Leggy Lamb

It's that time of year again. The nights have become shorter, while the days have only become longer and hotter. You're not the only one to notice the change in season either. The sheep have started complaining that it's too hot. They always complain about something, but you are a respectable farmer and the sheep's well being is your responsibility. So like a good shepherd you go grab your shearer and a stool before you start walking towards your wool shed.

        On your way to the shed you can see your sheep laying under one of the bigger trees on your farm to escape the scorching mid day sun. Just as you were passing by their shady salvation from the oppressive sunlight a single ewe happened to notice your passing. Normally she would have gone right back to sleep, but she saw that you were carrying a stool and your shearer. Her mind was sent a flutter with thoughts of no longer being baked alive in her dense soft, fluffy wool that she once treasured for its warmth in the Winter and Fall, but now is despised for that very same warmth in Spring and Summer. So she got up as quietly as she could and crept her way towards you. She may love the rest of her flock dearly, but she has no intention of suffering from this heat any longer and she also has no intention anxiously waiting her turn in a line of other fussy sheep.

        Just as you reach the shed and put the stool down you hear a small clinking sound from behind you. When you turn towards the sound you are greeted by the small and shy smile of one of your sheep. You can tell right away which one it is thanks to the small bell tied around her neck. This one is usually the most fussy and noisy when the temperature begins to rise and her warm furry wool becomes an unbearably stifling sweater that cannot be taken off. Thankfully though, you know how to help the poor little darling. You smile warmly back at her and motion for her to come closer so you can begin the long process of shearing your sheep.

        She happily bleated has she quickly bound over to where you have seated yourself in preparation for the meticulous job of shearing your sheep. Once the little ewe stood in front of you and calmed down enough to stand still you reached out your hand to dust of her precious wool and to get a feel for how thick it has grown. Picking out twigs, bits of dirt, and any other things that may have found themselves clinging to her fur until you were satisfied you could find no more.

        Once that was done you told her the words that she has waiting to hear since she first spied you carrying your stool and that wonderful shearer and those words were simply, “I’m going to start now.”

         So you turned the shearer on, once she heard those mechanical blades started buzzing like a small swarm of bees she couldn’t help fidgeting a little in anticipation, well, until you chided her for being so impatient and that if she moves to much you could accidentally nick her with the shearer. Remembering how much it does hurt quickly fixed her fidgeting. With the naughty sheep now behaving herself you could finally begin.

        You start, like you always do, at her feet. The shearer smoothly goes up halfway on her shin followed shortly behind by your free hand to make sure it was a clean cut. Even with the first cut and the rubbing of your other hand the little ewe already had goose bumps from her long hidden sensitive skin being exposed to a cooler environment and then quickly followed by your warm hand. This process was done several more times until you were satisfied and you had removed all the wool from her knee down on her right leg.

        Next came the thigh of her right leg. Just like before you moved the shearer across her leg followed shortly by your other hand, but this time you could hear a small gasp from the ewe since her thighs have always been a bit over sensitive. You take another small chunk of wool off her thigh and again she makes that small adorable little gasp again.

        Well that is until you start moving further up her thigh and then those little gasps turn into small half stifled moans from your hand now rubbing from the middle of her thigh to her hip. She manages to keep those little moans of hers contained, but when you tell her to spread her stance so you can get at the wool on inside of her thigh she isn’t so sure she can contain her moans anymore. She would have been able to keep from making a noise if it wasn’t for your horrible and wonderful other hand that always follows your shears.

        Just as she feared, she couldn’t help but let out a light moan has your hand rubbed up her now bare and smooth inner thigh. You, of course, always marveled at how silky smooth the sheep’s skin felt underneath that concealing wool. Of course anyone would linger slightly longer on that delicately smooth skin after feeling the spongy thick wool preventing you from feeling such soft skin. Yes, anyone couldn’t help but linger on that soft thigh flesh after feeling the wool, at least that’s what you rationalize has you try to calm your breathing. Those damned cute little moans she just has to make only egg you      on further causing your hand to move ever slower each time. Any healthy young man would do the same right?

        Well regardless you’re done with her right leg and then move onto the left one, but history has a nasty way of repeating itself. Especially when her left leg is just as sensitive as her right. Again it starts with little gasps, then becomes half moans, until they’re finally cute little full moans again with your hand moving slower each time. This time though you have to pause for a few minutes and mentally prepare yourself for the next part to be sheared, her cute round, little rear.

        With a few quick deep breaths you are finally prepared for the next part and so is our sexy. Cute! Cute sheep! Yes, that’s what I meant. Well… anyways you tell her to turn around so you can get the wool that’s on her bottom. You notice a deep blush and maybe what was the smallest hint of a smile? No, you must have just imagined it, right? Regardless, she turns around until her back is facing you, but then she does something that you weren’t prepared for. She slowly bends forward until all you can see of her is those luscious legs and that now heart-shaped butt of hers. To make matters worse, and your blood-pressure rise even higher, you quickly notice that her tempting little butt is exactly eye level to you while you’re sitting on the stool.

        Well… better get back to work you tell yourself as you audibly gulp and quickly wipe some sweat from your brow. A futile action since more will quickly replace the ones you wiped off, but the action did help calm you down a little. With slightly steadier hands you bring up the shearer to do what it does best. Stripping the wool from sheep so you can see the naughty pink skin that’s hidden underneath. Though it’s not the shearer that causes the little ewe to coo in pleasure. No, that privilege is reserved for your hand that is slowly traveling up the smooth flesh on her rear that was recently exposed. You have to apply a bit more pressure when shearing this part of sheep, because the skin here is softer and more pliant. I mean what kind of shepherd would you be if you didn’t make sure you did a thorough job and sheared off all that censoring wool so all that is left is that adorable pink skin. Again more wool comes off to expose more pink and again your hand will be the first thing to touch it. With each sweep of the shearer and the rubbing of your hand the little ewe’s coos and moans increase in strength and sound. If you didn’t know any better you would swear she’s doing it on purpose. With one final motion of the shearer, along with your hand, there is no longer any wool covering the little ewe’s cute soft, pink butt.

        You turn off the shearer for now and set it down so both of your hands can be free for what you’re about to do. Your ewe looks back questionably wondering why you stopped, until she felt you grip, rub, and knead a cheek in each hand. All she could do then is sincerely moan out her gratitude for your impromptu massage. You, of course, were just making sure you hadn’t missed and stray patches of wool and since she has been bent over the entire time you decided to massage her muscles there. You wouldn’t want her to get a cramp from being in that position for as long as she as been after all. It also gives you a chance to fully appreciate what has been hidden away from you for so long. Each cheek is wonderfully soft to the touch and your fingers just sink in when you squeeze them. The entire time you are doing this you notice her little tail is cutely waving back and forth excitedly thanks to your ministrations.

        You finally sigh and remove your hands so you can get back to the task at hand and only get a demanding whine from your ewe for stopping. That whine soon turns into a melodic giggle as you quickly shave the wool of her little tail. Since she realizes you are down with her rear, much to her disappointment, she slowly rises back to standing straight, but she does so slowly enough that you can see the muscles of her legs and rear moving and tempting you to touch them once again. Once fully upright she quickly spins until she is once again facing and just like before she is still wearing that deep blush and shy little smile for you. That look causes you to wear your own smaller blush, but you quickly stand to help hide it and put your hand palm up.

        She knows exactly what this gesture means and so she lightly puts her delicate hand in yours so you can do her arms next. She grips your hand ever so lightly with her own and shyly watches as you take the wool off of her forearm piece by piece. You quickly finish with her forearm and begin working from her elbow to her shoulder. You had to adjust your position to hers so you could get a better angle to work with, but you do notice with this position and the two of you holding hands that it looks as if you were in the middle of dancing. The thought cause you to blush further so you put your mind back into shearing. Next you have her raise her arm straight up so you can shear the underside of it. The vibration from the shearer cause her to cover her mouth with her other hand and try to stop herself from giggling. She does well until you reach her armpit, then she can no longer contain that sweet laugh. You chuckle at her as you let her inspect your work. Once she is satisfied you hadn’t missed a spot she gives you her other hand so you can do the same for her left arm.

        When both of her arms are finished she ends up looking as if she’s wearing a one-piece bathing suit because of the wool that is still on her body. Rather cute you think to yourself, but your mind is quickly brought back to the present as she takes off the bell around her neck so you can get the wool on her torso. With a sudden start you realize without that bell she now is completely naked before you. Well, except for what’s left of the wool covering her, but you’re about to change that soon. She then guides you down so that you are sitting on the stool once again. Her taking the lead as thrown you off balance long enough for her to take a rather bold action. Which is turning around and sitting herself into your lap. This causes you to stiffen up and momentarily hold your breath, until she holds up your shearer to you. Apparently she wants you to shear the wool from her front this way. You relax a little as you take the shearer from her, but then she again surprises you by leaning back into your chest like someone would with a comfortable chair. With little else to do you simply turn the shearer back on and prepare yourself to cut the wool from stomach as she distractingly runs her fingertips over the stubble on your chin and neck.

         You spread your legs apart which causes hers to spread as well so you can get easier access to her front. This action causes her to look down while covering her face with her left hand, but her right hand hasn’t stopped from twirling your hair around her first finger cutely. You take the shearer and run it down her stomach to reveal the pink skin underneath. This time, though, your hand isn’t alone when you rub her newly exposed pink skin. One of her hands rest atop your hand as you touch each newly exposed portion of the skin on her stomach. Her other hand is busy with caressing your cheek while she stares up at you as you gaze intently down at your work. You can feel her warm breath being exhaled onto the side off your face as you work along with her heart trying to beat in tune with yours. Those combined are surprisingly relaxing to feel as you work to finally expose all of her pink belly to the world and more importantly your eyes.

        With her stomach finished you use your legs to further spread hers for the next and most delicate part of her to be shaved. She grips the front of your shirt in her little hands and tightly closes her eyes shut along with an even deeper shade of crimson blush in preparation for you to shear the wool of her pubic mound. As lightly and carefully as you can you move the shearer in a quick and smooth stroke, but the vibrations the devilish little machine makes still causes her to throw her head back into your shoulder and grip your shirt even tighter. Your touch there is feather light and lingers there only long enough to make sure it was a clean shave. If your touch were to stay any longer than for that purpose you could no longer consider yourself a gentleman after all. You quickly finish for her sake and yours.

        Once you’re done you pause long enough for the little ewe to compose herself, calm her breathing, and to finally let your shirt out of her death grip. After she calms down enough to let your shirt go you take that as the signal she’s ready for you start again. Now this part is a bit more fun for the both of you since it helps take some weight off of her chest and you get to be the one to take that weight off of her chest. You start by going straight up between her breasts to her collar. Your hand goes a bit further up so you can rub up her neck and chin which she rewards with one of her cute little coos. Though that coo is quickly silenced by her biting her bottom lip as you begin exposing her right breast. You’re being a bit more gentle so as not to accidentally catch her nipple with your shearer, but luckily that’s not a concern for your free hand though. The flesh here is just as soft as the rest of her if not more so. Like most sheep she doesn’t have the biggest breast, unlike those enormous udders you’ve seen on cows, but they usually are big enough to fill your hands. The little ewe quickly and quite strongly grips her breast through your while squirming in your lap. Oh dear, you better hurry up and finish shearing her chest before she becomes too feisty for you to continue.

        You shave the wool from her left breast a bit more quickly than her right much to the ewe’s chagrin. Even when she’s pouting it’s adorable. You shake your head while laughing at her little tantrum and tell that she needs to get up so you can shear her back. For some reason this causes her to quit sulking and instead of a pout she now wears an almost cat-like grin. You quickly find out why her mood suddenly changed so fast as she moves about until she has you close your legs and then lays down on your thighs. Then just like a rabbit snare she crosses her legs behind your waist and pulls your two bodies closer together while hugging your legs behind your knees. And just like a rabbit caught in a snare you won’t be getting out of this until you’re set free by the one who set the trap. With how demanding and assertive she’s becoming you would be worried she might be a wolf hiding in a sheep’s wool. Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve shaven most of that wool off already.

        Since it seems you won’t be going anywhere for a while you might as well give in to her demands. So you turn the shearer back on and begin shearing her lower back. Your hand rubbing up and down her lower back combined with the constant vibrations being applied to her spine has her melting into your touch with a constant string of coos and moans along with the relaxing and gripping of your waist with her legs. Each stroke of the shearer sends shivers through only for her to arch her back at your ever questing touches upon her sensitive body. All the sounds and motions she’s making while tightly clinging to your waist is slowly bringing out some darker desires which begin to show with your grin turning ever more wolfish. So helpless and tantalizing she looks with more and more of her pink skin being exposed. Oh, you can now understand why those wolves try ever so hard to lure your sheep into their forest for their own twisted desire. Maybe a small indulgence wouldn’t hurt, right?

        No! They are your flock and you are their shepherd. You protect them from all those devious wolves and other such scoundrels and they give you their wool, their company, and the naughty fun of stripping their wool off to truly make them naked. Thankfully, your convictions no longer need to be pushed since you realize, this time to your chagrin, that you are finished with her back. You trail your fingertip from the bottom of her spin all the way to her shoulders just to see her shiver and moan one last time before you tell her that her head is all that’s left now.

        She simply sighs happily and slowly gets off you lap so you can stand finally stretch. After cracking your back and neck you have her sit on your stool so she can finally be fully freed from her confining wool. Shaving the wool off her head is very simple and quick, but that doesn’t mean you should rush. After all, who would want to rush while she’s humming such a cute little song? Well just like you knew, her head was shaved in only a few minutes even with you still rubbing her now bald little, pink head. Speaking of pink, that’s all you can now see on her except for her feet and hands being black making her look as if she was wearing socks and gloves.

        You don’t get to admire her smooth delicate, pink and curvy body for long. She quickly gets up and rushes over to a small table in the shed with a box on it. You see, the box contains cans of lotion that you use on your sheep after their wool has been sheared off. The lotion is specially made for sheep skin, though it works just fine for humans as well. The lotion is used to make sure sheep don’t get any rashes or razor burns from being sheared and it is said to promote healthy skin for them. Regardless of if it’s true or not, your lovely sheep just love having it rubbed into their skin after you’ve sheared them. The only reason you have so much is because shepherd’s get a discount, but the real reason is because you couldn’t resist your entire flock begging for the lotion all together with big eyes and quivering lips. They’re too clever for their own good you quietly think to yourself. Well, you can’t really do much about it now since you already bought enough to last you through many sheerings to come.

        She excitably skips back to you while holding one of the canisters of lotion. All you can do is seat yourself and begin opening the lotion as she happily bounces in anticipation. Once you have a decently sized glob of lotion on your hand you tell her you’ll start with her legs again. The saucy little ewe quickly puts her foot on your thigh and places her hands on your shoulders for support. It starts innocently enough with you rubbing the lotion into her leg, but the further north you travel on her skin the more demanding she becomes. Somehow, much to your confusion, you end up kneeling on the ground in front of her as she sits on your stool while you continue rubbing lotion into her pink skin. Not once do the two of you ever lose contact with one another. Whether it be your hand on a part of her body or her resting a different part of herself on your body. You do the job as thorough as humanly possible. Not single nook, cranny, crevice, curve, or spot is left untouched. Your hands have rubbed, groped, and gripped one-hundred percent of her delicate pink, curvy body. In all likelihood you could probably draw her entire body blindfolded now if asked to.

        The two of you, throughout all your fun, end with you holding her in your lap face to face with her tightly hugging you and rubbing her face against your chest. With her cradled in your lap you reach over and pick up her long ago discarded bell. She noticed what you had and leaned back enough for you tie the bell back around her neck. Once it was securely tied around her neck and your hands were down she quickly kissed your cheek before she hopped off your lap to go back to the grassy fields. You sit there momentarily stunned by her show of affection. That is, until you turn to look where she ran off to, but instead was greeted with the rest of your flock intently staring at you with varying degrees of desire, excitement, and anticipation. With a horrible yet wonderful realization you think to yourself one down and six more to go. You guess it’s just another wonderful day in Latveria you mutter to yourself.