Taffy thought that kissing wasn’t so nice anymore. 

“Taffy?!”

The pair turned to see a flock of shocked lambs staring them down. Oh, why. 

“Taffy has a girlfriend?!”

“I thought I was your girlfriend!”

“But I got you strawberries!”

“I thought you liked my milk…”

Cherry took it all in stride. “Haha! Taffy’s mine now! We kiss, and sit together, and hold hands, and he even lets me watch him pee! Huh?” ‘Her’ Taffy had suddenly vanished. “Taffy? Boyfriend?!”

Taffy limped away as fast as he could, feeling a mix of complicated emotions, but most overwhelmingly a fiery bloated pain between his thighs. His last option, or really the only one he’d make it too, is the big rock in the corner of the farm. The one so big that at least 5 lambs could sunbathe on it, and a 6th could unleash a torrent behind it.

“Ah, ooh…” He groaned as his limps grew sluggish. He squeezed tighter on his crotch, feeling the now wet fluff squish under his grip. His lower belly felt so heavy, every step reverberated through the tight ball of liquids and made his body sear. Just steps away from the rock he had to freeze. The screaming pains threatened to pop at such a wide gait. He had to shuffle for those last few steps, tears in his eyes when he finally got cover behind it. There was no stopping his ocean now, he was at his absolute limit. His shaking hands kneaded through soaked crotch wool. 

“Hi Taffy.” N-no, please! Who’s it this time?! “I’m up here.” Pepper looked down on him from the top of the rock. “Huh? What are yo-” She gasped and covered her mouth. Taffy hadn’t exposed his leaking appendage yet, but the pose and the urgency in his watery eyes told it all.

“I’m s-sorry.” He stuttered, bordering sobs. His body jolted as he hopped from hoof to hoof. “I-I have to p-pee so bad!”

“It’s Ok, I won’t look.” She said, before promptly disappearing back over the edge. “And I’ll cover my ears too!”

Taffy managed to smile through his pain. “T-thanks.” His hands went back to work, though it was a struggle when they shook so much.

“Um, Taffy?”

“Y-yeah?” His heart sank hearing her pipe up.

“Everyone’s coming this way.”

“What?! No!” He could hear them coming. Dozens of little hooves and jealous little voices heading to interrogate their prince. He held himself as tight as he could, prepared to make a great escape- oh! Hooh, Ok, Ok, no big steps. He shuffled out from the other side of the rock, not really sure where else to go, just anywhere he could release in peace. But of course, if he could go around the rock, so could his mass of followers.

“Taaaaaffffffyyyyy!” At the sound of his name, he stopped. It was like his body lost hope.

“Taffy! Cherry says she’s your boyfriend, she’s lying right?!”

“Did you kiss her?”

“Did you taste her milk?!”

“Even if she’s your girlfriend can you still give us hugs?”

Taffy couldn’t keep moving, it hurt too much, not that the swarming lambs would let him get very far. He panted, his heart racing. It was gonna happen…right now. He could feel the pressure rising to an unbearable crescendo.

“Taffy?”

“Are you Ok?”

“What’s wrong, boyfriend?”

Not here, not here, not here, not here! He screamed internally. Please, not in front of all the girls! He tensed every single muscle, gritting his teeth and pressing his thighs so hard they were going sore.

“Taffy?!”

“Are you sick?”

“Taffy, tell us!”

He puffed out his cheeks, straining for those final seconds. But it was in vain. There was a split second of numbness and a faint hiss…and then pure heaven. “Ah…” He rasped out, his whole body shaking yet frozen in place. He was hit with what might have been the best feeling he ever had in his life. Relief washed over him, emanating from his emptying bladder and spreading throughout his body, releasing all that tension as it went. He let his mouth hang open and his head tilt back, sighing and moaning through the sensations. Ooh, it made his hips wiggle.

All the eyes around him suddenly seemed far away. It all felt so good, all the pressure and tightness he carried around all morning was now flowing out his boyhood with that pleasant tickle of a healthy stream. So, so good…and so warm…very warm. In fact, his thighs and genitals felt hot. Combined with the gradual emptiness he felt, he briefly thought he was actually melting. But, the yelling brought him back to reality.

“T-Taffy, what’s that?!”

“He’s turning yellow!”

“Oh my gosh, he’s peeing!”
 
“Ewwww, I’m gonna throw up!”

Taffy looked down…oh. All that relief was getting soaked up in his wool. A radius of yellow spread from his crotch and ran down the insides of his legs and thighs, quickly engulfing the formerly white wool. He couldn’t stop, his flow was too strong and his bladder too tired. 

“Hah…” Was all he could say to react. Suddenly that heaven coursing through him became an unstoppable nightmare. He wanted to run away to somewhere without dozens of girls to judge and cringe at his accident. But his legs were jelly with exhaustion, and it wouldn’t matter anyway, they’d follow their disgraced prince anywhere.

A fresh set of tears started flowing over his red cheeks. He covered his eyes as sobs escaped him. He sank to the ground and felt urine flow back and soak into the wool covering the most intimate spaces of his rump. The feeling made him shiver and interjected gasps into his whimpers. 
“Don’t cry…”

“Yeah, it’s Ok Taffy.”

Taffy flinched when he felt a soft fluffy embrace. He uncovered his eyes to find Pumpkin hugging him. “H-huh?”

“Poor Taffy, looks like you had to go really bad.” She said, rubbing his back.

“That’s it, let it out.” Cooed Anise, who kneeled on his other side and gently pressed on his lower belly. 

“H-hoh…” Taffy felt his flow accelerate and a quick burst of warmth spread under his wool. Anise giggled at the dreamy look returning to his face.

“Sorry I made you wait longer.” Said Cherry, who got her knees to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you feel better now?” Asked Sage, patting his head.

“U-um…” The hissing stopped, and his stream was reduced to a gentle drip off his length. Taffy was dumbstruck with a mix of post relief glow, embarrassment, and a sudden shyness. The lambs around him were busy wiping away his tears and giving tender touches of support. Even after witnessing…that, they were still so nice to him. “Uh-huh.” He answered with a sniff. “T-thank y-you.”

Cherry smiled at that. “You’re so cute, boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?!”

“Taffy never said he was your boyfriend!” 

“He never said he wasn’t.” Oh boy…

“Cut it out!” Pepper hopped off the rock to snap at them. “Taffy, do you want us to take you to the farmer’s house?” She asked, offering a hand.

Taffy nodded timidly. The group created a trail of lambs across the farm as they led him to the farmhouse. The farmer saw the fluffy mass approaching through his window and came out to greet them.

“Good morning my little ang-” The farmer paused when he saw his prized ram teary eyed with a dripping yellow bottom half, looking quite like he wanted to disappear. “Oh my lord…” He at first sighed, a hand on his head, but that slowly grew to deep belly laugh. Neither of which gave Taffy much comfort. “Girls scare you that much, boy?”

“Taffy peed!” Cherry announced, much louder than he preferred. “Can we help give him a bath?” Help?

“Of course y’all can, honeypie.”

“Wait, wait, d-do they have to help?” Taffy asked with a tremble when they all cheered.

“I don’t see no harm in it. And hey, you should want this! The ladies’ll treat you real good.” He said with a wink to the prince. Taffy in turn gulped looking at the ravenous girls before him. They were ready to have some fun. 

The farmer filled up the bath pan with soapy hot water and instructed his begrudging ram to settle in. Immediately the surrounding ewes jumped for the sponge in his hand. “Hey now, one at time! Make a line, honeypies.” The farmer handed the sponge to the first in line, Pumpkin. Her giggles contrasted the helpless lamb before her, who’s eyes begged her to at least be gentle. Pumpkin complied and softly scrubbed his face. “See? Ain’t that bad!” Taffy sighed. Well, it could be worse. Pumpkin finished with boop on his nose and handed the sponge back. “Who’s up next?”

“Me!” Sage started with gentle circles around his belly, making the ticklish lamb flinch. “Aww, you’re like a little baby.” Taffy pouted at that, making her point. She had some fun finding more ticklish spots before deciding her job was finished. “I’m done…wait.” She paused with the sponge. Her eyes squinted and she struggled to keep a smile off her face. 

Taffy could see she was planning something. “Uh-” Sage whipped the sponge into the water, shoved it into his crotch and scrubbed blindly. “Aaaah! Haaaaaah!” Moans and yells poured out of him. He squirmed and flailed around the pail to get away from her touches, splashing the cheering lambs who inched in close to watch.

“Hey, hey! Don’t be rough with my boy!” The farmer retrieved the sponge turned weapon. Sage ran off giggling, leaving Taffy gasping and dizzy.

“I wanna hear you make that noise again!” Said Cherry, who was up next.

“N-no please!”

“Come on girls be gentle, plenty of time for that when you’re older.” More giggles and rousing from the crowd.

Cherry sighed. “Fine, I’ll go easy on you…just this once.” She said with a pat of the sponge on Taffy’s cheek.

“I’ve always wondered…” Pepper said to the farmer, as she waited next in line with her head tilted. “How come you named all of us after plants but named Taffy after candy?”

“I wanted to make sure if there was gonna be a boy around, that he was gonna be real sweet to my girls.” He replied, reaching over to pat Taffy’s head. Endless ‘awws’ and charmed giggles brought a deeper shade of red to the lamb’s face, right before that face was embraced by the sponge once more. 

After the many, many, lambs had their fun and the farmer got in a few rounds of scrubbing he came a conclusion. “Well, I got some good news, and some bad news. Which do you wanna hear first?”

“The…b-bad news.” Taffy barely vocalized.

“Bad news is, this ain’t washing out.” Taffy’s stomach dropped. There’s only one solution to that. “Good news is, it’ll grow back.”

“No…” Of course, shearing happened every Spring, and periodically throughout the Summer. The farmer always left just enough wool to keep the lambs’ modest. Though, it was clear with wool stained yellow throughout his lower body that Taffy would not be afforded that luxury. And the gasping ewes could tell too.

“Taffy’s gonna be naked?!”

“His thing’s gonna be out!”

“What do you think it looks like?!”

“I bet it’s cute and pink!”

“I bet it’s big as a carrot!”

“A baby carrot or a grown up one?”

Taffy stared at the ground, his lip quivering and tears stinging his eyes again. “Don’t worry boy,” The farmer said, rubbing his shoulder. “I got something that’ll keep ya’ covered up and keep my girls happy!” 

Taffy gulped, he was very much still worried. The farmer had the sympathy to bring him inside away from the staring eyes to seal his fate. Taffy couldn’t remember the last time he was in the farmer’s house, the shiny steel and low hum of all the electronics caught his interest, you don’t see things like that in the barn house. The air-conditioning against his wool was an alien luxury too, though, the humble shearing stool placed in the middle of a newspaper lined floor was a bit more familiar. “I’ll make it quick.” The farmer tapped the stool sympathetically.

The shearing started from the top, where the wool was most salvageable. Then swipe by swipe it went lower, exposing more bare black flesh to the world. The room gradually became too chilly. “You gotta stay still boy!”

“I-I’m trying…” Taffy never had the vibrating clippers that close to his privates before. It was too tickly, and the sight of them approaching his crotch was too menacing. He closed his eyes and tried not to shake too much until the deed was done. The farmer pat the side of his hip, a sign to stand up and bend over. Just when Taffy thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing…

“You got a big ole’ butt, boy!” The farmer chuckled, sending a playful smack to his still fluffy cheeks. Taffy flinched and flushed red knowing the display he must’ve been putting on. He then gasped as the clippers and the farmer’s hands invaded some more intimate places. He bit his lip and again did his best to keep still. “Alright, you’re finished.” 

Taffy sat back down on a suddenly cold stool. He looked around, the newspapers were covered in a layer of yellow stained wool. And then he looked down…shaved clean. First, his bright pink nipples caught his eye, haven’t seen those in a year. Then the gentle dot of his navel, haven’t seen that in a while either. He followed his belly down to his crotch, where his black uncut length rested atop his pert ball sack out in the open, it’s pink glans peeking through the tip. He covered himself and shivered, both for the cold air on his skin, and for the tears that threatened to fall. He wanted to curl up and hide…how’s gonna be like this all Summer, all the girls are gonna see his thing. “Don’t worry, we’re all boys here.” The farmer laughed, patting his shoulder. “And remember, told ya’ I got you something keep you covered up.”

“W-what is it?” He said with a sniffle.

“Let me go get it.” The farmer disappeared somewhere within the house. Moments later he came back holding some kind clothing. It was vaguely triangle shaped, it had yellow fabric and the face of a smiling bear on one side. 

“What’s that?”

“Something we human folk like to call ‘undies.’”

“Those go…on my butt?” The farmer nodded. Taffy got up for a closer look, hands still over his crotch. “They look kinda small.” He leaned forward for a sniff.

“These stretch,” The farmer said, demonstrating. “They’ll fit’cha real good.”

They did fit good. Too good. The tight fabric hugged his privates, making them bulge out in bright yellow. The color directed the eye to his hiplines, the curve of the leg band emphasized how meaty his thighs were, and he couldn’t see it, but he could tell by how the thin cotton gripped his rump that his backside was on display too. It was almost worse than being completely naked, his intimate parts stood out from a mile away. Not to mention how that particular color brought to mind the unfortunate event that led to this.

Suffice to say, Taffy was horrified with his new fate. Not helping was that the farmer insisted he practice taking them on and off to avoid another accident, re-exposing himself on each trial. Afterwards, the farmer laughed watching Taffy strut around the room to adjust to the feeling of his new outfit. “Ooooooh, the girls are gonna love this!”

Oh, Taffy bet they would. He swallowed and inched towards the door. With a shaking hand, he twisted the knob and presented his new bottom wear to the world. The world, and the ewes lined up outside the door eagerly awaiting his return. 

“Oh my gooosh!”

“Taffy, is that your thing in the front?!”

“Ooooooh, look at his butt!”

“There’s a bear on it!”

“It’s so cute!”

“Hehehehe, it’s really big!”

“His thing or his butt?”

“Both!”

Taffy sighed, his cheeks painted red. The giddy lambs circled him as he stepped out. Many of them went for hugs, nearly dragging the poor ram down. They all wanted an excuse to feel their new smooth prince. “H-hey! Cherry!” Her hand just ‘happened’ to land on his backside, and ‘happened’ to squeeze down when she went for her hug. 

“Oops! Sorry boyfriend.” She giggled, not sounding so sorry.

“Boyfriend?!” And the crowd went on to argue, again. It’s gonna be a long Summer.