I caressed her wooly body, enticing soft baahs from her innards. They smelled like the hog feed I had snuck into the sheep pen that day. She likes the hog feed. Makes her.... excited.

She glanced expectantly at the motorized, phallic shaped object in my hand, her eyes lingering before searching out mine. She bleated expectedly, and I turned it on.

When it was all over, there was a beautiful pile of sheared wool on the floor all around us, and a pink, naked sheep in front of me. I think she felt used, especially when I turned over and went to sleep (but not until I had made a nice comforter out of her wooly coat). As I started to doze, I noticed the clippers were still in my hand, some stray strands of wool clinging tenaciously to the blades....

....zzzzz

.....zzzzzz

.....zzzzzz

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