Wenzel's Sheath Hugger Encounter

By Silver Sheep

Wenzel was sitting on a rock looking up at the starlit sky. The stars out in the country we're not like the ones back home in the city. He reclined on the rock relaxing in the warm summer's night. The grey wolf really took trips out to the country. Wenzel had saved up some frequent flyer points enough to get him here and a small country B&B to stay in. In the afternoon he decided to go exploring. He found this damn and decided to take a quick swim.

He had left his clothes and belongings on the side of the nearby fence. He swam around lazily for much of the afternoon going into the evening. It was dark now, and Wenzel was drying himself slowly on the rock. He wasn't that cold, more cool, a comfortable temperature. The sounds of the wildlife and bugs making strange noises were quite a contrast to the constant stream of traffic noise and beeping from frustrated commuters he was used to.

He was the city wolf at heart, but there was something to be said about the country. New noises caught the grey wolf's attention. In a nearby paddock was a herd of Merino sheep, not the anthro kind but the more feral variety. The sheep lacked the intelligence and the crude hoof hands of their more developed anthro cousins. It was a flock about thirty of them clumped together. Wenzel had to do a double-take; there was a sheep out there standing on two legs.

The wolf soon recognised that it wasn't a sheep at all, well at least not in the sense of alive one. This was a robot; it was a robot shepherd. The robot shepherd was in the design of a Suffolk sheep with a black face, lower legs and arms. Most of its body was a glossy white that gleamed in the moonlight. Wenzel recalled an article he had read. The robot shepherd was made of smart rubber. The shepherd looked like an anthro sheep only pudgier and rubberized.

Wenzel the article described the new automated farm of the future. The article talked about automated tractors and harvesting, and a section was devoted to these rubber shepherds. They were designed to prevent loss from wildlife pests such as feral foxes, wolves and coyotes. There was an opinion piece Wenzel had read about how these devices could stop activist farm invaders from releasing livestock too. Wenzel had never seen one in person, and the curiosity was just too much to ignore.

The grey wolf didn't bother going back for his clothes. This robotic shepherd would have no concept of modesty. Wenzel knew it was trespassing, but he was only going to be in the paddock for a minute or two just to take a closer look at this strange rubbery robot sheep. He carefully climbed the barbed wire fence barring the herd from exiting. As it approached, the sheep got spooked and walked rather swiftly away from Wenzel.

The rubber sheep turned to face Wenzel. Its face had eyes that were painted on. It just looked like a stylised version of one of the anthro sheep he would see roaming the city. He couldn't tell if it was actually looking at him other than the fact it was facing in his direction. The rubber sheep began walking towards Wenzel; it was a steady pace, and it navigated the uneven terrain with ease.

Suddenly the rubber sheep spoke. "Hello, please speak your authorisation password,"

The robot's voice came out in a computerised manner as if the words strung together from multiple sound clips. Wenzel wasn't concerned that he was asked for a password. What would it do; lock him out of the farm's Wi-fi? Surely it was programmed with a solution to encountering a nude creature in its paddock.

"Please speak your authorisation password in the next five seconds, or you will be declared a trespasser," said the sheep bot.

The pudgy robot looked almost comical; it didn't have a scary disposition at all. As the shepherd drone drew closer. Wenzel could hear it squeak and creak. The smart rubber that it was made out of would let out a gentle squeak sound as it walked towards the grey wolf.

"Threat assessment updated: male anthropomorphic wolf trespasser detected. Deploying additional resources," said the sheep bot.

Puff!

A noise sounded from behind the wolf. Wenzel turned to see a hidden trapdoor had opened behind him. The was the glint of metal as an unknown object was running towards Wenzel. The wolf couldn't make out what it was until it stopped about a meter away from him. It was an insectoid robot that stood on five long metal legs. The legs were arranged with two at each side, and the last one positioned behind its abdomen. It looked at him with three bright red eyes.

Before Wenzel could react, it pounced. It leapt at an almost unperceivable speed. The grey wolf felt the impact before he saw where it had landed. Next was the sound of a metallic pop. Wenzel yelped as he felt the machine hit his crotch. The thing's legs had stopped it from smacking his balls by splaying open while it was in the air. He looked down and found it had wrapped itself over his sheath and balls. The four outer limbs wrapping around his pelvis and upper thighs and the fifth limb wrapping itself under his legs behind his balls.

Wenzel now thought it was a good time to leave. It seemed that this drone had attached itself to his body as some kind of anti-trespassing measure. Wenzel turned and briskly made his way back towards a gate at the other side of the paddock; it was the nearest exit from his location. That was when the shepherd robot moved into his path to try and block his escape. He could see it lumbering towards him at a slow pace. Wenzel decided to run around the lumbering sheep bot. Wenzel pulled off to the right of the rubber machine.

It was then, the first drone made its presence felt. Slick goopy sludge poured over Wenzel's sheath and testicles. Wenzel stopped and tugged at his "sheath hugger" to remove the beastie. The wolf soon found that the drone's five legs had met at his back just below his tail. The device had wrapped around his crotch like a jockstrap. The cool semi-sludge wrapped around his sex and tugged the metal body of the thing tight to his crotch. Now, even if he could wiggle the metal legs of the drone down past his hips, he would still have to deal with the... rubber. It was a rubbery sludge encasing his genitals.

Wenzel jumped when he felt two rubbery hooves grab both his wrists from behind. The robot shepherd was much more potent than it seemed. It was a firm grip. It pulled him backwards, but Wenzel twisted his body out of the robot's hold. He had been too distracted by the thing on his crotch that he nearly got caught by the more significant threat. He ran towards a large shed and put a considerable distance between him and the sheep bot. Perhaps he could find a tool to pry this thing off his crotch.

The large roller door to the shed was open, but there were no lights on inside. There were rows of shelves and a few cabinets lining the walls. As he could only see the vague outlines and shadows of tools stacked on shelves and cupboards, Wenzel quickly looked for a place to hide instead.  He found a mostly empty locker on the back wall and climbed inside. He pulled the door closed and looked out through a vent in the door. It took a few minutes before the shadow of the sheep bot could be seen outlined in the moonlight coming from the open doorway.

"Threat assessment updated: Farm invader detected, Commencing search pattern," announced the sheep bot.

Wenzel watched as the sheep bot walked inside the shed. It was slow and made its way down the first aisle, carefully avoiding knocking over any equipment.

"Farm invader, this is a wool-producing farm that follows all animal welfare laws. Attempting to release livestock is a crime, so is trespassing. I have been authorised to perform a citizen's arrest under paragraph 120, line 50 of the Automated Livestock act 2010. Please surrender yourself immediately," said the sheep bot.

Surely he could fool this slow machine. Wenzel kept himself soundless in his hiding place. Wenzel remained still as the sheep bot passed by his hiding place. It moved on, but something was moving at his crotch. Wenzel could feel a tendril of smooth rubber moving towards the opening of his sheath. Wenzel kept still and held his breath as the rounded tip of the sheath hugger's tendril pushed inside his sheath, between his cock and his sheath itself. It snaked and coiled around his penis. It rubbed over sensitive spots. Almost making him flinch.

The sheep bot was searching the other side of the shed now slowly walking past the shelves. Wenzel slowly reached down and squeezed at the main body of the sheath hugger. His paw pads found unyielding metal and the glass of its "eyes." The thing's exoskeleton kept his paw pads from intercepting its probing tendril. Over the next few moments, the invading tentacle only grew thicker, stopping when it was the size of one of Wenzel's own fingers.

Wenzel could see the sheep bot moving towards the large open doorway. A moan escaped the wolf's lips. He quickly brought both hands up to his mouth and clamped down. Wenzel could see that the sheep bot had turned around and began to do another pass. The probing tendril was brushing between the sensitive inner skin of his sheath and his lupine cock. The sheath hugger began to swirl its probing digit around the inside of his sheath. It was like it was polishing the inside of a delicate wine glass.

Despite himself, Wenzel was enjoying this treatment. He would often clean his sheath with a genital safe soap using a finger just like this drone was doing. Just like his shower fun time, he was getting turned on. He could feel his lupine cock engorge as the sheath hugger rubbed and traced around his cock again and again. As the sheep bot approached his hiding spot for a second time, Wenzel was much more twitchy. He bit down on his own hand paw and drool left his muzzle as he tried to suppress his moans.

It was torturous watching the slow sheep bot wander up the aisle. Wenzel was in a battle with his own body. His lupine cock was as hard as it could get inside the tight rubber prison. His erection would have pushed the probing tendril out if it wasn't for the tight latex wrapped around the outside of his sheath. He was being kept from forming a full erection. The finger-sized tentacle was left to squeeze between his semi-engorged cock and the inner layer of sensitive skin being crushed down on sides. It wasn't painful, and the inside of his sheath was soaked with pre-cum. Making the rubs and probing by the tendril a slick, wet affair.

Wenzel waited until the shadow cast by the sheep bot was out of view before he tried to tackle the sheath hugger again. He pawed at the hard metal case blocking his hand paws from his sex. He clawed at the casing and tried to pry it away from his crotch if not to get it off to at least allow his cock to become properly erect. His paws clutched at his wrapped sheath for several minutes, but nothing could displace the teasing tight tendril from its home.

He slid out from his hiding place, falling to his knees. Wenzel decided he would have to get back to where his clothes were and get off this property. Then he could worry about the sheath hugger. Wenzel dragged himself to his foot paws. He was panting loudly as he crept forward. The grey wolf was going to take a peek out the doorway and if Wenzel couldn't see the sheep bot make a run for it. As he opened and closed his legs still trying to displace the heat between his thighs, he doubted he could run with it probing him.

He made his way towards the open shed door. Wenzel stumbled out into the moonlight. A pair of rubbery hoof hands grabbed him. The robot shepherd was waiting for him. Wenzel fought and shoved trying to escape. The torso of the sheep robot had opened up, and it was trying to stuff him inside. He yelled out for help, but the machine ignored his cries. His struggle was no match for the robot's power. The constant teasing of the sheath hugger made him less able to fight the main robot. Wenzel found himself stuffed inside the inner cavity of the machine.

It quickly began closing around him. He clawed at the rubber, but he couldn't even scratch it. Soon he was trapped inside its torso cavity. Things took a turn for the worst when he felt the inside begin to constrict around him. The strange rubbery prison began to shrink. His arms were forced down to his sides, and his knees were forced up into his chest as space grew snug.

Wenzel really began to panic. It felt like he was about to be vacuum-packed like a serving of apricots. Just as he thought he was about to be squashed to death. The shepherd robot stopped squeezing down around him. He was panting and crying with alarm. A cold jet of fresh air was blowing around his face. At least they were providing him with oxygen inside this prison. He tried struggling, but he found he was very much trapped. He could hardly move with even his tail wrapping around he lap to almost frozen by the lack of space. The rubber around him had some spring in it. He could resist it a little, but eventually, it would snap back to the previous position.

The teasing sheath hugger was still slowly toying with his cock. It just wouldn't stop. Wenzel felt that the shepherd robot was moving, walking back towards his flock perhaps? He continued to struggle desperately. Wenzel was now profoundly regretting his course of action. He was not sure how long he was struggling trapped in the darkness. Wenzel thrashed this way and that. He tried to pull with his claws which he found balled up into useless mittens. It was even the same for his feet paws because they were trapped where they were only with a small elastic tug giving the teasing hint of freedom. The scent of rubber hung in the air almost suffocating in its presence.

The rubber shepherd began to speak again. Wenzel could still hear it inside the machine; the voice seemed to come from all around him.

"Farm invader captured," it said in its computerised voice.

Inside of his prison, Wenzel noticed the sheath hugger's tendril was rubbing faster. Soon it felt like he was getting sheath fucked as it pounded inside the tight, slick space. Held how he was, he had no way to stop the drone, not that he could outside of the bigger robot's hold. The folds of the rubber were pressing tightly around his sheath from the outside too. The rubber crotch lining began massaging and rippling over his outer sheath and balls. He set his mind to resist it. How dare this machine, treat him like a lusty animal! Wenzel closed his eyes tightly and thought about disgusting things. He just had to keep his arousal under control at least for some time.

Wenzel soon caught himself whining and moaning. He sounded like a greedy slut; the thought was making his cheeks burn. The sheath hugger was quite the temptress. He could only resist on an intellectual level but not on a physical one. The only thing stopping him from getting fully aroused was how there was no room for his cock to fully engorge. There he sat imprisoned by the sheep bot and teased and rubbed by the sheath hugger. He was kept, and the peek of an erection without ever getting one. It slowed down and sped up it's probing tentacle. He had been never fingered like this before but now more than anything he just wanted to cum.

"Manual override: release captive immediately," said the rubber shepherd.

Wenzel didn't care what his captor had just said, or he cared about was getting an orgasm. He thrust desperately trying to bring himself over the edge. Soon Wenzel could feel warm air circulating inside his prison and soon realised he could only really thrust because the rubber was allowing him more room. He only stopped when he saw a bright light.

The torso cavity of the robot shepherd had opened up. Wenzel slid forward out of the sleek rubbery interior. He landed on soft straw. It took several moments for the grey wolf to realise what had happened. Soon as eyes adjusted to the light, he realised he was in a small barn. More importantly, he wasn't alone; there was a tall horse anthro with chocolate fur. The horse was looking at him with a bemused expression. Wenzel was still being teased by the sheath hugger, he had only been let out of the sheep bot.

He shoved a hand pull down to cover his trapped crotch. His eyes darted around, and he could see an open door behind him. Wenzel made a run for it. The bemused farmer made no attempt to chase him. He quickly found the paddock that he had first entered and made it halfway across it before even with the amount of adrenaline in his system he had to stop. He stopped, dropped to his knees and rubbed the metal exoskeleton of the sheath hugger.

The configuration inside the drone had changed. It had withdrawn the probing, teasing tendril. Slowly the very tip of his tapered lupine penis began to poke into the soft undulating rubber folds of rippling rubber coating his crotch. More and more of his sensitive maleness became exposed to the shifting folds of rubber moving in seemingly random directions. There's no getting used to it, it was a random pattern. His cock was coaxed into the soft, sleek rubber. It was letting him get hard.

Wenzel was breathing deeply now as his cock slid out of his sheath. Whoever programmed this machine knew lupine secrets. More and more of his length came out of his sheath into the teasing undulating folds. The inner lining was becoming slick with his pre-cum. The hours of teasing made sure of that. The wetness provided even more stimulation. The grey wolf was avoiding thrusting his hips, knowing it wouldn't affect the inner workings of his drone tormenter. The soft rubber was heavenly.

Wenzel was panting, huffing out hot breath. Subjected to several more minutes, he began thrusting his hips almost instantly into the undulating folds teasing his cock, keeping him rock hard and working him up for further excitement. He got on all fours and humped the air. Letting out moans of lupine pleasure.

Wenzel could feel his knot pop free. He was getting very close, indeed. The rubbery folds of the inner lining had wrapped around his cock, forming a tight sleeve. The rubber sleeve had the feel of artificial muscles that made it feel he was copulating with another creature. Working him back and forth stroking it was coaxing an orgasm out of him. He could feel it work its rubber magic for a number of minutes he was almost at his peak. Just as he could feel his balls tighten ready to let slip they're creamy contents, all simulation ceased.

"I'm going to need that back," came a voice.

Wenzel turned to see the chocolate stallion from before. He was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans; his long muzzle was wearing a smirk. Just how long had he been watching him? The horse approached and offered him a hoof-like hand. Wenzel took it and rose to a standing position. The horse still holding Wenzel's paw pulled him close and placed him in a tight hug. Before Wenzel knew it, the crotch hugger burst to life again and became even faster in its efforts to make him cream.

"...but I'll let you have it for a minute more," said the stallion.

He hugged Wenzel tight as the crotch hugger milked him to perfection. It didn't even take a minute for Wenzel to finally cream. He shuddered as the stallion held him blowing his load into the sheath hugger. Wenzel's legs felt like jelly when it was all over. The drone clicked off, and Wenzel and the stallion stood there for several moments.

Without a word, the stallion broke the embrace and took out a small remote from his pockets. He pressed a button, and the drone undid itself from the hold it had around Wenzel's crotch. It dropped like a cat on all of its slender legs and scuttled away with Wenzel's cum dripping from under it. Wenzel's still hard lupine cock bounced free. Gleaming in the open air.

"Next time you want to play with my farming toys you best knock on the homestead door," said the stallion, winking as he looked at the nude wolf.

Wenzel made his way back to the rock he had lounged on last night and retrieved his clothes. He was glad all his things were where he left them.  Wenzel made his way back towards his bed and breakfast. Perhaps he should take the stallion up on his offer. First, a shower and sleep were in order.