Ewe Have Cabin Fever or Any Porc in a Storm by tannim January 09, 2010 Shalan was bored. She'd been cooped up in the house all week because of excessive cold. Her wool offered some protection but extreme cold had reduced any advantage that gave her to a few minutes. She watched the snow fall, but as pretty as it was in the five degree air it didn't lighten her mood. At forty eight she was getting too old to play in the snow anyway. As she watched she saw somebody out there. A small form, in a raggedy coat. The back of the coat was shredded by the spines on its back and she knew it had to be a hedgehog or porcupine. It moved as quickly as it could through the snow and into her yard. She saw it was a young hedgehog, though it could still be a porcupine as she could never remember the difference. The knock on the door was hard and fast and she hurried over to open it. The boy couldn't have been more than seven, as he stood there in his worn clothes. The gloves on his hands were missing the fingertips on two fingers. His teeth chattered, he was far too poorly dressed to be out in that weather she knew. The warmth of her furnace heated air made the ice around his quills crack from the sudden temperature change. He had a plastic fast food cup in his hand and was shaking badly, a few coins were inside it to prime it as he tried to beg for some money. His eyes opened wide, cracking the ice around them as he saw her clearly. The older ewe had forgotten she had only been wearing her nighty. With nobody around for days, she hadn't bothered getting dressed. He could see right through the sheer fabric and all of her underneath. She didn't realize, or care though. All she was concerned about was how cold he looked and badly he was dressed. Shalan pulled the boy inside and shut the door against the blowing cold sucking the heat out of her house. She hadn't felt the cold yet through her wool, but she could tell he had. The ewe pulled him to the kitchen without waiting for him to warm up enough to say anything and poured him some hot tea. "Here, you need to warm up." She sat next to him, noting his quills had been trimmed instead of being naturally that short as she took off his coat. He wore nothing under it, to her surprise. His gloves took a bit of pulling to get them off and she heard a bit of cracking of ice. Her eyes followed his as he stared at her, drinking and trying to warm up. She jumped as she realized she was essentially as naked as he was with the flimsy film of her nighty not hiding anything from her thicker pubic wool to her firm nipples. Her body had noticed him checking her out while her mind had been worried about other things. Shalan tried to ignore it as she talked with him but her body kept insisting. After just a ten minutes... she wanted to give in. The ewe held out another two minutes before she pulled the nighty up and moved to the boy. "I know another way to warm up. A more fun way." Her muzzle next to his his ear. It didn't take her any effort to persuade her young guest. It didn't take any effort to get him ready either after just a few friendly fondles. She led him to her room and lay down on the bed, her legs spread and ready. He hopped up, she let him explore. He was too cold and dazed to be amazed at the situation. Having been nearly frozen several times in the past few days he wasn't about to question anything that felt good. And she felt good under his hands. Her wool was a lot different than his fur and quills. Her breasts were so soft and warm under her fleece. Her pussy... so bare and HOT. Shalan gasped loudly at his cold hands on her steamy mound. Her new young friend had a glazed look to his eyes. She knew he couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe he thought he was dreaming. The ewe hoped he did think that. He'd be less reserved and more willing to be wild. She wanted some wild loving. NEEDED it. At forty eight males were hard to come by. They avoided her but she had tried to lure them... Now she had one she didn't want him to disappoint, even if he WAS rather young. She felt his hands roaming her belly, her thighs, all over her, but what she wanted was still jutting up out of reach between his legs. Taking a bit of a chance she leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He was still quite chilly, his lips were at the very least, but they warmed as she kissed him firmly. She pushed into an upright position and then twisted until she was forced to break the kiss to move into an all fours position. She crawled around on the bed, letting him watch her broad mature ass and swinging breasts shift and jiggle. At last she had her head positioned above her pillow and her ass lined up with the boy. Shalan wiggled her hips at him and let her legs spread wide until her belly touched the bed. She spread her arms as well to let her chest sink into the soft mattress before glancing back to him. Her sex was spread wide for him to see. The lust engorged lips were full and ready, her wetness looking warm and inviting. It took a few words of encouragement for her new friend to move in. He knew what to do, but this was his first time. She loved that especially. Later she'd find out that he'd seen plenty of it on the streets but for her first time with him, she was just happy when he climbed up onto her legs and pushed his stiff boyhood inside of her. At first he hugged tightly to her broad ass and just pumped his hips. It felt great for both of them but she found herself wanting more. She knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish so she called back to him. She was bad for encouraging such a young boy to love her. A stranger to show off naked in front of. The ewe needed to be punished! He took a bit more encouragement, but finally he lifted his hand and tapped her butt. She barely felt it, but acted as if she had. He gained confidence as she pretended and actually spanked her hard enough to feel. She called out that he was doing it, he just needed to paddle her harder to make her a good little lamb again. Shalan gasped, he was really getting into it. He braced one hand against her left butt cheek while he swung the other with all the force he could muster for each spank. His hips slowed but never really stopped and she was pleased about that. It felt so good to have a spanking during sex. She loved the mild sting mixing with the bliss of his cock dragging along her sensitive inner lips. She loved the boy's small balls grinding into her erect clit each time he thrust in hard enough. Her body bounced and rocked in time to his thrusting, though more out of habit than from necessity or force. As she rocked her nipples drug against the bed and pillow she held against them. Shalan looked back with dreamy eyes at the youth happily spanking her. Her pleasure built steadily, his as well, and she felt him grip her ass with both hands, again hugging her tightly. She watched him cum, wishing he hadn't stopped but willing to let him have his first. While he shot a few drips into her she rocked back against him to stimulate herself. He tried to slip out as his orgasm faded, but her lower legs lifted up to press against his butt and hold him inside. His sharp quills stabbed her lightly, but she didn't care. She ground into him and he thrust back into her since he couldn't pull out. It took her only a minute more to cum around him. Her pussy clutched and tried to drag more out of him while she stiffened with bliss. Shalan dropped her head to her pillow as she rode her pleasure and stifled the squeal of joy pent up for eleven months without a male inside her. At last she calmed down and let her legs sink down. Her young lover slipped out and she lay there in front of him panting, her chest heaving as she flipped over onto her back. "Thank you... I hope you are warm now." Her breathing still heavy as she looked him over. "What's your name, anyway?"