[CENTER]Joining the Flock[/CENTER]
[CENTER]By TheNomeKing[/CENTER]


A hot midday sun shone down from a cloudy sky, casting light upon the green rolling hills. The sweeping shadows from the clouds stretched across the lush fields. A cool breeze rushed through the long blades of grass, buffeting against Fer and Sam as they traversed the rolling hills. A sudden gust of wind rushed past them both, fluttering their clothes about violently. Although it was windy, which caused Fer’s shorts to flutter about in the wind, he was glad he hadn’t worn jeans like Sam, who seemed a little warmer in the midday sun.

“Windy today!” Sam said loudly as he walked alongside his friend, Fercho.

“Yeah, but at least it’s warm,” Fer replied, his poufy black hair being forced back from the sudden gusts of wind that buffeted them both. They both continued to walk across the field and eventually came to a gate that was marked as a public footpath. They walked through the gate, securing an old rope to the fence post before wandering into the next field. Suddenly, Fer stopped.

“Looks like we’ve got guests,” Fer said, turning and waiting for his friend to catch up.

“Hmm?” Sam mumbled as he walked up to Fer, before catching sight of the many black and white sheep that littered the field, “Ah, I see.” The large flock of sheep all turned their heads around to stare at the intruding humans. There was a moment of silence before one of the sheep raised its nose to the sky and bleated loudly.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Fer asked, backing up towards the gate.

“They’re just sheep, they’ll run away as soon as we get close,” Sam said, chuckling to himself as he began to walk towards the centre of the field, seemingly unafraid and disinterested in the many sheep that populated it. 

“Wait, shouldn’t we like…” Fer said, pausing for a moment before realising his friend had walked out of earshot, “…damnit.” Fer ran after Sam, his eyes darting about the field nervously as many pairs of yellow eyes began to peer at them both, “Wait up!”

“You OK,” Sam said as he waited for his friend to catch up, then continued walking side by side.

“Yeah, just…” Fer said, looking around at the sheep. They had started to move closer to the two intruding humans, seemingly unafraid, “just worried about them.”

“No need, man,” Sam replied as he looked about, “They won’t come…” he said, pausing as he realised the sheep were now starting to surround them, swarming their position, “…closer.”

“Errrr, Sam?” Fer said nervously, watching as several large woolly sheep began to approach, some bleating rather loudly.

“It’s ok, Fer. Just…stay calm, we’ll be alright,” Sam said, patting his friend on the shoulder. The sheep grew ever closer. Eventually, one of their number was close enough to Fer to begin sniffing him. Fer backed up as a ram wandered close and began to nuzzle his trousers with a fuzzy black nose. Another sheep wandered towards Sam, an ewe, who sniffed his outstretched hand with fearless curiosity.

“G-good sheepies,” Fer said, keeping his hands away from a nearby ram who possessed rather large horns, something that made Fer feel somewhat uneasy. Sam, meanwhile, began to pet some of the sheep, seemingly quite comfortable with the presence of farm animals.

“Odd, these fellas seem really friendly,” Sam said as he rubbed under the chin of a nearby ram, who raised his head to receive even more scratches, “they’re quite cute.”

“I can’t say I share your optimism, Sam,” Fer said, moving back and bumping against his friend’s back which prompted Sam to yelp in surprise. This shout of surprise startling the ewe Sam had been who quickly nipped him on the hand. Sam screamed as he felt a pair of sharp incisors puncture the soft flesh between his thumb and first finger, leaving a rather sore and bloody bite mark. Fer screamed at Sam’s sudden outburst, and the sheep who’d been sniffing his leg lunged forwards and nipped him on the side of his calf. Fer grabbed his leg as the herd of sheep scattered and bleated in confusion, scared by the outburst from the humans.

“Shit, I shoulda worn jeans,” Fer cursed, grabbing his leg and winced at the pain. Thankfully, there wasn’t much blood and after a few moments, Fer removed his hand and saw a single set of tooth marks. 

“Fuck, they get you too?” Sam asked, grabbing his hand tightly as he tried to stop the bleeding.

“Y-yeah,”

“We should head back, like…right now,” Sam said, “we don’t want these getting infected.”

“Good idea, I could do with a drink anyway,” Fer replied, releasing the pressure on his wound as the bleeding began to slow. Both Fer and Sam began to make their way towards the gate where they’d come from. As they retreated, the sheep quickly ran back the edges of the field, scattering into small groups. Once they were at a safe distance, they turned and stared at the two humans who walked away. Loud bleats filled the field as Fer and Sam walked towards the gate. They both stopped and turned, looking at the sheep who had begun to all bleat randomly.

“What are they doing?” Fer asked.

“I think they’re telling us off,” Sam replied with a worried look on his face, “we should go, we don’t want a ram charging us,” Sam turned around and continued to approach the gate

“Errr, Sam?!” Fer shouted in a rather worried tone of voice.

“What?” Sam said, turning his head around to look at his friend. Fer’s hands were clamped tight around his leg, the same leg that’d been bitten. At first, he thought there was a shadow on Fer’s leg, but only after getting closer, did he recognise that there was a patch of black skin around the bitemark.

“S-Sam?!” Fer cried out again, this time his voice sounded panicked.

“What the fuck!” Sam shouted as he ran over to his friend, now seeing that the black patch of skin wasn’t discolouration, it was hair – black hair.

“Oh god, it’s i-itchy!” Fer stammered as he began to scratch the hairy skin. The growth of soft black hairs seemed to be isolated to the immediate area of the bitemark, but they could both see that the hairs were spreading, growing out from where he’d been bitten, like an infection. The distribution of hair was dense, and the individual black strands seemed to tightly bundle together and flow in a specific direction, creating a smooth coat of fuzzy skin. What’s more, the skin from where these strange hairs grew from had begun to discolour. The soft pale and formally hairless flesh had begun to darken and blotch. As if ink had been injected beneath Fer’s skin, the once light tone was consumed with a slick matte black colouration. The soft hairs quickly grew across his changing skin until nothing, but a fuzzy black hide could be seen.

“Just…calm, keep calm! Oh god, what the fuck’s happening,” Sam shouted, leaning down and placing both hands around his friend’s knee. Then, he caught sight of his own bitemark. The very same thing was happening to his right hand, the same hand that’d been bitten mere moments before.

“Sam! It’s happening to you too!” Fer shouted, realising that Sam’s hand had begun to change in the same way. Soft black hairs pricked out from the skin, spreading across his palm, consuming the pale human flesh. 

“Wh-what the fuck!” Sam screamed, “oh god, Fer, it’s…spreading!” as he watched the strange fuzzy coat of hair spreading down his hands. 

“N-no! My other knee!” Fer shouted, looking down to inspect his own wound before noticing that the soft black hairs had begun to sprout from his other leg. Another patch appeared on his lower leg which quickly grew larger until a thick coat of hairs covered his skin.

“It’s happening to us both, Fer! It this…” Sam cried out in terror, reaching across with his left hand, which had also begun to change; and ran a finger through the hair. It was soft and thick, like a coat of, “Fur?!”

“W-what? Did you say fur!” Fercho cried out, looking up at his friend and seeing the look of terror upon his face. He looked down and watched as this thick coat of black fur spread across his legs, moving down towards his feet. Suddenly, Fer heard a rather loud popping sound. A cry of shock followed as Sam grasped his hands tightly, “S-Sam? What’s happening?!”

“Argh! Nghh…It’s m-my hands!” Sam shouted as he grasped his palms tightly as he felt a horribly uncomfortable pressure building inside. Suddenly, his hands jerked forward, as if the bones inside were being pushed forwards, pushing his fingers away from his wrists. Further popping sound emanated from his palms and Sam screamed in fear as his hands stretched forwards. At the same time, his fingers began to shrink and shift, his thumb seemed to pop and move about on its own accord, while his ring and little fingers began to pull back. Fer watched in terror as Sam’s hands began to deform, the sound of popping bone and snapping ligament could be heard clearly over the obnoxious bleating of the sheep nearby.

“What the fuck’s happening to us!” Fer cried out, his hand shaking in fear as he watched his friend’s fingers deform and shrink. Then, he felt something straining within his shoes. He felt a strange pressure building up within his feet, before suddenly feeling a shuddering sensation rattle up his legs. A pop sounded from Fer’s feet, followed by a terrified cry of fear from his friend.

“Oh g-god, F-Fer! Th-they’re getting longer!” Sam shouted, watching as both hands began to extend and grow longer, but also thicker. He could feel his flesh tingling and burning as the black fur spread up towards his elbows. Not even his other hand was spared from the change as similarly to Fer’s legs; another patch of black fur grew forth and began to consume his other arm. He watched as his fingers disappeared beneath black fur and dark flesh, morphing back and twisting about. Another loud pop sounded from Sam’s morphing hands before a strange weight began to drag down against his swelling digits. He looked down to see the two remaining fingers tipping his fingers, his first and middle fingers. They’d grown thicker and heavier, popping loudly and twitching as the bones within shifted to and fro. Then, Sam caught sight of the swelling mass that’d begun to grow out from his two swollen digits. A large mass of nail was growing forth, becoming wider, longer and heavier. They grew out from the tips of his shifting digits, no longer fingers but simply an extension of his long thick hands. Meanwhile, Sam’s little finger had faded away entirely, leaving nought but a slight bump on the furry flesh, while his ring finger had shifted back to join his thumb. A similar growth of nail pushed its way out of these shrinking digits, which had settled down around where his palms had been.

“My feet, Sam! Th-they’re getting longer!” Fer cried out as he stumbled backwards. The growth within his shoes began to feel painful, and he felt his sense of balance shifting as a result. Suddenly, Fer lost his footing and fell backwards, crying out in pain as he felt his back slam against the grassy mud. Fer pushed himself up, wincing at the pain in his back. Then, he saw what’d become of Sam’s hands, “Oh god, th-they’re…”

“Hooves! Oh god, Fer, these are fucking hooves!” Sam cried out, peering down to see how the rapidly expanding nails had formed around his morphing digits, creating a pair of black-furred cloven hooves. His other digits had shifted back behind his expanding hands turned forelegs, now functioning as dewclaws. They were unmistakable. The black fur and dark cloven hooves were identical to the those belonging to the sheep Sam had been petting, the sheep that’d bitten them – both of them. Fer’s eyes widened in horror; his mouth was agape as he realised what was happening. He fumbled with his shoes, pulling off his black trainers and gasping at the sudden release of pressure. Sam cried out in shock as his elbows started to snap and shift up towards his torso, his moans and groans of surprise began to sound deeper as his chest started to barrel out.

“N-no! No please…” Fer whimpered as he realised that his feet had grown longer. Already he could see that there was a strange series of pointed shapes prodding out against the fabric of his socks. The black fur had totally consumed his left leg, disappearing beneath the fabric of his sock. As he pulled the very same sock free, he beheld the same bizarre transformation that’d been afflicting his friend mere moments before. His toes had begun to morph, his two central toes had shifted forwards, while the others were dragged back. His little toe had already shrunk into the dark furry black flesh, leaving his remaining digits to sink back behind his expanding foot. Bones popped in Fer’s feet as he pulled his other sock free, revealing the same metamorphosis affecting his other foot, “no, please! I d-don’t w-want hooves! Make it stop!”

“Argghhh! It’s spreaaaading!” Sam cried out, moaning before his last words trailed off into a rather strange sound. His voice sounded like it was changing, shifting in pitch as he moaned. Sam’s chest snapped again; a series of popping noises sounded from his spine as he felt his humerus shifting up towards his ribcage. The result was a shortening of his upper arm, while more length appeared from the fusing bones of his lower arms and former human hands. Sam looked down at his new ungulate forelegs, moaning loudly as he peered down at the cloven hooves that’d once been his human fingers. The fur continued to spread up Sam’s arms, tingling across his blotching human flesh, before suddenly changing colour. The soft short black hairs quickly shifted into long coarse white strands. Before long, these strands lengthened into a thick pelt. Sam looked down and recognised the fluffy white fleece – wool. Sam looked down to see how his shirt sleeves had begun to strain with the sudden growth of white wool, disappearing beneath the pale purple fabric of his garment. It was undeniable now, what he was becoming, what they were both becoming. Sam felt his back pop loudly as the soft fluffy white wool spread beneath his shirt. He could feel it puffing out, straining his clothes and testing the limits of the stitching. Sam looked down to Fer and saw that his friend’s feet had already shifted out into the hind legs of a cloven beast, an ungulate – like him. The soft black fur spread across his thighs, then quickly shifted into the same soft fluffy white wool.

“H-help meeeee! N-nggghaaahh!” Fercho screamed as he ran his fingers across the soft fluffy wool, moaning deeply as he began to sink his fingers into the thick pile. Fer recognised it, but he didn’t want to believe it – he couldn’t. He felt the bones in his legs shifting and popping violently, his femur had already begun to lose length while his fibula and fibula fused together and grew longer. Fer looked down to see his transformed legs, cloven hooves replacing his feet, fluffy wool and black fur replacing his skin. He saw Sam moaning, gritting his teeth as he fumbled with his jeans.

“C-caaaaaan’t st-stop it!” Sam moaned, his words shifting again mid-sentence into an even more recognisable sound. He scraped his hooves down against his jeans as they loosened around his waist, his hips popping and shifting loudly, becoming slightly thinner than before. Fer peered across Sam’s feral hooves, his fluffy white wool and widening chest. The sight of Sam’s sturdy hooves awakened something within Fercho, something dormant. As the white wool spread across Fer’s lower body, he ran his hands across his innermost thighs. His breathing began to increase, his heart rate began to accelerate. His pants tightened at the sight of his friend changing, becoming this strong feral beast. Suddenly, Fer gasped as his hands found the object of his desire; his cock.

“Nghh-aaaahhhh…Baaaaaaah!” Fercho gasped, before his voice suddenly shifted drastically, morphing from a normal human moan, into the deep feral bleating of a, “Sheeeeeeep!” Fer bleated, looking down at his bulging groin, “We’re b-becoming…”

“R-raaaaaaams!” Sam replied in kind, his voice suddenly shifting out into deep feral bleat of a sheep. The other sheep in the field joined in, replying to their panicked bleats in kind. Sam’s eyes moved down to his friend and saw his bulging groin and furry legs. His eyes widened at the sight of his fluffy white wool, his slender cloven hooves, “F-Fer! I c-caaaaan’t!” Sam bleated again as he felt his own cock stirring in his pants. Like Fercho, Sam felt the same drive, the same primal need. It was pure cognitive dissonance. Confusion, fear, arousal and desperation flooded their brains, forcing their cocks to harden and their minds to falter.

“P-pleeeeeeeaase! I n-need,” Fercho replied, his words shifting into loud sheepish bleats. There was no rhyme or reason for his sudden arousal, his desperate need. He didn’t understand, nor was there a need to understand; Fercho simply needed to sate his lustful appetite, to satisfy his primal urge. Using his still human hands, Fer pulled off his shorts and threw them away. Sam kicked away his shoes and pushed his underwear down using his hard hooves, finding them a little more functional than he’d previously thought. Neither could refuse their lust, nor could they deny the pleasure they’d been feeling. The transformation was painless, but stranger still; it instilled a strange sense of bliss within them. The popping of bone, the shifting of skin and movement of ligament beneath their flesh. It was a bountiful feast of sensory ecstasy, alien desires too strange and too pleasurable to describe, and they wanted more. Fer didn’t waste any time and pulled up his red underwear, revealing his still human ass. Sam grunted as he felt his shirt straining from the sudden pressure of his wool until eventually, tears began to develop in the fabric. Fluffy white wool burst through the stretched holes and tearing seams, revealing that it’d grown far further than he'd expected; almost entirely covering his chest. Sam gasped at the sudden release of pressure and felt a strange sense of pride as more flesh was consumed with wool. It was warm, sensual and comforting. A loud groan parted his lips as Sam felt his neck shifting forwards, his spine popping loudly as something began to strain against his skull. Suddenly, something pointed and hard burst free from the skin above Sam’s temples. The skin moved apart to allow a new bony growth to force its way free from the human flesh, stretching back out and arching across Sam’s skull.

“Nghh, gaaah…mmm-b-baaahhh!” Sam grunted and groaned, before letting out a rather loud ovine bleat at the sudden strain and pressure of his growing horns. His face popped and shuddered as he felt his skull starting to shift out. Sam winced before peering down at Fer, his ovine friend. His cock throbbed at the sight of his fluffy white wool and tight pink asshole, untouched by the wool. Fer looked back at his friend, feeling his horns bracing out from the skin of his scalp, his facial features shifting, causing his glasses to wobble slightly. Sam didn’t understand why Fercho looked even more attractive now, merely the sight of his shifting features and crowning horns stirred a primal bestial lust within him.

“P-pleeeeeeeassse!” Fer moaned, raising his hooved hind legs in the air, presenting to his friend – his ram. Sam dropped to his knees – willingly. His mind was awash with desperate lust, terrified desire and blissful fear. Fer moaned as he saw Sam’s furry sheep forelegs and hooves slamming down next to his head, his still human cock sliding towards his asshole. Fer watched as Sam’s recognisable face began to stretch out into the muzzle of a sheep. He marvelled as Sam’s ears began to stretch and strain, more black fur spread up from the fluffy wool that’d grown around his lengthening neck and began to consume the former human flesh. Sam twitched his growing sheep ears as his horns grew longer. He snorted and groaned as he probed Fercho’s asshole with his still human cock, the precum that oozed from his tip provided ample lubrication. Finally, Sam found his mark and without warning; thrust forwards.

“Nghh! B-baaaaaah!” Fer cried out before his voice shifted entirely into the ovine bleat of a sheep. He couldn’t believe they were noises he was capable of producing, yet, as he was penetrated by his ram; it wasn’t the cries of a human that’d parted his lips, but the bestial mating call of a sheep. Sam heard Fercho’s moans shifting into the deep bleating of a ram, and replied in kind, willingly forgoing words and allowing himself to bleat. Sam’s cock throbbed as he replied to Fer’s mating call with his own. It felt good, so very wonderful to willingly bleat. Fer heard no human words leaving Sam’s mouth, no moans or human words that’d morphed into an unintentional bleat. He was speaking to Fer as a sheep – a ram. He thrust forward, his cock stretching Fer’s ass apart. Fer cried out in pleasure at the wonderful feeling of his friend inside him, thrusting against his cheeks, ramming him as only a ram could. Sam bleated again as he felt the sudden release of pressure from his barrelling chest, his shirt finally tearing apart from the expansion of his woolly fleece – A sheep’s coat.

“G-god…moooreeee!” Fer moaned as he watched Sam’s shirt tearing apart to reveal a fluffy white fleece, the very sight of it made his prostate ache and throb with need. Fer delighted in how his voice shifted from human words, into the loud feral bleats of a sheep. He bleated again and again as he was rocked back and forth by Sam’s humping, his ass being pounded hard by the ram’s constant barrage of thrusts. Both Fer and Sam felt their remaining human limbs shifting as they fucked like beasts. Sam’s feet began to change and stretched forwards against the grass, while Fer’s hands shuddered and popped as he grabbed Sam’s woolly hide, enjoying the feeling of his soft fluffy fleece – while he still could. Fer could feel the wonderful warmth of his own woolly coat growing from his skin as it spread up his spine, tingling beneath his black t-shirt and eventually cresting around his neck. Fer bleated happily at how wonderful it felt, the warmth of the wool, the comfort of his new white fleece. Fer couldn’t understand it, why or how all of this was happening. But the more he tried to think, the harder it became to focus on anything except the blissful sensation of his transformation and the sexual ecstasy of the ram who fucked him into beast-hood. All Fercho knew was that he wanted more. He wanted to feel Sam’s ovine cock explode inside him, to feel his body become entirely covered in fleece and fur – to become a dumb sheep. Nothing else would slake his lust, nothing else could bring him to the point of release. He knew, deep down; that Sam felt the same. He didn’t want to fight it, he wanted to embrace it. 

Fer moaned as he felt his face changing. His nose popped loudly as his skull shifted forward, his horns strained down against the grass as his ears started to grow wider. He could feel his glasses wobbling free from his stretching ovine ears, now barely dangling over his partially sheepish snout. Fer peered down to see his friend’s face stretching out even further. Fur tingled across his cheeks while his nostrils shifted shape. Sam gritted his teeth as he felt his cock oozing precum by the bucketload. He could feel the wool spreading down his spine towards his ass which had begun to shift in shape. The shifting of his pelvis and lower body squeezed his prostate, forcing oozing precum to spurt into Fer’s ass. His horns strained as his skull shifted, his face now appearing more ovine than human, yet he couldn’t stop. Fercho moaned as he looked up, staring at his friend and delighted at how his features began to fade away and become ovine in appearance. He marvelled at how Sam’s eyes began to move apart, shifting to the side of his head as his nasal cavity expanded. Fercho wanted to feel that, he wanted to become, like Sam – a horny ram.

“M-mooooore! Maaaaaaake m-me a r-raaaaaaaam!” Fercho moaned, his voice shifting out again and again into the deep feral bleats of a sheep. He couldn’t hold himself back, he couldn’t control his desires and emotions, his lustful desperation or his ovine bleating. It was as if he had no impulse control, no sense of civility or forethought, just raw animal instinct. Sam thrust harder and faster as his cock ached inside Fer’s asshole. Fercho could feel his spine shifting back against the grass as Sam thrust. With every pounding slam from his friend - his ram - Fercho could feel something growing against the grass. He knew what was growing out from his lower back, what was pressing down against the green grass. Sam could also feel that same growth tingling the cleft of his buttocks, the tug on his anus as the muscles rearranged itself. With every thrust of Sam’s hips, with every bleat that left their morphing lips, Fer and Sam’s newly forming tails grew even longer. Soft fluffy white wool puffed up around their fleshy appendages, crowning their shifting buttocks with a newly formed sheepish tail. Both Fer and Sam wiggled their woolly tails happily, grunting and bleating like animals, like sheep; as they continued to fuck mindlessly as only two beasts could

Fer moaned before bleating again, willingly. He could feel his neck shifting as it grew longer, the vertebrae creaking and popping as they shifted position. Fer bleated happily as he felt his skull shifting forwards, becoming longer and wider. He peered down his lengthening muzzle, hands grasping Sam’s woolly fleece tightly, his fingers fusing and stretching as his nails began to change into hooves. He longed to be complete, to feel his features fading away into nothing but the muzzle of a ram. Deep down, Fer knew there wasn’t any stopping it now, no halting their transformation. Sam winced as his face popped again, his skull shuddering and shifting as another wave of transformation flushed into his remaining human features. Fercho watched in primal delight as Sam’s top set of incisors began to sink into his gums, his lips shifting around a new ovine muzzle. Black fur consumed his former human skin entirely until Fer no longer recognised his friend. His face had disappeared entirely, replaced with the snout of a feral ram. Sam’s horns finally finished growing out, now so large they curled around his large black ears.

Fercho bleated in shock as Sam opened his eyes, the once blue irises had changed to a deep yellow and had consumed his sclera. No white was visible, and his pupil had grown into a rod-like shape. There was nothing human left in Sam’s eyes or face, only the bestial visage of a sheep looked back. Fer bleated loudly, feeling his throat shuddering as he produced an entirely inhuman ovine mating call. He tried to speak, tried to moan, to beg for more; but he could speak as a sheep – the beast he’d become. His neck and face popped again as Sam joined in with his fervent bleating, appearing almost entirely ovine. Fer wanted to be like his friend, to become nothing but a stupid beast. He wanted to feel his eyes changing, his skull shifting. He looked up at Sam’s feral muzzle, his black furry lips, sheepish nose and ovine eyes; knowing that this would happen to him, this was his fate – soon.

Fer’s ass clenched tightly as he felt Sam’s human cock shifting inside, his hands shifted out even further as his skeleton began to rearrange. Slowly but surely, Sam’s member began to extend inside his herd mate; growing longer, thinner and harder. Fer bleated in pleasure as he felt his own cock changing, the skin fusing to his belly, his glans shifting forwards as it extended forth from a dark furry sheath – the prick of a ram. Fer wanted to reach down, he wanted to grab his lengthening ram cock and stroke it, to bleat in delight at how wonderful that slick red flesh felt against his fingers. Alas, Fer no longer had hands to grab with and instead found pleasure in the sensation of Sam’s fluffy fleece rubbing up against it as he thrust back and forth. Like Sam’s arms, Fer’s hands were stretching into forelegs, hooved appendages to make walking upon all fours easier. Fer groaned and bleated as his balls grew larger and sagged down against Sam’s aching ramrod, new sheep seed began to churn within as a coat of soft black fur consumed them. Sam’s slick red sheep cock seemed to find its way even further inside Fer’s aching furry asshole, teasing his prostate and bringing them both closer to climax. Both Sam and Fer’s remaining human limbs were almost entirely transformed, their arms and legs now functioning as forelegs and hindlegs respectively. 

Fer looked down to see a fully transformed sheep fucking him – mating with him. They would simply two more rams to join the flock. Two extra sheep to add into the ranks of a herd that they’d be joining soon – they couldn’t wait. Fer’s prostate began to swell and throb with a strange pulsing sensation. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his final climax. Fer tried to beg his friend to fuck him faster but could only bleat with desperate need. Sam bleated in kind and thrust faster and harder. They were both close, close to climax – to completion. Fercho’s face popped again as he winced. He felt his skull shuddering and shifting forwards. His prostate ached as his ram cock oozed precum onto his fluffy white fleece. 

Sam’s throbbing ram cock pounded Fer’s tight ovine ass, their hands and legs shifted into their final forms. Their position felt awkward now, yet they continued. They were so close. Fer could feel his face shifting, his thoughts fading. Sam’s ram cock shuddered inside Fer’s tight ass. Fer clenched his ass around his friend’s sheep cock, a sudden wave of orgasmic bliss washed through him. Finally, orgasm. Warmth spilt into Fercho’s asshole as the Ram emptied himself into his herd mate, the blissful sensation of throbbing against his innermost walls only added to the ecstasy of his orgasm. Fercho opened his eyes, the once human irises expanding, changing colour from brown to yellow. His pupils shifted shape, morphing from round dots to ovine rods. He bleated in bliss as his prostate exploded within his loins, his throbbing red ram cock jettisoned the remainder of his human seed across his white fluffy fleece. Fercho could feel his thoughts fading, his humanity shrinking away. He tried to hold onto his human self, his primate ego, but like the cum that erupted from his throbbing red ram cock, he could not stop his thoughts flowing away.

“B-baaaaahhh!” Fercho bleated loudly, releasing his tenable grip on his lost humanity and finally allowing himself to become complete. The other sheep in the field bleated in kind, celebrating Fercho and Sam’s orgasm, but most of all; their abatement. He cried out as only a ram could at the bliss of his orgasm. Sam bleated in kind, the two rams shuddering and thrusting, finalising their union. Finally, they were complete.

Sam and Fercho basked in their respective climaxes, enjoying the afterglow of their sexual ecstasy. Both rams snorted as Sam pulled away from his herd mate, bleating loudly as he removed his red sheep cock from Fer’s stretched tail hole. Fer fell onto his side, bleating happily as his own cock dribbled onto the grass. After a few attempts, Fer managed to push himself up onto his new hooved legs. Both newly transformed rams found no issues walking about on their newly configured legs as if quadrupedal locomotion was second nature. Sam bleated happily as he wandered over to his fellow ram and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. Their hard horns knocked against each other as they bleated happily, their long red ovine dicks oozing onto the grass before they were pulled back into their furry black sheaths. Finally, the rest of the herd wandered over, bleating loudly and welcoming the two newest members of the herd. The last shreds of clothing fell away from Fercho and Sam’s Fleece. The tattered remains of their former human lives were left in the grass, insignificant pieces of their past selves.

As they disappeared into the crowd of sheep, it became impossible for a passing human to pick them out. To a man, all the sheep looked the same. But not to Fer and Sam. To them, they’d joined a new community, a herd of unique individuals with their own different sights and scents.

They were now, truly, part of the flock.