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Thinking about sheep girls again, (and sheep boys <3)
I'm thinking about a cute little lamb looking at me with big, wet, innocent eyes as I lead you away from the flock. You follow me easily - I'm the big friendly canine taking care of the flock after all. The farmer thinks there's wolves around because a few dead sheep have turned up recently, but that's all the more reason to listen to me, isn't it?
Until I drag you into the tickets, claws digging into your back, and you find yourself with your muzzle pushed into the dirt and my weight pinning your weak, frail little body down, my knot buried deep inside you. Jaws clamping down on your neck and tugging with a low snarl. It's far too late when you realize there's never been a wolf, it was always just me ♡