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Weresheep Girlfriend: Mary 3 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-01-11 21:00:02 +0000 UTCI open the door and Mary falls inside. I kneel down to pick her up and am shocked by her eyes. They look like sheep’s eyes, but are still the same crystal blue. Her hair is extremely curly too and turning pure white. The tips of her fingers are very stiff and turning brown, and her legs looked painfully bent.
“What are you doing here?” I snap at her.
Mary cries and wraps her arms around me. “It hurts!”
Demeter comes trotting over with the basket of mushrooms in her mouth.
“Here!” I grab one and offer it to her. “Try these. They’re supposed to help.”
Mary whimpers. “I hate mushrooms!”
I roll my eyes. “It’ll help you! Trust me, you have to eat it.”
She tosses her head and hides her face against my shoulder, whimpering in pain. I huff and put the mushroom in my mouth. I then lift Mary’s head and kiss her, she gasps in alarm and I shove the mushroom inside. I keep kissing her, hoping she would eat it and swallow it.
Once she does, she breathes deeply, the metamorphosis begins to halt, but it doesn’t go away all at once. She lifts her head up, tears still streaming down her face.
“How did you get here?” I whisper to her.
She sniffles. “I didn’t know what else to do. I started walking through the woods when I saw my eyes begin to change. My parents have traps now set all around the house after what I told them. I knew I couldn’t be there.”
I sit beside Mary and mop up her face. “It’s okay now. These mushrooms should help, whether you like it or not.”
Mary leans into my palm. “Thank you, Bo.”
I smile softly at her. “You have buck teeth again.”
“What?” She blurts and covers her mouth. “Don’t be cruel! I’ve suffered enough tonight! But I won’t suffer those teeth again!”
I try to keep from laughing, but it’s hard. “Like when you were little, only bigger somehow!”
Mary shoves me. “Don’t tease me!”
I look at her with a large smile on my face. “I am not, I like it! I always liked your teeth. You were my little bunny, remember?”
Mary’s eyes soften and she lowers her hand. “I remember.”
“I miss that,” I murmur. “When we were kids.”
Mary nods, stretching her legs out before her, though they were shaped like a faun’s and covered in thick white wool. “So do I.”
I move my hand and place it over hers. “Why did that change?”
She remains quiet for a long spell until Demeter comes over and lays her head in her lap. Mary smiles, stroking her black wool and rubbing her ears. “She’s a very pretty ewe. Are you making yarn from her?”
“Working on it.”
Mary looks back at me. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, her voice cracking as she gathers the nerve. “I know I became horrible when Braun announced the engagement. I tried to blame it on so many things, but it was me and just me.”
I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?”
Her grimace crinkles her nose in a cute way, and she avoids looking directly at me. “Because I was jealous.”
“Of me?” I laugh.
“No! Of Braun, my brother.” She looks me in the eye and pouts. “He got to marry you and I...I couldn’t-”
Demeter bleats and snuggles to Mary happily. Meanwhile, I can barely breathe to make any sort of sound.
“I loved you immensely and when Braun said you were engaged, it choked the life out of me,” Mary sniffles. “I wanted to-”
“Oh, Mary,” I whisper.
She shakes her head and when she tries to run her fingers through her hair, she grows frustrated by the curly wool on her head, so more tears fall. “Don’t say a word. I don’t need it. I don’t blame you for hating me. I would too.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Mary looks at me. “I ruined everything, and when you needed me most, I was a thoughtless coward. You really should hate me.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“And why not?”
I stretch my neck and kiss her, planting it on her cheek and then slipping to the side of her mouth. Her fingers caress the sides of my face and I feel her lips move upon mine. The kiss is soft and warm, so I find myself leaning into the touch. As the kiss deepens, Mary turns her body more towards me, leaning closer.
Demeter bleats and I slowly open my eyes and see her walking out the door with a waggle of her tail. Mary chuckles softly, touching her lips as she sits back. “I thought it was one sided.”
“It was,” I murmur. “I never realized. I still barely can.” I look back at her and smile shyly. “I lost sight of what I wanted when I no longer could see you, though. Now that you’re here again, even if the situation is dire, I am happy.”
Mary kisses my cheek and neck. “I wish I was not a coward. I have wasted so much time without you.”
I wake in the morning with Mary laying in my lap. Sun shines through the cracks in the boards and hits me painfully in the eyes. I grumble irritably and try to swat it away. Mary rises, rubbing her eyes which have returned to normal, as have her legs, but they are still covered in curly white wool. Her hair, too, has remained pure white.
“So it was not a dream,” Mary sighs sleepily.
“Sorry, it wasn’t.”
Mary cups her hands around my face and kisses me. “No, that’s a good thing.” Her smile is radiant, blinding me more than the sunlight. “I should probably head home. But this is awful.” She touches her wool covered legs. “I can’t go home looking like this.”
“I can shear it, if you like.” I stand and go to the tools on the wall.
“Will it hurt?”
I carefully take her leg. “Of course not.” I tend to her legs, shearing off the white wool gently and slowly. I run my hands up her long legs, marveling at how perfect they are. Mary’s cheeks redden as I touch her and I notice her thighs pinch together. When I finish, there is a pile on the floor beside her. I gather it up and stuff it into a bucket.
“Thank you,” she sighs heavily. “Now, I really should go. My parents must be worried.”
“I can take you back, if you’d like.”
Mary kisses me again, bending down so she can meet my lips. “Stay here, take care of your father.” She brushes my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“Then take some of these.” I offer her a handful of the mushrooms. “Eat some through the day, and especially before the sunsets.”
She sneers, curling up her lip at the sight of them. “I hate mushrooms.”
“For me?”
Mary kisses me again. “Fine. I will try.” I walk with her to the gates, waving goodbye as she walks away. I leave the roving to be finished later and go back to bed. Though I am perturbed by the kisses we shared, it is the fact I enjoyed it rather than that it happened.
I go back to the house and begin making breakfast. While I am cooking, my father wakes, having been none the wiser to what happened the night before. I contemplate telling him about Henry, but how I should explain it to him and what he might say makes me believe I should stay silent.
There is a knock at the door and my father answers to find the constable outside, who gives my father Demeter and says that the stolen sheep were found in one of the stone buildings belonging to Mary’s family.
“It was abandoned, or so the master of the house said,” the constable says. “It looked like someone was living there, so they’re starting a search and destroying the excess stone buildings. Apparently Lady Mary claimed to have seen something stalking around the farm a few nights ago. Her folks almost trapped something last night, all they got was a finger. But, this little ewe was one of the ones locked up. Mary said I should return it right away.”
“Could’ve kept this one. My daughter brought it home. But thank you for letting us know.” My father says.
He takes Demeter back to the barn then lets out the remaining sheep. When he comes back, I see a smile on his face. He laughs when he sees me. “I bet they’re kicking themselves, the whole town, right about now,” he snickers. “Blaming us this whole time, now they have to eat crow.”
“I doubt we’ll get an apology,” I murmur.
He shrugs. “Maybe not. But I bet you’ll see them being a whole lot nicer to us now that Lady Mary cleared things up.”
I go out to find Demeter in the field with the other sheep. She trots up to me and nudges her head under my hand.
“What did you do?” I whisper to her.
“That show of affection you and your girlfriend had last night gave me the juice I needed. I went and found Braun and sent him to find Henry.” She looks so smug. “I’m sure Henry will be able to help him now.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t cure it?”
“No! Of course not, but like minds need like minds. That’s why Mary needed you.” Demeter wags her little tail. “And now, Braun can be safe, Mary can be safe, so you get to keep our girlfriend.”
“She’s-” I stop myself and smile. “Well, okay. Thank you, Demeter.”
Later that afternoon, people begin coming to the farm. At first, it was just a few; someone asking my Dad how things were and if the farm was okay. After that, food was being dropped off. Big loaves of bread, pies, even some cured meats. A few days later, people even began bringing back animals they had taken from us a few years ago, or replacing the ones they did take. We had goats again, more sheep. It had gotten so busy preparing for these new animals, I hadn’t spun the wool yet. Knowing we needed funds to repair, I went back to it.
I had noticed the gold like strands in the fibers when I was carding it, but as I spun it, the wool was turning completely into gold. The black disappears as it goes around the spinning wheel, bursting into fine, pure gold. It was like a miracle, but I knew it had to be something Demeter had been aiming for all along.
The gold yarn was sold for a high price to several bidders. Some paid in excess to get one of the bundles of yarn. My father and I were able to repair our tools, the barn, our home. We were able to hire staff again and begin production on the goat’s milk products like we used to.
Since word spread about our miraculous golden yarn, Demeter became the prize of our farm. During the nights, I kept her locked in my bedroom with me, oftentimes allowing her to sleep beside me in my bed. I enjoyed putting my arms around her and snuggling against her back. My father thought I was crazy to want to sleep with a sheep, but she was now our cash crop so he let it be. He didn’t know the full truth about Demeter.
Mary has been coming around more as well, and while her changes still occur, thanks to the mushrooms, the effects are growing less and less traumatic for her. In fact, only during the week of a full moon does the change fully take effect upon her. Mary has begun staying the night with us as well, sometimes staying so long my father insists upon it.
I feel awkward sometimes with Demeter in the room, but affection is how her powers grow. But on nights when Mary stays over, sometimes we don’t exactly sleep much. We kiss often, touching lots. We giggle and whisper under the cloak of darkness, pulling our bodies close to one another.
Finally, one night, I can no longer take it. I kiss Mary, moving so that her back is pressed onto the bed. I stroke my hands down her body as well as the velvety skin on her arms. She arches her back at the touch, moaning against my lips until I kiss down her neck. She stretches, breathing deeply as my lips press down her arm and onto her fingertips.
I straddle myself upon her hips, looking down at her like I had with my fiancé so many years ago. I lose my breath for a second, having not thought about that night in so long. I push out that sad thought and strip away my nightgown. Mary reaches up, cupping my breasts in her palms and squeezing gently.
“I knew they would be beautiful. But then again, every breast I have seen has been perfect because of the creature who wears them.” Her thumbs flick over the nipples and a smile perks the corners of her lips.
I press myself further into her palms. “How many have you seen exactly?”
Mary laughs. “Doesn’t matter. None of them were yours.” She rises up off the bed, removing her night gown as well. Her breasts were small and perky, while mine were full and soft. She kisses my neck and chest, nuzzling her face between my bosom.
Demeter gets up and bleats, causing Mary and I to both freeze. Demeter leaves the room, pushing the door open, which I reach out and shut when she’s gone. We both start laughing and fall back onto the bed.
I kiss her again, grabbing hold of her arms as her hands move down my back. I feel the heat within me come to the surface, it melts my skin so that all she touches is raw nerve. Her fingers slip between us, touching me below where the heat is strongest. She breathes into my ear as her fingers rub circles against my mound. Her tongue bathes over my skin, down my neck and between my breasts. She lays me back in bed, spreading open my thighs and laying them over her shoulders. Her fingers find that little bud above my lips, teasing it gently while she watches me. My breath hitches and my voice comes out cracked but elated.
“Delicious little thing this is.” Mary’s tongue darts over it and I can feel her fangs against my thighs. “So sweet and sensitive.” She blows on it while her finger rubs around it. “But so very easily forgotten.” She licks at it again while her finger rubs above it.
“Mary!” I whine.
“Is it too much?” She chuckles. She slips her fingers down into wetness, splashing there for a moment. “Perhaps I should coax you here for a while.” She slips two long fingers inside, moving them slowly.
I bite my lip and throw my head back. That night with my fiancé before he went to war felt awkward, almost pinchy. He had gone inside me after a few moments of kissing, and he struggled getting himself into place. Something didn’t feel right with it then, but something felt extremely right with Mary. Her long fingers stirred me upside while her other hand squeezed around my breast. She made me so wet I could feel it seeping out and onto the sheets. Her tongue lapped it up, moaning under her breath.
Mary sits up, tying back her long white hair. “Now, let’s see.” She uses both hands to open me. “Such a beautiful sight. Everything is plump and eager.” Her eyes look like sheeps’ again as she stares at me, glowing almost ice blue in the dim light. I fidget in her palms, but she holds my hips still.
“Not to worry, my love, you will come to crave every kiss I give you.” She lifts my hips up off the bed and pulls me up so I am almost upside down. My legs dangle over her shoulders while she bends her head down. I feel her slick tongue squirm around on me, her tongue then plunges inside me while a finger taps against that sensitive bud.
I moan and whimper, throwing my head to the side as she holds me up against her mouth. Mary’s slurps and snarls fill my ears while a fog fills my sight. She growls against me, pushing her tongue deeper inside me where it squirms and writhes. I feel myself almost frothing at the sensation. I never felt this good with my fiancé, then again that was only once. Mary touches me in places that make me feel unhinged and excited. I have to cup my hand around my mouth out of fear my father will somehow hear my sounds of pleasure. But I have so many.
Mary coaxes from me something powerful and deep. It erupts inside my belly and pools through my body, taking away any other sensation besides this release. My toes curl, my back arches, and I seep slowly into her. Mary lays me back down against the bed and lays herself on top of me. She rests her head upon my breast and I begin to rub my hands down her back.
“You feel things so strongly, Bo,” she whispers into my ear.
“It was my first,” I pant.
Mary kisses my cheek and nuzzles into my hair. “First of many.”
“What about you?” I sigh. “What can I do for you?”
“I’ll show you later,” she kisses my cheek. “Right now, I want you to enjoy this first so you can remember it.”
In the morning, I wake with Mary still on top of me. I don’t want to move or wake her, but eventually she does rise. I kiss her lovingly then make her breakfast. I take her out with me and the sheep that day. Demeter’s wool is as thick as it was when I first met her. I take her out to sheer and begin the process of making wool again, telling Mary about it as I do.
I take Mary to the moss valley where Henry had been, and possibly Braun was, but when we arrive, I find his home abandoned and his pigs gone. I tell her we should pick mushrooms while we are there so we can have her a good supply.
“Did someone live here?” Mary asks me.
“The big bad wolf,” I tell her.
I decided to take care of the shack, hoping he would return one day and we could truly reunite. I make the cabin into my own personal escape, somewhere I can make my gold yarn with Demeter, and be with Mary in comfort and privacy.
“Tell me, can you?” I ask her. “Where did he go?”
“I can’t say,” she murmurs. “But the big bad wolf will roam this land to find peace. Hopefully, he will come across it one day.”
I pray I will see my brother again. I do not think he is big and bad, but I cannot say what the changes did to him. All I can do is wait and pray the next word I receive is good. Until then, I will keep his house warm, and I will leave a bundle of gold yarn for him in case he needs it.
Mary comes into the house with a snack for me. “What do you think people do with gold yarn?” She asks.
“Something ridiculous I am sure.” I kiss her softly and return to spinning the yarn, watching it go from black to gold. Mary sits down beside me, taking one of the bundles into her hands.
“Have you ever tried spinning my wool into anything? Perhaps I make silver.” She gives me a smile.
I smile back at her and kiss her. “Should I try? I still have a bundle back at the barn.”
“I am curious.” She then sets the yarn aside and kisses my cheek. “Come take a break with me,” she whispers.
“Of course, my love,” I giggle.
