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Weresheep Girlfriend: Mary 3 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2021-01-08 22:00:02 +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.
