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The Claim

"This tribunal will come to order. Let the record show that this procedure is being held in the Board Room of the Oxford Academy for Young Ewes in the Ovine State of Aries. Presiding are Chancellor Merino as president of the tribunal with Chief Administrator Charles Drysdale and Dean of Ewes Madam Sophie Mouflon. Presenting as the claimant for the school is Professor Awad Arapawa, head of the Disciplinary Committee. The purpose of this tribunal is to examine the claims against a member of the school's security force, one Bernard Collie. Standing with Mister Collie is his supervisor, the Head of Security Gustav Shepherd. I will remind the participants that while this is an administrative tribunal and not a court of law the decisions made here are enforceable under the laws passed by the flock's duly elected representatives and nothing that occurs here precludes referring the matter to a criminal court should it so warrant. Anything said during these proceedings may be used as evidence at a criminal trial. Is that all understood?"

There were nods all around.

"Good. Professor Arapawa, what is the claim?"

"Chancellor, members of the tribunal, we claim that the dog Bernard Collie has had an illicit affair with one of the students, Felice Shetland."

The woolly ram with his double curled horns gestured to a young ewe seated at the back of the room, her gaze cast down on the floor. Her face was black but the wool above her collar was pure white. She was wearing the school uniform which consisted of a white blouse closed with a black bow, a school blazer of grey with green piping and the pleated skirt with the school's exclusive grey and green tartan. She wore the optional white stockings, an unusual choice as shearing season was still months away, and the traditional low-heeled black shoes. The Chancellor noted that she was barely more than a lamb, but pretty and well developed. He thought that she would be a fine breeder when she reached full maturity.

The Chancellor ruffled the papers he had been given concerning the case. "I understand that this claim is made by the Disciplinary Committee itself after receiving an anonymous tip and it has not been corroborated by the student involved?"

"That is correct Chancellor."

The German shepherd stepped forward. "If it pleases the tribunal, Chancellor, I'd like to state right here and now that these claims are ridiculous. Bernard Collie is one of our finest guards. Why just last year he prevented a wolf disguised as a student from gaining entry to the school."

"How could a wolf disguise itself as an ewe, Monsieur Shepherd?"

"He wore a woolly body suit and a sheep mask and he had managed to get a hold of an extra large school uniform, Madame Mouflon. Some of the girls on the field hockey and wrestling teams are quite large and it is easy to find old uniforms at the thrift shop in the village."

The elderly ewe turned her head toward the collie. "How did you spot the intruder?"

"By his gait, Madame. Young ewes have a distinct way of walking. Seen from behind it's sort of a hip swinging lilt, but this one was stomping along as if it had never worn women's pumps before. Since it was near the end of the school year I figured that it could not be a foreign student wearing western shoes for the first time. Sensing something amiss I came up close enough behind it to get a good sniff and that was all I needed."

"Do you send a lot of time watching our students' backsides and, uh, sniffing them when they aren't looking?"

"No! I mean I have to watch out for ... and the sniffing thing ..."

"The point is," the shepherd interrupted, "that there is no telling what the intruder wanted on our campus, but in his bag we found a knife, some rope, duct tape, condoms and a quantity of a drug noted for incapacitating victims and rendering them with no memory of the next six to eight hours."

"A rape kit!" The Chief Administrator injected.

"That was our assumption too, Mister Drysdale. The court agreed and the perpetrator was convicted of attempted aggravated assault on an Ovine. Bernard here is a hero for preventing what could have been any number of attacks by this Lupine assailant; something that was not overlooked by the school when he was promoted to Deputy Head of Security earlier this year. This is obviously a vicious and unsubstantiated attack on a loyal dog's character by a jealous rival. Why you even convened a tribunal based on anonymous hearsay is beyond me."

"We have evidence, Chancellor."

The Shepherd spun on his heel to face the ram making the claim. "What evidence? Why was I not informed that there was evidence implicating one of my staff?"

"Because this is not a criminal court and the rules are different." The Chancellor chided him. "In civil and administrative matters non-Ovids do not have the right to disclosure of the Claimant's evidence if the Claimant is an Ovid."

"But Ovids do?" The big dog's lip curled ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Of course. Such a law was passed by the duly elected representatives of the flock ..."

"Ovids outnumber all other species a hundred-to-one." The canine snarled. "Don't pretend that the laws they pass are fair."

"You are not helping your subordinate's case." The Chancellor commented. "Professor, what evidence do you have to present?"

"We have his cell phone data."

The collie went visibly pale under his sparse facial fur. The student's head came up and a short bleat of surprise was forced from her lips.

"Phone records!" The shepherd spat. "You can't have phone records without a warrant, even from non-Ovids, and you can't get a warrant for an 'administrative procedure'."

The old ram smiled in a way that made the fur on the collie's spine stand on end. "Mister Collie's cell phone was provided by the school. The account is a school account. The email address attached to it is a school email account. All the data on the phone and in the server belongs to the school. It's in the terms of use for school electronics, which he signed when he was given the phone for his new duties. We merely had to download it and go through it to see what he has been up to."

Professor Arapawa passed a manila folder to the members of the tribunal and another to the Head of Security.

The chancellor was the first to open it. His eyes went wide with shock. "Miss Shetland! You've been shorn out of season!"

The two other tribunal members leaned over to look. Among the print outs of text exchanges and records of calls there were a number of colour photographs of the young sheep. In the first Felice wearing only her school blouse and skit. The skirt was hiked up to expose her thighs and the blouse was undone, open just enough to hide her nipples. Except for the wrists and ankles, she had been sheared from the neck down, and not just sheared, shaved, shaved down to bare pink skin.

In the next selfie she had dropped the blouse and lifted the skirt to show that she was wearing bright pink panties, definitely not school issue. Her equally pink nipples stood out hard and proud.

In the third photo she was completely naked, in a coy pose with her legs crossed demurely.

In the forth she was fully exposed.

The fifth, sixth and seventh featured a vibrator shaped like a canine penis, complete with a distended knot, although less of it was visible in each subsequent shot.

Madame Mouflon almost fainted and had to rest her head on the table. Mister Drysdale could not tear his eyes off them. The chancellor carefully closed the folder and his Chief of Administration looked away in embarrassment. While his head was turned the Chancellor slipped the photos out of the folder and into a drawer in front of his seat.

The Shepherd was having a whispered conversation with his deputy. "These are very incriminating photos or would be if Bernard had solicited them or even kept them. But if you read the chain of text messages you will see that he rebuffed Miss Shetland at every turn. According to the data record he deleted these images immediately after receiving them without opening them and then blocked her. Clearly this is a case or unrequited infatuation. My Deputy is innocent."

"Innocent covers a broad range of meanings, perhaps too broad for this case." The chancellor grumbled as he toyed with the handle on the drawer where he had cached the photos. "Nonetheless, this evidence is open to interpretation. Miss Shetland, your lack of innocence is evident. Relationships between Ovids and subservient species is forbidden not only by the school code but by law. Tell us how this came about." The Chancellor demanded.

Felice moved forward until she was between the Professor and the two dogs. "I was watching from my window when Bernard took down the wolf last year." She began "My room overlooks the common where it occurred. Bernard was so strong and skillful and ... and handsome." Her face took on a faraway look as she remembered how the collie had outfought the larger wolf after ripping the mask from its head.

"I think that you should stick to the present," Madame Mouflon chided her, "and stop calling him by his first name. It is too intimate given the circumstances."

"But we have been, intimate that is." Felice countered, making the elder ewe swoon again.

The chancellor could tell by the way the collie was wilting that the young ewe was speaking the truth. "Continue." He commanded.

"After seeing him capture the wolf I became obsessed with him." Felice admitted. "I followed him around like a lamb, but what I felt stirring inside me was something more than infatuation, it was something hotter than the warmth we are expect to feel toward our servant protectors, it was something more ... erotic."

"You've been reading Madame Mouflon's romance novels. I've told you not to leave those trashy things laying about Sophie. A young ewe exposed to those ... particular plot lines ... why they might imagine anything!"

"I did NOT imagine anything." Felice shoot back angrily. "Watching Ber- Mister Collie as he went about his rounds, when he exercised at the track, when he swam at the pool ... his fur all wet and clinging to his body, outlining his muscles ..." She shook her head to clear it. "Watching him made me feel like a full-grown ewe." One of her hands slipped down unnoticed to rest against her groin.

She realised that she was rubbing her mound and stopped. She sighed and looked down to one side. "All of the girl fantasize about being with other species. Some thrill to stories about being ravaged by wolves, others are attracted to the canines that protect us. They are strong, loyal, faithful and ... and not woolly at all. I used to think that such ideas were silly, until I saw him take down the wolf. It awoke something in me."

"I tried talking to him but it was difficult because there were always other students or teachers around and you have to be careful because of the gossip. One day when hardly anyone was around I told him that I had seen what he had done and how wonderful he was. He just shrugged it off, to modest to take credit for how extraordinary it was." She flashed Bernard a little smile, but it faded when she saw the worried look on his face. But now she was determined to tell her story, so she took a deep breath and continued.

"I asked him for his number, in case I saw another intruder, and he told me that it was in the school directory. I looked it up and started texting him ... innocent things at first ... asking about how security policies was made, why in some places there are walls but only fences in others, things like that. After he had answered a few I started to ask him how he became interested in security and other personal questions."

"He must have suspected something because he was reluctant to talk about himself and only answered in general terms. Then I tried the direct approach and asked him whether he had ever considered dating someone from another species - a student like me, perhaps. He almost blocked me then, but I apologised and said that I would not ask him about such things again."

"And I didn't, not in words anyway, but I learned his schedule and I made sure that he saw me everywhere he went. I went swimming when he went swimming - such a strong swimmer he is too - until he stopped going to the pool altogether. I did stretches, and yoga poses in front of him when he worked out in the gym but he stopped going there too. His last visit to the track was the evening I ran there in the opposite direction, so he could see how my body moved under a top and shorts that were two sizes too tight."

"You see what I've been saying?" The Shepherd injected. "Bernard - I can still call him Bernard, right? Bernard has avoided and rebuffed this wayward lamb at every turn."

"I believe that she blurted out something about them being intimate. There is obviously more to this story. Please continue, Miss Shetland, but do get to the point."

"The point, yes, the point. the point is that his rejection just spurred me on. I went online and researched canine fantasy sites. I pretended to be an old English sheepdog looking for thrills and I was directed to a Shearing site."

"A what?"

"It's a place where one can view pictures of clothed or, depending on the subscription fee, unclothed photos of young sheep of whichever sex one prefers after they have been sheared down to the skin." Drysdale informed the others. Then he noticed the disgusted looks the other sheep were giving him. "Or so I've heard."

"Mister Drysdale is correct." Felice informed them. "Young rams and ewes barely legal age, sometimes together. And the closer they were sheared the more popular the photos were. I thought that if this is what they like, then this is what I had to do to get him to notice me. I found an unlicensed shearer on the backpages."

She gazed at the tribunal members defiantly. "It was a ram, one of us. I didn't have enough to pay him, so I let him film the procedure in exchange. He was the one that suggested I leave some wool at my wrists, neck and ankles so it wouldn't show in my school uniform. After it was done I came straight back here and took the photos you saw with my cellphone. I sent them to Ber- to him, certain that once he saw them he would know that I wasn't just some silly lamb with an infatuation."

She wiped a tear from her eye before continuing. "But as you've heard he never even looked at them. He just deleted them and blocked me. So, I guess I really was a silly little lamb after all."

"As I noted before, receiving intimate photos does not constitute an intimate relationship between this student and my Deputy." The Head of security pointed out.

"No." Bernard said softly. "That came later."

"Ha! A confession. Finally, we get down to it. Would you care to elaborate Mister Collie?"

"I knew that she was obsessed with me, but I underestimated her tenacity. I didn't open the photos, but I didn't have too, the previews were clear enough."

"And once you saw them you began to lust after her, did you?"

"Lust? I would have said desire, but either way, it didn't begin then." He looked around the room sadly. "You sheep don't know what it's like, there are so many of you, you have your pick of mates. It's not the same for us. If we don't get selected for breeding we're doomed to go through life alone. Even if we are deemed good enough to reproduce we have little say in who we are mated with. If you're lucky enough to be paired with someone you get along with, someone you might learn to love, you live in fear that your puppies won't be big enough or strong enough or smart enough because if they don't measure up you'll be split up and she'll be paired with a new sire."

His voice grew angry as he continued. "And you keep the bitches separate from the males to prevent 'unauthorized breeding' like it was a capital crime. There are twenty dogs here, all males, surrounded by a thousand young ewes. What do we desire? We desire what we see but can't touch. What we're not supposed to touch, in any event. I'm not the first dog to succumb to the temptation, to take what's offered."

Bernard wiped his brow as he had begun sweating profusely. "I couldn't get those images out of my mind. Two days after I blocked her I came back to my quarters to find her waiting for me, naked. She must have climbed in through the widow I left open to catch the morning breeze. I tried to resist but she backed me up against the door and I was powerless to push her away. She undid my fly and ... and I stopped resisting."

"So, you raped her." Madame Mouflon accused.

Felice jumped forward. "He didn't rape me. I went to him, and I'm of legal age."

"Barely." The professor observed. "And there is no legal basis for such an inter species relationship, whatever your age."

"Why? Because there are more of us and we make the rules? Because you dried up old rams can't stand the thought of even one pretty young thing slipping between your fingers? Well if its rape then maybe I raped him! As he said, I backed him up against the door, a servant overcome by a member of the species he was bred to serve. I undid his trousers and pulled his cock out, got down on my knees and took him in my ..."

"MISS SHETLAND!" The elder ewe screamed. "There is no need to go into the details of this ... this act."

"Let the child speak, Sophie. We must be certain of the .... uh ... facts ... yes the facts, before we judge this claim."

"But Chancellor!"

"We're all adults here. Nothing she says can shock us."

The Chancellor looked back at Felice and nodded for her to continue.

She took a deep breath and rushed on. "I took his cock in my mouth. It was already thick and hot, and it got bigger and stiffer as I sucked and licked it. I was holding the shaft near the base and I could feel his knot swelling in my hand. It was amazing. I've let the rams from the all male school get to third base at the intramural events and their pathetic little pricks were nothing in comparison. I had to have it inside me."

She paused to survey the tribunal. The Chancellor was rapt. Mister Drysdale's hands were moving on something below the level of the table. So were Madame Mouflon's.

"Bernard was still frozen against the door. I pulled his trousers down and off and then ripped his shirt open so that I could kiss those hard abs, nibble on those little black nipples. When I was standing on my toes, pressing my naked and woolless body against his furry one he finally reacted. He put his arms around me, leaned his head down and kissed me like a lover kisses."

"I don't recall thinking about what came next, but I wrapped one leg up around behind him and he put his paws under me to lift me up. Soon it was I that had to lean down to keep out mouths in contact. Then I felt something hot and hard poking at me between my legs. I reached down, gripped that wonderfully thick cock and guided it into me."

"I had been wet with anticipation since I snuck in and took off all my clothes and now I was dripping in my excitement. He slid in like his cock had been made for my vagina. I let my weight bring me down on it until I came up hard against the knot."

Felice looked up at the ceiling and shook her head, smiling at the memory. "Oh God, the feel of my clit on that ball of flesh. I wiggled my hips and I could feel it rubbing against him. Before I could do it again he lifted me again, up and up until just the pointy little tip of his cock was still between the lips of my twat. Then he dropped me once more."

"We went on like that for a time, up and down with a pause for a wiggle or a twist before repeating. We had stopped kissing and I had to bite his shoulder to keep from cumming. I wanted to hold off until that knot was inside me, because all the fantasy sites I found made it clear that that was what the canines really wanted - and it was supposed to drive their partners wild. I wanted to be wild. Wild and free and depraved with my canine lover."

Now it was Felice's turn to wipe the sweat from her brow, but she was overheated by excitement, not nerves.

"With each thrust I drove myself against him. He picked up on my intentions and used his strong arms to press he down harder and harder. It felt like I was being ripped apart, but it felt good, soooo good. My twat was almost being turned inside out as more and more of that burning knob forced went in. My clit was burning too and only the waves of wet desire coming from inside me prevented us from bursting into flames. And then, with one last thrust, my opening stretched beyond what I thought possible and it was in."

Her hands were on her groin again and she swayed as if she could feel the object of her desire inside her again.

"I came then, we both did, but it had no where to go. His knot had me plugged like a cork in a bottle so it all just sloshed around inside me, all hot and wet. Bernard leaned against the door until our spasms ceased and then he walked us over to the bed and just that little extra bit of friction on my clit made me cum again. He lowered me down on the bed, drawn down beside me because he was still firmly trapped inside. We lay there kissing and caressing for the better part of an hour before the swelling went down enough for him to withdraw. And then we did it again, in his bed that time."

Felice dropped her arms to her sides and looked back at the members of the tribunal. "And that was it. I guess it was inevitable that someone saw me coming or going from his room and reported us."

"Well." The chancellor licked lips suddenly gone dry before he could continue. "I was wrong about not being able to shock us. We need to confer for a moment."

The three pulled back and talked in whispers with their backs to the room. After a minute of what appeared to be heated discussion they returned to their seats.

"Bernard Collie, despite this student being the aggressor you by your own admission were a willing participant in this act."

"But Chancellor!"

"No, Mister Shepherd, there is no argument that will sway us or appeal to this process. Mister Collie's employment here is terminated immediately. He will get no severance pay and his contributions to the pension plan will be returned to him without interest. Just be thankful that we are not referring this matter to the police - for the sake of the reputation of this wayward lamb's family if nothing else. And you, young ewe, should be ashamed of yourself. If your father was not the herd leader for this district I would let the courts send you to rehabilitation camp until they wipe this canine nonsense out of your head. As it is I will certainly be having a talk with him at the next board meeting."

The chancellor banged a gavel down on the desk. "So there it is. The claim has been found to be substantiated and the punishment meted out. Mister Collie, please vacate the premises before sunset. That is all."

The tribunal left the room by a door behind their table. The Professor from the Disciplinary Committee took Felice by the arm and led her out the opposite end while Gustav and Bernard were still gathering their things. They turned to follow her exit and she looked back just before she went through the door. Gustav thought that she might have nodded ever so slightly before she went out of view.

"Well, it could have been worse." He told Bernard. "At least you won't have a criminal record. Cheer up, you'll find work in no time, and you're still young enough to picked by the breeding program in maybe ... five years or so."

"Who are trying to kid, Gus? There'll be no job offers for me, and no breeding program. The best I can hope for is night shift on a sewage treatment plant and the occasional visit to one of those coyote bitches that sell themselves to anyone. No, I'm leaving, heading for the territories where a dog can still be a dog."

"The territories? Are you serious?"

"Yep. Land is free for anyone who can hold it and work it; you just make a claim and settle in to farming, ranching or mining it. I've got my savings and the pension money they have to return to me and if I need work I can always become a law dog ... they need them in the territories, where the laws are not passed by a single majority species, I might add. I plan on leaving tonight."

"Damn, Bernie, you think you have this all worked out, don't you? Except for one thing; there aren't a lot of female dogs out in the territories. Competition for them is going to be fierce. How are you going to lay claim to one of those fillies?"

"I won't. I'll be traveling with a mate."

"That's news. Who do you have in mind?"

"Felice."

"WHAT! Now I know that you've gone crazy. You yiff her once, well, twice technically, and you think that she'll travel to the ends of the earth with you?"

"I'm not that naive, Gus. And this was not as short an affair as you think. Didn't you notice the time stamps on those photos? I don't blame you if you didn't; the last few were a bit distracting. Those pictures were sent two months ago. I found her in my room a few days after. We've been together almost every night since then, making love in every conceivable way, and then some. Felice lied to the tribunal when she insinuated that we had only been together the one time."

Bernard sighed. "It started as an affair, but her obsession grew into something more than infatuation and I fell in love with her too. It was Felice that suggested we hightail it out of here and move to the territories. She has quite a bit of money in her college fund that she can access, enough to buy us both passage on a boat that doesn't check your papers."

"They don't care about interspecies relationships in the territories like they do here. Folk will leave us alone. And if they don't we'll stake a claim far from anyone else and build a little house on it where we can be alone together. You see, before they dragged us in here I got a message to her, telling her that I was willing to go if she was and to meet me in the woods outside the school grounds at dusk, if we weren't in jail already. Her nod as she left was the confirmation I was seeking. Our new life begins tonight."

Gus punched his former subordinate playfully. "You old son of a bitch. You really do have this all planned out, don't you?"

"Yeah Gus." Bernie said with a grin. "I don't need to claim anyone anymore. Felice and me, we've claimed each other."