Weresheep Girlfriend: Mary 3 (complete)

I open the door and Mary falls inside. I kneel to pick her up, and am struck by her eyes. They look like sheep’s eyes, but are still the same crystal blue. Her hair is even more curly, and turning pure white. The tips of her fingers are very stiff and turning brown, and her legs look painfully bent. “What are you doing here?” I gasp.

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 Mary. “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 hides her face against my shoulder, whimpering in pain. I huff and put the mushroom in my mouth. Then I lift Mary’s head and kiss her. She gasps in alarm, and I shove the mushroom inside. I keep kissing her, hoping she’ll swallow. Once she does, she sighs. The metamorphosis halts, 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 set all around the house after what I told them. I knew I couldn’t go back 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!”

I look at her with a large smile on my face. “I’m not! 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. They’re 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, and she avoids looking directly at me. “Because I was jealous.”

“Of me?” I laugh.

“No! Of Braun, my brother.” She looks me in the eye and pouts. “He got to marry you and I… I couldn’t…”

Demeter bleats and snuggles to Mary happily. Meanwhile, I can barely breathe to make any sort of sound.

“I loved you immensely, and when Braun said you were engaged, it choked the life out of me,” Mary sniffles. “I wanted to…”

“Oh, Mary,” I whisper.

She shakes her head and, when she tries to run her fingers through her hair, she grows frustrated by the curly wool on her head. “Don’t say a word. I don’t need it. I don’t blame you for hating me. I would too.”

“I don’t hate you.”

Mary looks at me. “I ruined everything, and when you needed me most, I was a thoughtless coward. You really should hate me.”

I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“And why not?”

I stretch my neck and kiss her, planting it on her cheek before moving to the side of her mouth. Her fingers caress the sides of my face, and I feel her lips move upon mine. The kiss is soft and warm, and I lean into the touch. As the kiss deepens, Mary turns her body towards me, leaning closer.

Demeter bleats and I slowly open my eyes and see her walking out the door with a waggle of her tail. Mary chuckles softly, touching her lips as she sits back. “I thought it was one-sided.”

“It was,” I murmur. “I never realized. I still barely can.” I look back at her and smile shyly. “I lost sight of what I wanted when I could no longer see you, though. Now that you’re here again, even if the situation is dire, I am happy.”

Mary kisses my cheek and neck. “I wish I was not a coward. I have wasted so much time without you.”

I wake in the morning with Mary in my lap. Sun shines through the cracks in the boards and hits me painfully in the eyes. I grumble irritably and try to swat it away. Mary rises, rubbing her eyes. They’ve returned to normal, as have her legs, but they are still covered in curly white wool. Her hair, too, has remained pure white.

“So it was not a dream,” Mary sighs sleepily.

“Sorry, it wasn’t.”

Mary cups her hands around my face and kisses me. “No, that’s a good thing.” Her smile is radiant, blinding me more than the sunlight. “I should probably head home. But this is awful. I can’t go home looking like this.”

“I can shear the wool, if you like.” I stand and go to the tools on the wall.

“Will it hurt?”

I carefully take her leg. “Of course not.” I tend to her legs, shearing off the white wool gently and slowly. I run my hands up her long legs, marveling at how perfect they are. Mary’s cheeks redden as I touch her, and I notice her thighs press together. When I finish, there is a pile on the floor beside her. I gather it up and stuff it into a bucket.

“Thank you,” she sighs heavily. “Now, I really should go. My parents must be worried.”

“I can take you back, if you’d like.”

Mary kisses me again, bending down so she can meet my lips. “Stay here. Take care of your father.” She brushes my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

“Take some of these.” I offer her a handful of the mushrooms. “Eat some through the day, and especially before the sun sets.”

She sneers, curling up her lip at the sight of them. “I hate mushrooms.”

“For me?”

Mary kisses me again. “Fine. I’ll try.”

I walk with her to the gates, waving goodbye as she walks away. I leave the roving to be finished later and go back to bed. Though I am perturbed by the kisses we shared, I go back to the house and begin making breakfast. While I am cooking, my father wakes, none the wiser to what happened the night before. I contemplate telling him about Henry, but the conundrum of how I might explain the situation and what he might say in return makes me remain silent.

There is a knock at the door. My father answers to find the constable outside, with Demeter beside him. The constable says that the stolen sheep were found in one of the stone buildings belonging to Mary’s family. “It was abandoned, or so the master of the house said,” the constable says. “It looked like someone was living there, so they’re starting to destroy the excess stone buildings. Lady Mary claimed to have seen something stalking around the farm a few nights ago. Her folks almost trapped something last night, but all they got was a finger. But, this little ewe was one of the ones locked up. Mary said I should return it right away.”

“Could’ve kept this one. My daughter brought it home. But thank you for letting us know,” my father says.

He takes Demeter back to the barn, then lets out the remaining sheep. When he comes back, I see a smile on his face. He laughs when he sees me. “I bet they’re kicking themselves, the whole town, right about now. Blaming us this whole time. Now they have to eat crow.”

“I doubt we’ll get an apology,” I murmur.

He shrugs. “Maybe not. But I bet you’ll see them being a whole lot nicer to us now that Lady Mary cleared things up.”

I go out to find Demeter in the field with the other sheep. She trots up to me and nudges her head under my hand. “What did you do?” I whisper to her.

“That show of affection you and your girlfriend had last night gave me the juice I needed. I went and found Braun, and sent him to Henry.” She looks smug. “I’m sure Henry will be able to help him now.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t cure their condition?”

“No! Of course not, but like minds need like minds. That’s why Mary needed you.” Demeter wags her little tail. “And now, Braun can be safe, Mary can be safe, and you get to keep your girlfriend.”

“She’s-” I stop myself and smile. “Well, okay. Thank you, Demeter.”

Later that afternoon, people begin coming to the farm, asking my Dad how things are and whether the farm is okay. After that, food is dropped off - big loaves of bread, pies, even some cured meats. A few days later, people even begin bringing back animals they had taken from us a few years ago, or replacing the ones they did take. We have goats again, more sheep. It’s gotten so busy settling these new animals, I haven’t spun the wool yet.

Knowing we need funds to make repairs, I get back to it. I’ve noticed the golden strands in the fibers when I was carding it, but as I spin it, the wool turns completely into gold. The black disappears as it goes around the spinning wheel, turning into fine, pure gold. It is like a miracle, but I know it has to be something Demeter has been aiming for all along.

The gold yarn is sold for a high price to several bidders. Some pay  in excess to get one of the bundles of yarn. My father and I are able to repair our tools, the barn, our home. We are able to hire staff again and begin production on the goat’s milk products like we used to.

Since word has spread about our miraculous golden yarn, Demeter has become the prize of our farm. During the nights, I keep her locked in my bedroom with me, often allowing her to sleep beside me in my bed. I enjoy putting my arms around her and snuggling against her back. My father thinks I am crazy for wanting to sleep with a sheep, but he lets it be. He doesn’t know the full truth about Demeter.

Mary has been coming around more as well, and the effects of her transformations are growing less and less traumatic for her. In fact, only during the week of a full moon does the change fully take effect upon her. Mary has begun staying the night with us as well, sometimes staying so long my father insists upon it.

I feel awkward sometimes with Demeter in the room, but affection is how her powers grow. But on nights when Mary stays over, sometimes we don’t exactly sleep much. We kiss often, touching lots. We giggle and whisper under the cloak of darkness, pressing our bodies close to one another.

Finally, one night, I can no longer take it. I kiss Mary, moving so that her back is pressed onto the bed. I stroke my hands down the velvety skin on her arms. She arches her back at the touch, moaning against my lips until I kiss down her neck. She stretches, sighing as my lips press down her arm and onto her fingertips. I straddle her hips, looking down at her like I did my fiancé so many years ago. I hadn’t thought about that night in so long. I push away the sad thought and strip off my nightgown.

Mary reaches up, cupping my breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. “I knew they would be beautiful. But then again, every breast I have seen has been perfect because of the creature who wears them.” Her thumbs flick over the nipples, and a smile perks the corners of her lips.

I press myself further into her palms. “How many have you seen, exactly?”

Mary laughs. “It doesn’t matter. None of them were yours.” She rises up off the bed, removing her night gown as well. Her breasts are small and perky, while mine are full and soft. She kisses my neck and chest, nuzzling her face between my bosom.

Demeter gets up and bleats, causing Mary and I to freeze. But the sheep only leaves the room, pushing the door open, and I reach out and shut it when she’s gone. We both start laughing and fall back onto the bed.

I kiss Mary again, grabbing hold of her arms as her hands move down my back. I feel the heat within me come to the surface, melting my skin so that all she touches is raw nerve. Her fingers slip between us, touching me below where the heat is strongest. She breathes into my ear as her fingers rub circles against my mound. Her tongue bathes my skin, moving down my neck and between my breasts. She lays me back in bed, spreading open my thighs and laying them over her shoulders. Her fingers find the little bud above my labia, teasing it gently while she watches me. My breath hitches, and my voice comes out cracked but elated.

“Delicious little thing this is.” Mary’s tongue darts over it, and I can feel her fangs against my thighs. “So sweet and sensitive, but so very easily forgotten.” She blows on it while her finger rubs around it.

“Mary!” I whine.

“Is it too much?” she chuckles. “Perhaps I should coax you here for a while.” She slips two long fingers inside, moving them slowly.

I bite my lip and throw my head back. That night with my fiancé before he went to war felt awkward. He had gone inside me after a few moments of kissing, and he struggled getting himself into place. Something didn’t feel right then, but something feels extremely right with Mary. Her long fingers stir my insides while her other hand squeezes around my breast. She makes me so wet I can feel it seeping out and onto the sheets.

Mary laps it up, moaning under her breath. Then she sits up, tying back her long white hair.  “Now, let’s see.” She uses both hands to open me. “Such a beautiful sight. Everything is plump and eager.” Her eyes look like a sheep’s again as she stares at me, glowing almost ice-blue in the dim light. I fidget in her palms, but she holds my hips still.

“Not to worry, my love, you will come to crave every kiss I give you.” She lifts my hips up off the bed and pulls me up so I am almost upside down. My legs dangle over her shoulders as she bends her head down. I feel her slick tongue squirm around on me, and it plunges inside me while her finger glides over that sensitive bud.

I moan and whimper, throwing my head to the side as she holds me up against her mouth. Mary’s slurping fills my ears while a fog fills my sight. She growls against me, pushing her tongue deeper inside me. I feel myself almost frothing at the sensation. I never felt this good with my fiancé. Mary touches me in places that make me feel unhinged and excited. I have to cup my hand around my mouth out of fear my father will somehow hear my sounds of pleasure, but I still make so many.

Mary coaxes something powerful and deep from me. It erupts inside my belly and pools through my body, taking away any other sensation besides this release. My toes curl, my back arches, and I sink slowly against her. Mary lays me back down against the bed and rests herself on top of me. She places her head on my breast, and I begin to rub my hands down her back.

“You feel things so strongly, Bo,” she whispers into my ear.

“It was my first orgasm from someone else,” I pant.

Mary kisses my cheek and nuzzles into my hair. “The first of many.”

“What about you?” I sigh. “What can I do for you?”

“I’ll show you later,” she kisses my cheek. “Right now, I want you to enjoy this first so you can remember it.”

In the morning, I wake with Mary still on top of me. I don’t want to move her, but eventually she does rise. I kiss her lovingly, then make her breakfast. Then I take her out with me and the sheep that day. Demeter’s wool is as thick as it was when I first met her. I shear her and begin the process of making wool again, telling Mary about it as I do.

I bring Mary to the mossy valley where Henry had been, and possibly Braun was, but when we arrive, I find his home abandoned and his pigs gone. I tell her we should pick mushrooms while we are there, so we can have her a good supply. “Did someone live here?” Mary asks me.

“The big bad wolf,” I tell her.

I decide to take care of the shack, hoping Henry will return one day and we can truly reunite. I make the cabin into my own personal escape, somewhere I can spin my gold yarn with Demeter, and be with Mary in comfort and privacy.

“Tell me, can you?” I ask Demeter one day. “Where did he go?”

“I can’t say,” she murmurs. “But the big bad wolf will roam this land to find peace. Hopefully, he will come across it one day.”

I pray I will see my brother again. I don’t think he’s big and bad, but I cannot say what the changes have done to him. All I can do is wait and pray the next word I receive is good. Until then, I’ll keep his house warm, and I leave a bundle of gold yarn for him in case he needs it.

Mary comes into the house with a snack for me. “What do you think people do with gold yarn?” she asks.

“Something ridiculous, I am sure.” I kiss Mary softly and return to spinning the yarn, watching it shift from black to gold. Mary sits down beside me, taking one of the bundles into her hands. “Have you ever tried spinning my wool into anything? Perhaps I make silver.” She gives me a smile.

I smile back at her and kiss her. “Should I try? I still have a bundle back at the barn.”

“I’m curious.” She sets the yarn aside and kisses my cheek. “Come take a break with me,” she whispers.

“Of course, my love,” I giggle.