The Grass is Always Greener

By Silver Sheep

Jasper could see the border fence. A tall metal fence cut across the landscape and stretched as far as the coyote could see. As he moved closer, he could see his contact waiting on the other side. The strange, glossy, primarily white figure was a sheep, a puffy latex sheep with shiny white wool and polished black arms, legs and muzzle. As he drew closer, Jasper could see its glowing yellow eyes with black rectangular pupils peering back at him.

The coyote couldn't always tell the gender of the rubber sheep apart due to some of their male kind not having horns and their nullified gender. The rubber sheep always were nude but lacked any defined genitalia. He moved closer, and the rubber creature smiled. It had a maw that opened to reveal a bottom set of teeth that could somehow still graze on the grass that covered the ground.

"You look like you're here for more than the usual," said the sheep.

"Yes, I'm hoping you'll turn a blind eye to me crossing the border," said Jasper.

"That could be very dangerous for you. If you get caught, I won't be able to convince my flock mates to release you," said the sheep.

Jasper reached into his pocket and handed over a few hundred dollars. He passed it between the slats of the fence. The sheep took the cash and pressed the notes to its chest. The money was absorbed inside the rubber wool.

"Okay, coyote. But, don't say I didn't warn you," replied the sheep.

Jasper began scaling the fence. He quickly climbed over the top and dropped down on the other side. The sheep gave him a soulful look as if it already knew what awaited him in the flock's territory. Then, he quickly scampered towards the forest, leaving the rubber sheep behind.

Jasper crept across the ground. He stopped and looked around. This was the rubber sheep flock's territory. He was a coyote, the only coyote on this side of the fence. He couldn't be seen by the sheep. The forest was thick and the trees rustled in the breeze. Jasper looked towards the sky. It was still daylight, so he had enough time to get to his destination and back.

The coyote was after a unique plant that only grew in the flock's land. It was a purple flower much like a forget-me-not, but it boosted one's magic when boiled into a tea. It didn't do anything for Jasper because he didn't know the magic arts, but he knew those who would buy a quantity of it. The trade embargo with the sheep the powers-that-be made it illegal to import the flower. That only made poaching all the more lucrative.

Jasper was well hidden, his forest camo gear coving his body. He only had a small backpack with a storage container for the flowers he would gather. He left his phone and ID at home. The security forces on both sides used mobile phone signals to track poachers entering/exiting their realms. Not having identity documents would help if he was caught. It would make it harder for him to be identified in his home country. The sheep, however, would make him a more permanent resident if they caught him.

One advantage of the frosty relationship between the nations was that they didn't share records. Still, Jasper didn't want to end up with a rubber wool makeover. Most of the flock were quite xenophobic to non-rubber creatures. So Jasper got up and began to move. He was no botanist, but he read up on the habitat of his target plant. He had studied the pre-war maps, and he had a feeling that an unexplored area up ahead would be an excellent place to start.

An hour of travel later, and the grey and tan coyote spotted a sheltered grove up ahead. He passed some trees, and the area opened up into a clearing. Jasper had struck the motherload. The plants were a cultivated area with rows of eight planting beds of the purple plant set out in a three by three grid. In the central space was an inflatable scarecrow. It was a large inflatable sheep. It faced Jasper looking at him with large brown eyes and a slight smile painted across its muzzle. It wasn't a living latex sheep it was far too stylised, and the fact it hadn't reacted to his presence.

Jasper ignored the scarecrow and took off his backpack. He began to handpick the plants snapping the flowers off and adding them to his storage tin. It didn't take long for his container to be half full. He closed the lid and decided to take a closer look at this inflatable sheep. It was a rubber inflatable in a feral sheep style. It stood on four bell-shaped fluffy hooves black in colour. Its "wool" was white and had bulges giving it a lumpy effect like tufts of wool and not just inflated rubber. It had a black face with inflated ears atop its head.

Jasper walked up and touched it. Its smooth rubber body dimpled to his touch. The coyote curled around the inflatable scarecrow. Jasper was about to return to his work when he noticed something glinting. The sheep had a stubby tail and under it was… Jasper could feel his cheeks grow warm. This wasn't a scarecrow at all but a blow-up sex toy. There was a faux tail hole coated with clear glossy lube under the inflatable's nub-like tail. It appeared that the sheep used sex toys as well.

Now the size of the blow-up creature made sense. It was large enough for a bipedal sheep to mount it. Jasper had to admit he enjoyed his meet-up with the sheep at the fence. Usually, it was a quick blowjob with the rubber sheep using its smooth rubber maw on his coyote cock that was stuck between the slats of the fence like a glory hole. He quickly thought that the toys could be nearby. Jasper sniffed the air and sniffed around the toy. There was a scent of a rubber sheep, but it was very old and stale. Nothing recent; he must have lubed up his toy and had to leave before his session, reasoned Jasper. Did this mean that the sheep had cocks after all?

Jasper reached down to adjust his pants. The coyote was getting a bit riled up. The thoughts of sex and memories of his encounters through the fence clung in his mind. Jasper took a closer look at the rubber sheep's tail hole. A few quick sniffs confirmed that the toy had only been lubed and not used. Jasper's nose wrinkled at the thought. The coyote's lust had grown at the idea of trying out this rubber sheep's toy.

Jasper began stripping off, placing his clothes in a neat pile next to the inflatable. His canine erection bobbed free as he removed his underwear. He wasted no time stabbing his cock inside the pre-lubed opening. The inner sleeve was surprisingly tight; it pressed down around his erection, gripping it as if it was alive. Jasper slowly withdrew his cock, letting out a moan at the suction of the faux tail hole. He wrapped his arms around the rubber creature's hanches and drove himself back in.

Jasper got into a steady pattern of humping. He thrust his canine cock in and out of the slippery tail hole. This toy was terrific. He squeezed the rubber sheep and could free the air inside compressing around his cock. He moaned and panted; his eyes drifted closed as Jasper imagined his sex-friend claiming this rubber sheep. Now it was his. He would leave a creamy calling card for the other more xenophobic members of his kind. He would fill the rest of his airtight tin and exfiltrate this place and score a huge payday.

Jasper increased his pace, thrusting harder into the faux tail hole. The rubber sheep squeaked and creaked under him. Jasper straddled the sheep placing his weight on its back; the added pressure squeezed his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. His orgasm overtook his body. Thick ropes of coyote cum sprayed into the rubber sheep. He must have accidentally popped the toy because it was deflating under him. He enjoyed the sensation as the rubber seeped downwards.

A loud pop sounded. Jasper opened his eyes at the sudden noise, but his world had been plunged into darkness. He had no idea what had happened. It took several moments for the coyote to take stock of what had just transpired. His senses told him that he was coated in some goop. He tried to brush the gooey substance from around his face, but he soon found it was stuck in his fur.

Jasper could feel that this material was moving on its own accord. His front had already been splattered with whatever it was. It was beginning to coat his back. It was creeping around his shoulders and abdomen. The material felt like rubber. It felt oily, yet it did not leave a residue on his body it was just the sensation he felt as he tried to pull it off his fur. It was as if the rubber was alive, and it was determined to encase him. Despite his face being covered, he could still breathe. Whether it was an air pocket or a gap in the rubber, he could not tell.

He couldn't fight the rubber creeping and crawling over his body. Finally, when he felt he was mostly covered, the rubber around his face broke of its own accord. He could see he was still in the clearing. He looked down and saw that he was coated in mostly white rubber. The inflatable sheep was gone, or perhaps it was now covering his body. Looking at his body again, he saw that his limbs were coated in black rubber. He looked up and noticed that there was an overhanging bit of the material hanging above his muzzle. He pulled at his still moving coating, and all that did was produce loud squeaking noises.

As Jasper's face was uncovered, he yelled out for help. Unsurprisingly, he was very much alone in the hidden plantation. There was a new sound. It was air being sucked in internal pumps built into the goop. Whatever was coating him was driving in the air from outside. Around his torso, lumpy white bumps began to appear inflated with air, and they continued to grow. They were just like the inflatable sheep's had been.

He touched one with his coated hand paws. Poking it, he could feel the air pressure inside like a sealed bladder of some sort. It was then he realised that his hand paws were also inflating. His gloved hand paws blew up, making his fingers the size of fat cigars, and they continued growing. Soon they were growing so much that he is individual fingers were not defined at all. It felt like he was wearing a pair of surgical gloves, but the outer layer merged together, forming very stylised bell-shaped hooves. Hooves that looked just like the inflatable sheep's ones.

It then dawned on him what he had been dressed as. He was inside the rubber inflatable sheep with lumpy globules of wool made from inflated rubber air bladders. First, the suit had been liquid, and now it was solid. He could feel he was encased in an underlayer of rubber that tightly conformed to his body. It felt so tight that it felt like it had been painted on, yet it didn't tug at his fur.

On the contrary, it was perfectly tailored to his body. Then there was the outer layer. It was still inflating outwards; it pushed on his inner layer but not uncomfortably so.

He stood up but almost fell backwards as he felt himself being lifted in the air. At first, it was like he was walking on balloons, but soon the rubber inflatable hooves surrounding his foot paws took shape and began to properly support his weight. After that, it felt like he was wearing platform shoes, only made of air mattresses instead of solid soles.

Even his tail was captured up; it was wrapped up in a sleeve. It was made to look like an undocked sheep tail to fit the theme of the rest of the costume. The only part of him that was outside of the costume was his face. His face was surrounded by the outfit, his ear encased in a hooded head section. He reached up and felt the outlines of a head he now had inflated horns as well as inflated ears. It must have been the head of the costume; now, it was a ram. Perhaps to match his gender.

What the hell was this? The coyote had no answers. He was really beginning to suspect that having sex with the flock's sex toy was a horrible idea. He should get out of this outfit as soon as he can. He turned where he had left his backpack. Forgetting his clothes as they were too small for his current size. He could walk, but he was going at a much slower pace. It was more of a waddle than walking. It was all he could do in the silly inflatable rubber suit.

"It's been a long time between capturing an intruder," came a voice.

Jasper knew he was in trouble now. This must be an automated security system and not a sex toy. One that he had blundered into.

"What's the matter? Not the talkative type?" asked the sheep.

The inner layer of the suit went gooey. It took a few moments to feel the inner layer press into Jasper's skin in places. He struggled to take off the suit, but his useless hoof mitts kept any severe attempts at freedom at bay. He could feel more and more of the rubber press against his fur. The costume solidified again hugged his body even more tightly. It was a full-body hug. The inner lining was made of the softest luxurious rubber. It felt velvety as it pressed tightly against his form. Still, he had to get out of this thing. He waddled his way towards his backpack and the flower tin contained within. He let forward and tried to pick it up. The smooth rubber made the bag slip to the ground as he tried to hook one of the straps.

Finally, he managed to hook one strap around his puffy shoulder. He thought it best to get going and put distance between him and, by now, what would be his pursuers. It wasn't going to be simple in this bulky thing. He stumbled down a slope heading away from the grove. He fell over and landed flat on his face. He wasn't hurt because his body was protected but the puffy rubber, but he dropped his bag and had to struggle to pick it up again.

Jasper had a sudden thought. Perhaps he could pop the thing by rubbing his body adjust the abrasive tree bark. He awkwardly hugged the nearest tree. He began rubbing up and down, trying to get the outfit to pop. He made a lot of noise but not much else. While the material looked like rubber, it was much more robust. When he saw he was scratching the material, he was soon dismayed as the scratched section turned to liquid for a moment and solidified again to reveal it had self repaired.

Jasper repeated the process this time by jamming his inflated foot hoof into a jagged piece of rock. The rubber suit's self-repair system was faster than his efforts at damaging it. He had wasted precious time. He let out a frustrated huff and continued to trudge on. He was bulky and awkward. Often his puffy body would get snagged on branches, and he lost time when his backpack slipped off his shoulder with frustrating regularity. He had to at least try to escape. Jasper had no doubt that every sheep border guard was homing in on his position.

"Where are you going? My friends are on the way. You know we don't hurt our intruders because we want you to join us. Join the herd," came the sheep's voice.

Suddenly the inner suit pulsed. It was right at Jasper's sheath and balls. Jasper didn't stop and continued to waddle through the forest. The rubber suit pulsed again, vibrating around his sex that had gone flaccid a while ago. It seemed that this was a new measure to hamper his escape. Jasper did his best to keep his focus on escape, but as the sheep suit continued to tease him, he couldn't help but grow aroused. His pace was slowed even more.

Jasper was trying to ignore his cock, but the suit kept teasing his erection. It wouldn't let him. Jasper dropped the backpack again and pushed back against a tree. His hoof coated hand paw pressed at his sex. Jasper whined loudly. He could hardly feel it. The coyote pressed down harder, taking a lot of energy and pushed into the white rubber coating his crotch. If he pressed hard enough, he could feel the oblong-shaped bulge that his erection made against the inner layer of the suit.

Jasper could take it. He would have to try and masturbate if he had any hopes of making any distance in this thing. The coyote spread his legs and thrust up to meet his inflated hoof. This seemed to work; he could feel a blunt pressure massaging his red rocket. It had grown slick inside its tight prison. All his pre was coating the inside of the inner layer. He humped his right hoof until his arm muscles grew tired, and he had to swap hooves. It was a slow process, but he was getting there.

He continued to paw at himself every few minutes, swapping out tired puffy hooves. The suit squeaked loudly and creaked as the puffy rubber dimpled. Jasper could finally taste his orgasm coming on much slower than he would have liked. The suit's teasing had stopped, so it was up to the coyote to make himself cream. His canine knot was out, signalling just how close he was. Just a little more, that's it almost there. Jasper closed his eyes and humped his inflated hoof grunting from the effort.

Just as his breathing became unsteady and Jasper could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, there was a loud hiss, and the rubber surrounding his crotch expanded even more. He pressed with all his might, but the suit had cut off his touch. All he could feel was the compressed air robbing him of his orgasm. He pressed down with both hooves, even going as far as punching his crotch, but not even that got through the inflated barrier. Tears rolled down his face as he let out a loud groan.

"No, not yet. We save that for your conversion," said the sheep.

Jasper took off in a run, but it turned into a flop to the ground. He got up again and forced himself to move at a slow, deliberate pace. He left his backpack his haul behind. He had wasted too much time already. He waddled between trees and around bushes, his clumsy body seemingly getting snagged of every second branch.

The suit deflated around his crotch just enough to tempt him to touch himself again. Jasper didn't give in. He kept walking back towards the border. The vibrations soon returned. The suit kept him fully erect and needy. He knew he had to keep going there was still a chance he could escape.

"It's frustrating, isn't it," came a voice.

Jasper's eyes shot open. There were a pair of rubber sheep standing just two meters away. One was a ram whose golden eyes cut through the black latex surrounding his face. The other sheep had black latex wool.

"Look at me while I'm speaking to you," said first sheep.

Jasper locked eyes with the sheep. He could see their soft golden glow. His eyes were glowing brightly. There was a sudden pressure in Jasper's mind. He had to look away. His gaze was locked like a magnet, an irresistible pull. His suit squeaked softly as his arms dropped to his sides.

"You shouldn't look a hypnotist in the eyes, but you couldn't help it just took a suggestion to make you comply, and you did as you were told." said the rubber sheep.

Jasper made to speak, but his maw dropped open wide this sheep was keeping in his words locked away. Despite the seriousness of his situation, Jasper felt the stress melt away. The rubber sheep's eyes glowed a radiance that the coyote couldn't ignore.

Jasper could hear the sheep speak, but his active mind couldn't make out the words. He knew what other creatures wanted. The living latex sheep wanted him to drift for a while; there was no need to be afraid. The flock treated their captives well, especially ones that were brainwashed. The thought of being brainwashed made Jasper giggle. His mind needed a good cleaning. He chuckled again, forgetting what he had been laughing about.

It was too much for the coyote's mind. Jasper knew that they would convert him into a rubber sheep like them. Part of the flock. The herd was calling his name now he could hear all the nearby sheep murmuring his name in unison. Jasper, Jasper, Jasper. He was falling deeper as his eyes drifted shut. In the darkness, he could see the faces of the other sheep, even the border guard that Jasper thought he bribed but there was now no hiding that the flock knew he was coming and laid this trap. It was too late now. He would be a sheep, and his mind was already being moulded and shifted in that direction.