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Archive-name: Bestial/sheepsty.txt
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Archive-title: Sheep Story
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The young man stretched his legs out and turned over to get the sun out
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of his eyes. Sighing, he sat up, stretched his lanky arms above his
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head, and reached for the pottery jug next to him. Raising it to his
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lips, he took a long, slow draw of the wine, a bit warm from being out
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in the sun. but thirst quenching all the same. He missed the village
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lass he had become enamored of, but alas, Heidi had left to visit her
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grandparents on the other side of the valley. Leaning back in the
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dappled shade of the gnarled old tree, he stared up into the leaves and
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began to day-dream about her. The smooth creamy texture of her pale
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skin, the firm, young breasts, ample even at her age...the wondrous
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sparkle of her bright eyes, their blue framed by thick black lashes. The
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long, shapely legs that flashed out from beneath her skirts when he
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chased her across the meadow. The silky, flower-scented hair of
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sun-kissed blonde, hanging to her waist, and usually wreathed with wild
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daisies. Her slender waist, flaring down into full hips. And oh, those
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soft, cool hands that drove him to such frenzy when she daringly would
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sneak them beneath his breeches to fondle him...
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Oh god! Heidi! he thought, why are you so far away?! He became painfully
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aware of a throbbing in his groin, as his desire caused his manhood to
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strain against the breeches he wore, unfortunately, an old somewhat
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tight pair. What to do? Heidi not here. He didn't want to go seeking one
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of the other village girls, not that enough of then didn't cast a long
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glance whenever he walked by, he was according to Heidi, the most
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handsome youth on either side of the valley. Tall, well-muscled, though
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still somewhat a bit lanky due to his age. Broad shouldered, slim
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hipped, and tanned by his hours watching the cows and sheep for his
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parents. Stormy grey eyes that Heidi said made her knees weak when she
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looked into them, and a boyish face with a ready smile. Heidi said it
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was all this and his wondrous blue black raven's wing hair that made her
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first notice him, though she said it was his gentleness and the way he
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looked at her that made her do more than just look at him. The thought
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of THAT made him groan, wanting release, but not wanting anyone but HER.
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Damn it all, Heidi! Why do your grandparents have to live over there?!
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And why couldn't they just come to see you?!
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Standing up, he glanced to check on the small cattle herd grazing by the
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stream. All fine. Contentedly munching away at the sweet meadow grasses.
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"Baaaaaaaaa! Baaaaaaaaaa!" a plaintive bleat suddenly reached his ears.
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Uh oh! Trouble! He picked up his staff, and hurried off towards the
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frightened sounding sheep. One, two, three, four...Eight, nine,
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ten...Wait! Where's the other one? The young black ewe that was born
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just last winter? "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" came the wild bleating again...
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Over there! Behind the pile of rocks left by that bad avalanche two
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winters ago...He rounded the side of the rock pile, and saw the cause of
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the distress. The young ewe had her foot caught in a crevise in the
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rock. He strode over and tried to free the hoof. The ewe rolled her eyes
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and bleated plaintively. "Shhhhh! It's all right, Little One," he said,
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trying to calm the struggling ewe. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" "Shhhhhhh,
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shhhhhh!" he murmured, trying to pull as gently as possible so as to not
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damage the already bleeding hoof any further.
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He suddenly became aware of the soft cushiony feel of the ewe's
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hindquarters thrust against his crotch. Warm, wooly, and oh so
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soft...No! He shouldn't be thinking such things! But, but...what would
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be the harm? He wouldn't REALLY be cheating on Heidi, would he? And the
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ewe certainly wouldn't spread tales on him! The warmth of the ewe
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pressing back into him drove all other thought from his mind. Reaching
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down, he gently pushed her forward, and undid the laces at his waist,
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pulling his breeches down around his feet.
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"Shhhhhhh, there, it will be all right, Little One!" he murmured, as he
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pulled her hindquarters into position and guided himself into place.
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With one last guilty shrug of his shoulders, he gently thrust home. The
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ewe gave a startled bleat and rolled its eyes wildly. It tried to move
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away, but he kept a firm hold of its legs, his hands gripping tightly
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into the thick wool. "No, Little One, I won't hurt you...But I'll not
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let you go just yet, either!" he said quietly, pulling her back into
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place. The ewe tried to jump away, but he held on tightly, and found he
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was becoming quite excited by her continued bucking motions. Moaning, he
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began to thrust in earnest, the warm moistness enveloping him even
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tighter than his own beloved Heidi.
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"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" bleated the sheep, its struggles less violent.
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"Ahhhhhhh --- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the shepherd groaned as he suddenly
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spent himself within the sheep. He slowly withdrew, a slight smile on
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his face, and a pat to the ewe's rump. She had somehow managed to work
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the hoof free, and stood docilely by, cropping at a plant.
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"Ummmmm, ahhh, thank you, Little One," murmured Hans. A sudden commotion
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alerted him to further trouble. Voices! Better gt the breeches up, and
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fast! He was just finishing tying the laces when he heard the voices
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again, closer this time. "Hans! Where are you, boy!"
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"Father! Over here! The black sheep had caught her hoof in a crevice, I
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had to free her," he called, as he hurriedly straightened his pants,
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brushing the dry grass from them.
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"Son! Do you realize the cows wandered away and the sheep got into the
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corn while you were making your rescue?" His father frowned at him,
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striding closer as he scolded. "You should have blown your horn to alert
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me you needed a hand."
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Hans stared at his feet, then looked apologetically at his father. "I'm
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sorry, Papa. I had no idea it would take so long to free her hoof," he
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said sheepishly.
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His father frowned, then shrugged and smiled. "Ahh well, no real harm
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was done. Your mother saw the sheep run into the cornfield as she was
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hanging clothes to dry, and she helped me chase them out before they
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could do much damage." He thumped his son on the shoulder. "Come on
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home, now. Your mother has our meal about ready, and you know how she
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hates for it to get cold."
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Hans and his father herded the cattle back into the fenced pasture near
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their cottage, and checked to make sure the sheep were securely in their
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pen. Hans cast a fond glance at the little black ewe and smiled. The ewe
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blinked large liquid brown eyes at him and trotted off to the far corner
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of the pen.
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