Wolf and a Sheep: Chapter Two
#2 of Wolf and a Sheep
The next day at the breakfast table was a horribly tense thirty minutes of awkwardness. Bernette tried to not look at her sister, but Mary-Sue kept her eyes fixed on her, every now and again licking her lips. The parents were completely oblivious to their daughter's exploits, more concerned with making last minute decisions for their shearing.
"Did you decide what you wanted, Bernette?"
Like an English arrow piercing the skull of a Frenchman during The Hundred Years War, the question woke Bernette right up.
"I was thinking of the poodle-cuff?" she said, with a slight hesitation as she attempted to get her thoughts in order.
Her dad did not wait even a millisecond to respond, with "no, I forbid it."
"What, why?" her mother.
"Honey, we don't need to copy those dogs," he responded with disgust, "no daughter of mine will pretend to be a dog."
"Daddy please, I couldn't find anything else!"
"Sweetie, I think we should go with your father on this one," her mother told her, "best not to stand out, right"
"But, but..!"
"No, Bernette. I will not tolerate a dog in my house!"
Blurry.
"Bernette, you cannot speak to that dog!"
Room spinning.
"Bernette, lie with dogs and you wake with fleas!"
Falling.
"Bernette, I know you are going to have sex with a dog!"
Black.
--
Bernette...?
Bernette!
"No... leave... me a..."
Bernette, wake up!
"I lo... you... cli..."
I can't understand you, Bernette!
"NoOO no! I am not with a..."
Water all over. Washes away the haze.
"Where am I?"
"Bernette, you blacked out!"
"Why am I wet?"
She saw the bucket in her mother's hand. Then she remembered right before she lost consciousness, about what they were saying? Or were they... was she just imagining things? It was likely. She would not mention anything and see if they said it again. Yes, that was a good idea.
The morning passed, and nothing else happened, so she guessed that she was safe. Her sister had not told them after all. As she left the house and got into the car, she caught a glance from her neighbour, Ms Felortha. The look in her eyes scared her. It was mischevious malice. Bernette looked away.
--
Whilst driving to the shearing center, she was forced to sit next to her sister. Mary-Sue was clearly feeling horny again, and was squashing herself against Bernette. She took her hand and edged it behind her sister, and moved it down. Bernette was alarmed at this contact, and stared Mary-Sue in the eyes, horrified. This could not be happening, their parents were in the front seats!
In a hushed, yet harsh whisper, Bernette asked, "what do you think you are doing?!"
"Mmm," came a whisper in reply, "I'm just feeling aroused... so I'm feeling around."
"Mom and dad are just there!" she turned to look at them, but they were engaged in a conversation. The music was rather loud and they would probably not hear anything in the back unless it was incredibly noisy.
"They won't hear us, dear," smirked Mary-Sue, "and if they do, I'll have to tell them about your friend, get it?"
Bernette understood. She was to be reduced to Mary-Sue's slave.
Mary-Sue's fingers circled the rim of her sister's ass. It would appear that Mary-Sue had a thing for anal play. This was confirmed when a couple of fingers forced themselves up there, revelling in the stench of shit and the warm tightness. It was like sliding your fingers into a two-week-old faecal rhubarb crumble, and she got immense joy from every second of it.
Bernette however, certainly did not have a thing for anal sex and could only attempt to muffle her cries, and sit there, taking the invading appendages with as much grace as one can. Which is something equal to the grace of falling from a plane screaming, arms writhing and legs kicking, and landing two feet away from a haystack, and just as embarrassing.
The car journey seemed like forever to the not-so-innocent-but-still-likable sheep, with her sister's hand somewhere five inches up her behind, but they did eventually arrive, and Mary-Sue withdrew. The sensation was a marvellous feeling, as if a balloon had been stuck up there, and then suddenly deflated. Bernette sighed, relieved for the time being. She knew that this would very likely not stop anytime soon, but it felt good to be free. Something would have to be done though... now not only was she carrying around with her a magnificently large and sordidly dark secret, but she was being blackmailed with said secret in order to be used as a sex toy. She was just happy that she wasn't forced to do any penetration this time.
Meanwhile, Mary-Sue smelt her hand, and was disgusted. She made excuses to her parents and ran to the bathroom to frantically try to get the smell off before being sheared. Now wouldn't that be something, having to explain to your shearer that your hand stinks of shit because it's been up your sister's ass for half an hour.
Each family member proceeded to a shearing room, Bernette's having been instructed to not allow a poodle-cut. Bernette would instead be having a stylish and discreet regular, in which the wool would be cut short all over, and just that.
"I will not have a filthy dog in my household," he said before walking to his own room.
Those words echoed in Bernette's mind over and over, making her feel nauseous and dizzy. They also angered her. She had put up with him at breakfast, even after she had fainted after his little speech. How dare he have such disregard for the wishes of his daughter?
She would have that poodle-cut. Oh yes, she would.
--
"I want the poodle-cut," she demanded.
Julio Hernandez, the Brazilian mico-leão-dourado - a sort of fiery orange primate - declined. "Your father forbids it," he said, in his sexy young spanish accent.
Bernette was disheartened, but not prepared to give up. Not by a longshot.
Cutting right to it, she offered him sex.
Yes she was unhappy about doing it, feeling as if she was going to be cheating on Clive, but she had no choice. She had to do something for herself for once in her life. She had to be different from the herd. She had to stand out.
When Julio was about to begin his work, she grimaced, bent over, and said "have me."
"Miss, I do not have the sex with the clients. I am sure you understand."
"Just... do it. Take me... just give me the shearing that I want."
Her nether regions did look enticing, he could certainly not deny. But no, he told himself. He must not become intimate with strange customers. The last time he had, with that toad... well... let's just say that his penis turned a curious shade of blue for a few months.
Julio had a crisis on his hands. To fuck, or not to fuck?
"Fuck it," he told himself, both as a figure of speech as an instruction.
"Alright," said he, "but we tell your father that you tricked me with cunning mind-games," he continued, sliding his tiny penis into a comparatively cavernous vagina.
"Okay. We all know how stupid monkeys are."
"I AM NOT A STUPID MONKEY."
"Just get on with it, Julio."
"I am!"
"I can hardly tell because you are so small."
"You know, if you keep making the fun of me, I don't do you the poodle-cut."
She could not deny his sensual Spanish accent, "I am sorry. Here, let me..." she paused, "suck it."
"If you want," he said, overwhelmed that a sheep would go so far to get a shearing. Julio removed himself from one wet hole for another. Bernette took it in her mouth. All of it, in fact. That wasn't a hard thing to do though, and she hardly had anything to actually work with. She could probably just jack him off with her tongue. She thought to herself with amusement that this was like a toothpick.
She still was unhappy about doing this, but she knew that she had to. It was the only way to assert her individuality. Bernette closed her eyes and felt around it. It was hot and dripping with her vagina fluids. Had she become so wet down there so fast, from such a small cock? Perhaps some of it was from her sister earlier. Mary-Sue had to be dealt with somehow, she was thinking.
Meanwhile Julio had begun to groan and moan, and finally shuddered, leaving an eruption of monkey juice in her mouth. He removed his penis, but before she could open her mouth, he told her to swallow it.
Almost retching, Bernette said "why... it is disgusting."
"I like leaving my partners with little bits of myself."
This was horror, but Bernette had to obey if she wanted that cut. She determinedly tried to induce the swallowing reflex, but instead kept activating the gagging one. Finally she spit it out involuntarily.
Julio was not happy.
"I want you to have at least a little."
Coughing, "may I have a glass of water?"
Julio considered this for a moment, finally saying "yes you may," and getting her a glass.
Bernette gathered a little of the semen up and put it into the glass. She then drank it with no problems.
"You are now pregnant with my baby."
"WHAT?!"
"Ahaa, is a joke. I joke."
--
Bernette walked out of the room a new sheep. Because of the fact that sheep may well not have a lot of wool on their legs, the process involved wool removal and pasting. It worked out just fine on Bernette, and she looked as a strikingly canine sheep indeed.
Her father was outraged.
"HOW DARE YOU GO AGAINST MY WISHES," he spat, "HOW DARE YOU BECOME A DOG."
"Darling, cal-"
"NO. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE," he cut his wife off, "BERNETTE, YOU ARE NOT TO STEP FOOT IN OUR HOUSE WHILST YOU HAVE THOSE ABOMINABLE POODLE CUFFS."
Mary-Sue walked out sporting a flashy racing stripe. She saw Bernette and snickered. This was good, even if it did mean that her sex toy would be out of order for some time.
"Father could you not reconsider?" she asked, sidling up to him. Her mother eyed the two with suspicion. Why would she be cut off, and not her?
Amazingly, he did consider. Incredibly, he then said, "just... don't do it next time."
Bernette and her mother were both shocked. Mary-Sue was merely looking outstandingly smug. She would have her sex slave. Oh yes, she would. Her father looked at her with uncertainty.
--
There was one drawback to being allowed to keep the cut. She was grounded and not to leave the house, except for school. Well there were two drawbacks actually. The other was that she was now totally in her sister's grasp. After today's little incident she knew there must be, disgustingly enough, something between her sister and her father.
What's worse, she did not even think that her sister would care if she had some proof. Perhaps her mother could help her? But she wasn't good at keeping secrets, and Bernette would have to tell her about Clive in order to explain. She had a feeling that her mother herself would be rather accepting of the unorthodox relationship, but she knew that she would take it upon herself to try and convince her father that it was fine. And that would not work because her father was so set in his ways that he was as a river, cutting into the ground beneath him. Of course rivers often split implying that he may in fact not be set in his ways too well, but I am instructing you to, for the purposes of the analogy, disregard this fact.
She sat alone in her bedroom. Tomorrow she had school, and with it a fleeting chance of a short discreet exchange with Clive. She would have to let him know what happened, and wouldn't be able to do so within two sentences.
After short planning, she decided on getting a note into his locker during class. She would ask to use the bathroom, and then slip it in as she passed it. English would offer the best opportunity to do this without attracting suspicion, as his locker was right outside, halfway down the corridor to the bathroom.
She took a moment to plan her message, and then wrote on a little piece of paper:
Dear Clive,
I am writing this note to explain to you why we will be unable to see each other for some time. I wanted my shearing to be a poodle-cuff, despite my father's wishes. I have something terrible to confess, and though a small not does not do it justice, I have no other choice, as I have to get it off my conscience. You see, my father instructed the shearer not to allow me that cut... and so I... had sex with him. He was only inside me for a second before I decided to instead give him oral instead but I still feel so dirty, and as I have betrayed you. Because I have betrayed you. You are the only one I would want to have sex with and I feel awful that I did what I did just to rebel against my father. I would understand if you want to break up with me.
I have been grounded as punishment, for an undetermined amount of time. I have so much more I want to tell you, but they won't fit on this page. I just hope against logic that you can forgive me, and that we can work out some way of contact. I miss you so much it hurts, my darling.
Yours lovingly,
Bernette
She folded it carefully and slipped it into her backpack. Her door was locked this time, so there was no chance of Mary-Sue seeing anything.
Mary-Sue was in fact, very busy in the bathroom. As much as she had enjoyed her little adventure in the car that morning, it did have it's drawbacks.