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_"Sometimes I think starting a story is the hardest part." The crow tapped the pencil against his bill thoughtfully. "I have no idea how to begin my story at all."

Another crow, female, stood next to him and looked at the blank notebook over his shoulder. "Well, how will it begin?"

"Well, it's got these three female characters, and I'm trying to think of a way to introduce the third one,"

"So write that. Where she is, what she's doing. Tell me about your characters."

"Well, this first girl is a sheep, an overprotective mother. She tries to keep her kid safe by keeping everything from her. And I mean everything. She's an old school mom, if you know what I mean. Really formal. I haven't got a name for her yet, but it needs to be as formal as her methods. The kid is-"

"Call the mother Laurel."

The male crow raised his eyebrows, looking over at the female crow now lying on his bed. "Hmm. I like it. I like it a lot. Nice call, sis."

"Any time. Go on."

"Okay, so this girl is a lamb. She's smart for her age, but ignorant of everything her mother deems 'dangerous' or whatever. Basically really innocent, polite, and formal like her mother. Well behaved, too."

"Cute. What's her name?"

"I was thinking Alyssa or something, but I don't really know."

The female crow pruned a small section of her jet-black plumage, thinking quietly. "Doesn't seem right. How about Victoria?"

"I can work with that. I trust your judgment. So this last character is a wolf, no blood relation to the other two, of course. She's not formal at all, blunt, rude, sarcastic at her worst, but I don't plan to show much of that side of her. A polar opposite of Laurel. She comes from a poor upbringing and spends much of her life as a sex slave for a very rich family."

"Jesus, bro, you've got these characters down pat. Her name?"

"Dunno."

"Her name is Samantha, but she calls herself Sammi."

"Oh, awesome. I can formulate many an awesome scenario with a name like that."

"No problem, li'l bro. Get writing, now."

"Of course"_

The door opened easily. Laurel relaxed. The door could have been greased and it still wouldn't have been quieter. The sheep pressed the door open as lightly as she could, peering into the darkness. From a pocket of her overcoat, Laurel pulled a red flashlight and flicked it on, scanning the room.

It was a typical dining room, with a furnished wooden table. Laurel had a similar one at home, but now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Laurel crept into the room, her cloven hooves making no sound on the carpet. She shut the door behind her, the moonlight no longer flooding in as it had.

The manor was enormous. There was a ballroom, a brilliant pair of symmetrical staircases in an enormous entryway, and s few rooms which served no purpose Laurel could formulate. Laurel realized that she had been looking around for fifteen minutes when she finally found what she was looking for.

The room, probably creepy during the day, was sinister at night. Various sex toys littered the ground, and horrible looking torture contraptions lined the walls. Laurel shined the flashlight about the room, recoiling in horror as she saw something moving in one corner.

When Laurel had collected herself, she slowly approached until she knew what the thing was, and then rushed forward once she realized. "Don't make any noise. I broke into this house to rescue you. Keep calm and we'll find a way out as quickly as possible."

The moving thing had turned out to be a female wolf tied to a wooden stake, gagged and totally naked. Laurel quickly cut the ropes binding her and actually had to catch her as her legs gave out. Holding the wolf up, Laurel could see how much of a fright the wolf bitch was.

The bitch's fur was long in some places and short in others, though it was hard to tell because it was so unkempt. Her upper body and pubis were covered with scars of varying severity. Her hair was torn at some points, as if it had been pulled from her head. Though her face was beautiful, the wolf's body was prematurely white. Laurel hated such terms, but she had to admit that the bitch was "a total wreck."

As soon as the gag was off, the bitch turned her head and spit on the ground. "Jesus Christ, I hate that thing. It's hell having something inside your moth for hours on end. "

Laurel glared at the bitch. "Watch your language!" Her expression softened "Do you have a name?"

"Sammi, I'm called. I'd ask for yours, but we're making enough noise as it is. We should be getting out about now.

"Right, of course. Can you show me the way back to the Dining room?

"Which one?"

"The one with the furnished red-brown table."

"Which one?"

"There is more than one with that kind of table?"

"Yup."

"The one with the backdoor."

"Yeah, follow me and stay quiet."

If Laurel had thought she had moved quietly through the house, the wolf was inaudible. Her body moved so smoothly, her gray-white fur disappeared completely in darkness, and her pads made no sound whatsoever as she walked across the carpet. Laurel hated wool carpets, for pretty obvious reasons.

The two made their way out the backdoor easily. Laurel had a minivan waiting outside, so they were off as quietly as she had arrived.

_"Now what?"

The male crow looked over his work, scanning for mistakes. His sister lay sleeping on his bed. He roused her and gave her the notebook. "What now?"

The female crow stretched out her wings, clicking her beak and blinking. She read through the notebook's first five pages and tossed it back to him. "Have them get home and introduce the daughter."_

The male crow shook his head. "Naw. Don't wanna do that yet."

"Well, character development. Have the two characters talk in the minivan. Let the reader get to know the two."

"Jeez, sis, you're smart. You should be the one writing here."

"I'm not smart, I just know a lot. Besides, I'm no writer. I'm Dr. Watson to your Sherlock Holmes. I have no originality of my own, I just stimulate yours."

"Bull. You're more qualified than I am at writing. I know you'd be doing better."

"I guess we'll never know. I'm too lazy to actually go and write something."

The male crow looked down at his notebook, and re-donned his pencil. "Back to work, then."

The van bumped furiously as Laurel drove down the unpaved road. Almost all roads were paved where they lived, being the richest town on Earth, but Laurel had to get home as fast as possible. The two women were totally silent, and it took Laurel a long time to gather the courage to break that silence.

"So what were you in there?"

"Sex slave."

"Yes, I thought so."

Silence.

"Are you glad I came to save you?"

"I'm ecstatic, though I'm not showing it. I owe you my life."

Silence.

"Was that a real iron maiden I saw in there?"

"Naw, a replica. Sometimes they put me in it and close the door almost all the way, so I'm trapped and suffering without being killed or mutilated. I get about fifteen stab wounds, front and back, when they put me in that thing."

"Wow, that's something. What else did they do?"

"Everyone in the family had some sort of perversion for blood, so I was bleeding at least once a day. And everyone in the family had a use for me. The father had screwed me, the two sons screwed me, even the mother beat me down and fingered me from time to time. I'm tied to that post most of the day and gagged all the time, unless I'm eating."

"You look like you've been suffering from malnutrition for a while. What do you eat?"

"For the last twelve years, I've eaten nothing but nearly rotten fruit, bread, and water."

"Wow."

Silence again. This time it was Sammi who spoke up.

"Why are you staring?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed. You've been staring at my breasts through the rear-view mirror almost since we got in the car."

Laurel felt herself blushing slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude as to stare at your body. I was just thinking, I have a daughter at home, and it would be best for her and me if she didn't see you naked."

"That all? I thought you were a lesbian or something."

"I don't condone such practices. You needn't worry about that."

Laurel was silent for a long time after that. After a few minutes she finally voiced herself. "Well jeez, woman, they're enormous. You must be two bra sizes bigger than I."

Sammi chuckled. "I wish I had smaller tits, actually. Maybe I'd have lived a life more like yours. I mean, You probably live in a huge house like my, um, 'owners' do."

"A little smaller, actually."

"Still, Jesus. You've been living large all your life, I bet, um... What's your name again?"

"I never told you. I'm Laurel."

Sammi whistled. That's a formal name. I bet you come from a highborn family, huh?"

"You got it."

The minivan pulled into the driveway of an enormous mansion. Sammi whistled. "Rich bitch."

"Language!" Laurel chastised, but she couldn't help smiling.

"Victoria is in bed at this hour. Still, I don't feel comfortable with you roaming around the house naked until we find you something to wear. What-"

"Hold up. Victoria?"

"My daughter. What dress size are you?"

"You think I would know?

Laurel opened the glove box and fished around, eventually finding a measure. As she closed the glove box, Sammi inquired, "Is that a revolver I saw in there?"

Laurel looked up. "If you owe me your life, you can do me a favor and never tell anyone that you saw that there. I'm a very small beast, and very weak in comparison to most. I bet you could pin me down in an instant. It's for my own safety I have that."

"And because you own at least one gun, I take it you know how to use them."

"There's a firing range in my manor. I practice all the time. Why?"

"Future reference," Sammi answered briskly. Laurel didn't probe it further.

The two got out of the car. Laurel never would have gotten out if she had been naked, even if it were 2 A.M. She guessed that Sammi was probably used to being seen naked, so it wasn't much of a deal.

Laurel was appalled by the measurements. "35 inch chest!? Your bust is incredibly larger than mine! ... 35 inch hips!? They're much wider than mine! ... Good Lord, your waist is less than 20 inches. I couldn't tell how bizarre your form was because your fur is so matted up. You need some fattening up."

Laurel went into the house alone, apparently checking to make sure Victoria was asleep. She came out shortly after, nodding to Sammi, and the pair went inside.

Sammi gazed at the walls of the enormous manse with a childlike wonder. It seemed as if almost everything was either made of gold or gold-plated. Jewelry was on display as if it were for sale in some shop, except that no shop would ever sell something priceless. Even the stone floor has diamonds on the surface in little patterns. Laurel was far more wealthy than she let on.

"Come along now!" Laurel gripped Sammi's arm and pulled her along through the manor. Before long they were in a bathroom. Laurel turned on the faucets of an old-fashioned tub and pointed to it.

The wolf stepped tentatively into the old tub, slowly lowering herself until she was lying down. Water flooded in, soon submerging her. Sammi closed her eyes and sighed happily. She had never felt anything so pleasurable, not that she could remember.

"Say, I must have been something way back when. I wonder what I was before I became a sex slave."

Laurel resisted an outburst like Just how long has it been!? and instead asked, "Well, do you have a last name?"

"Nope. You?"

"Robinson."

Sammi was quiet for a long, long time. She washed her limbs and body with soap, scrubbing away more than impurities. She put shampoo in her hair, washing it out. "I feel kinda bad, using your expensive soaps."

"No problem. You're not the first."

"Laurel?"

"Yes?"

"Was there ever a Mr. Robinson? Your daughter is biological, isn't she?

Laurel looked well and truly miserable. Sammi realized that in the brief period they had known each other, she had never seen Laurel upset. "I'd... I'd rather not talk about him to you, or anyone." She visibly brightened. "Well, you're about done in there, so come on out and we'll get you something to wear."

Sammi pushed the double doors open, stepping into the store. Dresses of every color and size hung from clothing hangers all about the premises. After looking around in wonderment for a few minutes, she grabbed a passing attendant by the collar.

The attendant, an important looking raccoon in a fancy business suit, turned about to look at her angrily. "Madam, this is not-" His expression changed from anger to surprise to embarrassment in about a second, when he realized the wolf was naked. He turned his nose up, looking at the roof rather than her. "Madam, please refrain from coming to this store without clothing in future. What can I do for you?"

"I've got five hundred smackers and I need some clothes, pronto."

"Ah, of course. Shall I show Madam the dresses?"

"Naw, forget them. I just need five bras, five pairs of underwear, and, um, five nightgowns." Five was enough to not have to wash them every other day. Sammi disliked washing.

Sammi put on a silk bra, silk panties, and a blue nightgown a minute later in the dressing room. She turned to look at the mirror.

In all Sammi's life, she had seen perhaps two mirrors. Now, fully dressed, bathed and with a new haircut (courtesy of Laurel) that left her hair going down only to her neck, Sammi looked stunning. She still had scars all over her body, but even so, her chest bounced, her waist was slim. She was beautiful and even she could recognize that.

While Laurel was cutting Sammi's hair, the wolf had asked the sheep how she even knew how to cut fur, having none of her own. It was about then that Sammi had begun to realize that what Laurel had done for her she had probably done for dozens, breaking and entering, risking her own freedom and even her life. Such a noble cause was hers, and even after rescuing them she gave them money as she had done to Sammi.

Sammi spend a long time thinking in that dressing room. Being locked up in the same room for all those years had given her much time to think, but she never really had thought so deeply into something as she did now.

Sammi came out of the store, finding the minivan in the early morning light. She got in the passenger seat and turned to Laurel, interrupting her as she started to talk. "Laurel? I owe you everything."

Laurel shrugged. "I'm just doing what I think is right. You are happier, now, correct?"

"You couldn't even begin to imagine."

"Then I have no regrets for what I did." Laurel paused, looking Sammi over. "Well, don't you look stunning! You'll be the center of attention next time you're out in public."

Sammi stopped, thinking again, then asked what had been on her mind almost since her rescue. "What am I gonna do now anyways? I haven't got a home to go to."

"You can stay at my home until you get back on your feet. Once you can afford an apartment, you are set to go, but you're welcome to stay as long as you want."

"So what now?"

"It's almost six. We'll be home by seven and you can wake Victoria up and introduce yourself to her."

_The male crow picked up the notebook again, flipping through the last few pages. He tossed it to his sister, now sitting on the bed playing Dragon Warrior on her cell phone.

The female crow flipped the phone shut and lay down with the notebook, flipping through it as he had. "I like it, as always."_

"Is that it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you want to go into detail or anything, why you liked it and stuff?"

"Fine. I like the way Sammi's talking at points, it indicates a total lack of education. To get the full blown effect, though, amplify it. Make it so she always talks like a street urchin. You could also take out contractions made by Laurel to indicate her time in school made a difference, and to distance her from Sammi."

"Thanks, sis, that's a quality idea."

Laurel was the third sheep Sammi could ever remember seeing. Needless to say, she had never seen a lamb before. Upon seeing Victoria asleep in bed she nearly collapsed. "She's so cute! I've never seen anything so adorable!"

Laurel roused her daughter. Victoria sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes somewhat awkwardly with her hooves. She looked up at Sammi and woke up instantly, now looking alert. She spoke, her accent vaguely European as Laurel's was. "Mother? Who is this?" she asked, keeping her eyes locked with Sammi's.

Sammi almost grinned at the little creature but she remembered it might be a bad idea to bare her fangs. She smiled slightly as Laurel introduced them. "Victoria, this is Sammi. She's going to stay with us for a few weeks while she gets back on her feet, okay?"

"Where are my manners?" The lamb asked rhetorically, sliding out of bed. She stepped up to Sammi, bowing her head slightly and curtseying. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sammi. I do hope you'll enjoy your stay with us, as we will try our best to enjoy your company. Mother will no doubt allow you to stay as long as you wish, so make yourself completely at home." She stood up straight again, inspecting her body around her light pink nightgown. "Mother, my wool is tangled. I'm going to the washroom."

Laurel and Sammi both watched Victoria leave the room. There was a moment of silence.

"Cute kid."

"Thank you."

"Seemed a little formal."

"I've always been proud of that side of her. She comes from a very rich family. Her father's side, of course."

"I'd never seen a lamb. Tiny."

"She is."

"I mean, really tiny. I could swallow her, she's so small."

Sammi noticed Laurel was staring at her icily. She hastily explained herself. "Just poor choice of words is all! I just wanted to emphasize her small body. I'm not into vore or anything and you have other things I could eat. I wouldn't dare!"

Laurel softened slightly. "I know. It's just, you're a head taller than me and probably quite a bit stronger, and you know, sheep and wolves and all... I'd appreciate it if you didn't joke about that kind of thing."

Sammi came to a conclusion quite quickly. "You aren't afraid of me, are you?"

Laurel looked down, shutting her eyes. "I don't know. I suppose I am, just a little. It's not that the me is afraid of the you, but that the sheep is afraid of the wolf. Do you understand?"

Sammi shook her head blankly. Laurel raised an eyebrow, frowning.

Sammi went to meet Victoria as soon as she was out of the bathtub. Grooming together would surely get the little one to trust her quickly. Sammi was willing to bet money it would work like a charm.

And it did. When Victoria stood up in the tub and stepped out Sammi was already rubbing her down with an enormous towel. "Have a nice bath?"

Sammi had barely started when Victoria grabbed the towel from her, wrapping it around her chest to conceal herself. She looked at Sammi warily.

"A little shy?" Sammi patted the lamb's head. "Cute."

"I'd rather not reveal myself to you is all, Miss."

"Well I know what can fix that shyness problem in a snap." Sammi pulled her gown over her head, unhooking her bra and pulling down her panties. She kicked all three articles aside into a small pile. "There. Now we're both naked. Now how about you let me dry you off with that towel?"

Victoria hesitated, surveying Sammi. A moment later the towel dropped to the floor. Sammi dropped to her knees and picked it up, rubbing the lamb. "There, now isn't that better? There are some parts of you it's just easier if someone else reaches them, eh? Especially if you have cloven hooves instead of paws. It's like having two fingers, isn't it?"

Instead of answering the question, Victoria commented, "You know, this is the first time I've seen someone other than myself naked."

Sammi raised her eyebrows. "Really? Not even on television? Not even your mother?"

Victoria shook her head. "Our TV has almost every channel blocked. As for Mother, I don't even know where she is a lot of the time. I've never seen her just after washing. She's actually quite shy."

Sammi shrugged, picking up a brush from a basket just in front of the bathroom mirror. She inspected it carefully, turning to Victoria. "This is for a fleece, isn't it?"

The little lamb turned around, her bare back towards Sammi. "I do so enjoy being groomed when Mother does it. If you'd like to there's no way I could turn you down."

Sammi rubbed the lamb's head, running the brush across her back. "You're a cute kid, Vicky."

"Vicky?" Victoria raised an eyebrow, smiling.

_The male crow tossed the notebook to his sister. It landed squarely on her belly, and she jolted awake with a loud, "Caw!" She looked down at the notebook on her lap for a good half minute before realizing what it was. "Oh, a new installment..." she said quietly, opening it up to where she had left off.

"What do you think?" The male crow asked after a while.

"It's even with the rest of the story. Keep on like that and it'll be brillo.

"Not much help."

"Okay, then. I've got a great idea for a scene. Listen to this..."_

Sammi was lying on a deck chair under a skylight, the sun right overhead. Vicky was sitting on the edge of the indoor pool in a one-piece bikini, her hoofed feet in the water. Laurel was at work, whatever she did for a living. Sammi wasn't sure.

Sammi raised her sunglasses, custom-made for her face. "There should be a law against houses being this big."

Vicky slid into the pool, turning to Sammi. "Come on in with me! The water's really nice."

Sammi looked to the little lamb, shaking her head. "Really couldn't. I'm probably crawling with STDs and I wouldn't want to infect you or your mother by getting into that pool, just in case it can be transferred that way."

"STDs, Miss?"

"Call me Sammi." Sammi leaned back on the deck chair again, lowering her sunglasses to her eyes. "How old are you again?"

"I'm pubescent, Sammi."

"Well, STDs are just diseases that affect parts of the body like the vagina."

"The vagina, Sammi?"

"That's right."

"I'm confused. The vagina?"

Sammi sat straight up, staring at the little one, who cowered slightly. "Do you know what a vagina is?"

"No"

"How 'bout a pussy? Cooch? Cunt? Snatch? Twat? Poon?

Vicky shook her head, frowning slightly. "Should I know?"

Sammi whipped off her sunglasses. "Of course you should! What kind of mother is Laurel, not telling you something like that. And you're pubescent too! This is the stage of your life where you need to know the most! How many heat cycles have you been through?"

"Two."

"Come on out of the pool, we've got a lot of talking to do."

The pair were sitting on Vicky's queen-sized bed. They had been talking for a good hour about absolutely everything Sammi knew about sexuality, from genitalia to procreation to fetishism.

"Here, I'll show you. Do you have a small mirror somewhere 'round here?"

"Right over on that dresser there."

Sammi stood up and strode over to the dresser, retrieving the mirror. She sat down on the bed again, turning to Vicky. "Right. There's something you really need to see. Take your bikini off?"

Vicky blushed. "Just take it off?"

Sammi looked at Vicky oddly. "What's wrong? I've seen you naked before."

"I know, it's just... different, now. What if you're a pedophile?"

Sammi rubbed the top of Vicky's head, grinning. "I see you're learning. Still, I'm someone your mother chose to trust, mostly based on her faith that I was good. She was right to do so, I think. Why don't you give it a go? Until then, I won't look."

Vicky mumbled something and removed her swimsuit, sitting naked before the wolf. Sammi's eyes never strayed downward as she undressed. She really was true to her word, Vicky thought.

"Okay," Sammi said, smiling to calm the lamb. "Now get up on your knees, back straight. Good. Put your knees as far apart as you can comfortably. Now, I'm gonna slide this mirror on the bed between your knees and turn away. I want you to inspect yourself and tell me when you're done."

It was several minutes before Vicky said, "You can turn around. I don't mind you seeing me."

Sammi turned to look at the little one, rubbing her head again. "Glad you think so, Vicky. Would you mind if I pointed out a few things?"

Vicky shook her head. Sammi bent over on her knees, pulling Vicky's privates apart with one paw and gesturing with the other one. "There are four main things I want to point out. See this little nub thing here? It's not very strong yet, but as you grow the nerve endings will be the strongest source of pleasure from sex. This, here, is the urinary opening, where the liquid comes out when you pee. This, back here is the vaginal opening, where the male's genitalia goes during intercourse. And this, back here, is your anus, your tailhole. I point that out because..."

"Because anal sex is popular with almost half of all heterosexual couples." Vicky finished. She went to her dresser and pulled out some clothing, pulling up a pair of silk panties. "My mother kept an entire world from me. I can kind of see why."

"Don't say that. Knowledge is power, eh? I don't know a whole lot about mathematics or literature, but I do know that the more you know the more prepared you are."

"That's very wise. I guess just because you don't have formal schooling doesn't mean you're an idiot. There are many forms of wisdom." Vicky tossed on a shirt.

"Now, you must have an encyclopedia somewhere. I want you to look up some of the things I've told you and make sure it's all about right. Got it? Good."

_"Yes, yes, that's excellent." The female crow nodded, reading over the male's shoulder. "Great writing, li'l brow. You've got a real knack for this. Believable characters in a believable setting. I feel like I'm getting to know the three. What now?"

"I haven't a clue." The male shrugged hopelessly. "I'm dead tired, and my inspiration's run dry."_

"You want me to take over writing while you snooze a little?"

"No, I'll manage. I'm not sleeping until this thing is through. Besides, your writing style is just a little different. People who read it would notice."

"Well, I guess I'll just do your sleeping for you, eh?" The female crow threw herself onto his bed. "Wake me when you've got another chapter or two up."

"You're no help."

It was a fairly innocent morning when Laurel found out. Vicky and Sammi had raced each other to the kitchen like they usually did in the morning. Vicky always won because Sammi always let her. And, as usual, Laurel was already out and about, having prepared a breakfast for the two. "Funny, isn't it?" Sammi commented to Laurel. "You'd think from my actions I'd be thirty years younger than you and not twenty, wouldn't you.?" Laurel glared but couldn't keep down a good-natured grin.

Vicky finished her cereal and excused herself from the table. Laurel sat across from Sammi at the table, and they stared quietly at one another for a while. "It's odd." Laurel commented. "Victoria was so excited recently. She's been insisting I call her Vicky. I've never been fond of nicknames but it's like she's adopted that as her name from now on. Did you have something to do with that?

"Yeah, I did, I guess."

"She's really getting attached to you. Young children get attached very quickly. I guess they don't discriminate like we do."

"She's not so young."

"Well pardon me! It sounded like you were accusing me of something there."

"Well. I dunno." Sammi stirred the milk in her bowel. "She really doesn't know much, does she?"

"I always thought she excelled in academics. She's a very bright young--" Laurel suddenly put two and two together in her head. "What have you been teaching her!?"

It was very late. Vicky sat up, rubbing her eyes. She sat quietly in her bed for what seemed like an eternity, willing herself to go to sleep. Finally, she got up and slid out of bed, opening her bedroom door and wandering down the corridor. After a brief walk she got to Sammi's room and pushed the door open, peering inside. Sammi wasn't there.

Vicky turned around, wandering around the house. When she found Sammi it was almost comical.

Vicky stepped into one of the various living rooms. The television was on a football channel, muted. Sammi was sprawled across the couch snoring loudly. The lamb shook the wolf bitch gently, waking her. "Sammi, Sammi. I can't sleep."

Sammi looked groggily at Vicky, blinking repeatedly. "Try counting sheep."

"I'm being serious!"

"Okay, okay, no need to shout." Sammi got up from the couch, hoisting up Vicky and holding her in her arms. She made her way to the lamb's room, tucking her into her bed. "There ya go. Now, I've got some sleeping to do."

"Wait..." Sammi turned, halfway through the door. Vicky continued. Will you sleep with me, just for the night?"

A smile broke across Sammi's face after a moment. She lifted the quilt, getting in next to Vicky. "Be warned, I've been told I snore."

"You do."

"Oh, shoot, I've always been hoping they were just trying to belittle me. Ah, well. Night, Vicky."

"Goodnight, Sammi."

Laurel woke up around six, showering and getting dressed. She put on a hooded sweater as well, leaving a note on the kitchen table and stepping out of the house.

Laurel took a morning walk every day and the snow today did little to stop her. Fierce gusts threatened to pull the ewe's skin from her flesh but she pressed on, walking through the garden maze she knew so well. She trudged to the end, leaning on the old-fashioned light post. She blew onto her wrists, her cloven hooves not bothered by the mind-numbing cold. She got off the post and squatted in front of a gravestone, tracing the inscription with her hoof. "Jabez Robinson. Born 1967, died 2001. In all the time we knew I only remember you doing one cruel thing to me, and that's leaving me alone so early.

"Sometimes I wonder when I'm doing something, what you would do if you were me. I've wished many time I knew exactly but it's not always clear. I've carried on your legacy, freeing the captives as you so heroically did. I've made good use of your fortune, too. I remember when we met your mother worried I was doing it for the money. She outlived you, funny now that I think about it..." Laurel brushed the wool from her eyes, shaking to get off the snow that had been amassing on her. "This is one of those cases where I wish I knew what you would do. I tried my hardest to keep everything from little Victoria, our legacy, but it's all for naught now. Would you hate the wolf bitch with a passion, as I do? She has as good as kidnapped our daughter, and certainly polluted her mind. No, you wouldn't hate her. I never knew of you hating anyone.

"So please, I know it sounds silly, but could you give me some kind of insight on how to deal with this? I worry I'll do something crazy." Laurel bowed her head, crying into her hooves.

_"Ooh, foreboding. Very clever. Have I mentioned I love the way you write?"

The male crow nodded. "Many times, I'm certain. I hate to say it, but this isn't exactly a never-ending story. I need to come to a close somewhere, but I couldn't say I've got much of a way to link now to the ending I have in mind."

"I'm sure you'll find a way. Why don't you ask Jabez for some insight? He's sure to think of something."

The crow rolled his eyes, picking up his pen once again. "Right. I'll just continue. You can read it again when it's finished."_

"Come on, Victoria. Don't you want to go out? I'm sure there's something we could do. When was the last time we went bowling, or mini-golfing? You love mini-golf."

"I told you, it's Vicky from now on. And I don't want to go out. Where's Sammi?"

"I have no clue where Sammi is. I'm sure she'll make herself known as soon as she's around. Wouldn't you like to spend some time with your own mother? I can make spaghetti if you're hungry."

"I'm not that hungry."

"Vicky, you're being impossible. What would you like to do?"

"I'd like to talk to Sammi."

It was the middle of the night. Vicky sat up in her bed, sliding out as she had been for the past week or so. She wandered through the house to Sammi's room, where Sammi was sitting on the bedside reading. The wolf looked up as Vicky entered. "To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure you could read." the lamb admitted."

Sammi closed the book and threw it aside, putting her paws under Vicky's armpits and lifting her onto the bed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately."

"About what?"

Sammi was silent for a long time, lying down staring at the ceiling. She began talking as if Vicky weren't there. "I was raised on it, I was forced into it most of my life. I never thought I'd miss it once it was gone..."

"Is there any way I can help?" Vicky asked, looking at the wolf.

Sammi stood up, walking to the doorway and leaning on it. Slowly the meaning of Vicky's words dawned on her. She turned around to face Vicky. The two faced each other for quite a few minutes, though time seemed to stand still.

Vicky's expression showed three fairly simple emotions. The first was understanding. Vicky knew what Sammi really needed. The second was devotion. Vicky was going to let her have it even though it might not be as pleasant an experience for her, especially to look back on. Third, there was innocence. This immense show of kindness was based solely on love.

"You're too young. We shouldn't." Sammi said abruptly.

"I'm too young. We should anyway." Vicky corrected.

The two spent another few seconds just gazing upon one another, then Sammi got off the door frame, walking over to the bed where Vicky was sitting quietly in the middle. Sammi gripped Vicky's shirt, pulling it over her head. She pressed the lamb down flat on her back, lowering her head to barely an inch above her upper body. The wolf tentatively licked the young lamb's chest, nipping an underage undeveloped teat lightly.

As Sammi suckled the little one's nipple, she pulled down Vicky's panties, leaving her naked. With her left paw she pulled the lips apart and with the right paw she gently slid in her pinky. Vicky was feeling more strange than pleasured by this touching but she knew what Sammi needed, so she started arching her back and moaning as if she found it extremely gratifying.

For the second time that night, time seemed to stop. This time, it was because Sammi became increasingly aware that there was another presence in the room. She pulled her head from Vicky's upper body, turning to the doorway. There stood Laurel, looking shocked.

Sammi tried to think of an excuse but nothing would come to her. Of course, there was no excuse for making sexual contact with your savior's daughter, even if she does hate you. Laurel spent a minute just trying to comprehend the situation. The moment it all came together she blew her top and slammed the door.

Laurel was nowhere to be seen the next day. Come nightfall Sammi and Vicky were once again sitting quietly in the lamb's room.

"She proposed a duel." Sammi said quietly.

Vicky nodded. "So turn it down."

"I can't. There's no way I can turn this down. It's about pride and reputation now. I couldn't get out of it if I wanted to."

"What a bitch, doing this to us!" Vicky exclaimed. "This isn't fair! There's no way you can get out of it."

"Don't say that about your mother."

"She's not my mother. You're more of a mother to me than she is."

Sammi glared at the lamb. "She loves you more than anything. You can't ignore that fact. If she wants me dead she probably thinks it's for the best. You're the main factor in this equation. We both want you to be the best you can be in life. And I have no doubt she can raise you better than I can."

"But she's proposed a duel! I don't want to see either of you die, and one of you is going to!"

Sammi sighed, rubbing Vicky's head. "Sometimes you have to take what life throws at you."

Vicky looked up at Sammi. "Do you even know how to use a gun?"

"I've got a basic idea. If it's loaded then you pull the trigger to shoot it."

"Why don't you go to her firing range? There are a few guns there and you can definitely reach the ammunition."

"I've tried. It's locked."

"That bitch! That's so unfair of her!"

"Vicky?"

"Yeah?"

"I need sleep. Go away."

Vicky didn't want to argue with Sammi, so she left the room. She went to Laurel's master bedroom and tried the door, realizing it was locked. From inside, she could hear sobbing.

Vicky burst into her room, where Sammi had slept, surprised to find her already awake and pacing about. "Sammi! I heard Mother crying in her room yesterday. She doesn't want to do this! Maybe you can convince her that there are better ways of settling an argument then a fight to the death."

Sammi nodded. "I'll try my best to convince her." Her normally casual demeanor was now deathly serious. She sighed. "Vicky? Kiddo?"

"Yes?"

"There's one thing I've always wanted to do in life. So if I don't make it back from this--"

"Don't say that! You'll convince Mother she's wrong and you won't have to fight!"

"Fine, that's what'll happen. But just in case, I've just wanted to say, I've... Always wanted to taste it."

"Taste what?"

"A lamb's blood."

Vicky froze up, staring at Sammi who in turn looked at her pleadingly. Vicky sighed, clamping her eyes. "Do as you must."

"All that wool, and those hooves... Vicky, which ear do you favor?"

"My right."

Vicky visibly winced, her eyes still shut, as she felt something hot on her left ear. She realized quickly that it was Sammi's breath. Sammi closed her mouth around the ear as gently as she could, and without warning, began chewing on it. In an instant Vicky's ear was ripped to tatters, and Sammi was suckling at the blood pouring from the extensive wound. Sammi licked her lips, standing up and leaving the room for the garden where the duel was to be held. She left quickly, not stopping to turn back and look upon the lamb. Vicky was lying on the bed quietly crying, her ear covered in gashes and tears.

Vicky woke up. She checked the clock next to the bed. The duel was designated to be held in two minutes! Vicky jumped out of bed and immediately fell down, dizzily. She felt up at her ear and looked down on the bed, realizing that she needed a bandage of some kind, immediately. As soon as she had patched herself up with some gauze from an emergency kit in the room, she rushed for the gardens.

As Vicky passed Sammi's room something caught her eye. There was an envelope on her pillow. Written on it were the words "Shooting Range" and inside was a key. The truth dawned on Vicky. Laurel had intended Sammi practice using guns to be ready, but Sammi never found the note because she didn't sleep in her own room.

Vicky's thoughts were interrupted by a single gunshot. She dashed through the hallway, down the grand staircase, and through the kitchen to get to the garden door. The garden at her residence was enormous, but Vicky found them immediately.

Laurel was standing up straight and sideways, a gun pointing straight out and her other arm steadying it. Thirty feet away in the direction the gun was pointing was some odd shape. Vicky sprinted towards it, though she knew what it was long before she got there. Vicky collapsed over the wolf's corpse, crying miserably.

_"And that's it."

The female crow read through the entire story, then read through it again. She shrugged. Is the ear scene really necessary?"

The male crow returned the shrug. "Well, whatever. All that's left is to submit it._

This author, who is not really two crows, can by contacted through AIM under the name of Rankomaster