The Gods' Judgment: Part Two
"Come along." The sound of hooves clicked in the echoing hallway while Gerald kept his eyes averted to one side in an effort not to look at his guide. "Hurry up, human!!"
Of all the creatures to meet him at the walls of the city, it had been a goat that had stood there with his large body blocking the door, a large body with a broad set of horns that swept over his head and a large beard that ran down along the underside of his jaw. The moment he saw it, all he could think was how he had spent the night with so many does. What he had done to him, what he had been forced to do with the females, now it was all brought back with the harsh scent of goat on the air. It filled his senses as they walked down the long stone corridor. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on the ground instead of looking up at the guard. He couldn't' believe that he'd mounted animals, it was so far outside of anything he had ever imagined that he felt as if he were in shock.
Would the does truly have his offspring? Was it possible? The thought made his stomach turn. He had never thought about having children, but now he might have several running around in another world and they wouldn't even be human. It was just the first of three trials that he had to go through and that meant that there were two more. He could only presume that the other two would be just as hard as the first one, but he couldn't imagine not trying. It was his best chance, even if it was degrading and the others might be something that he could agree too. If it were only something intellectual he could do it easily. It was a wishful thought, one that he had to let go of regretfully as he stepped through one of the sweeping archways and found himself once again in the interior of the temple. The goat gave him a sideways look, the slit nostrils flared briefly as if taking in his scent.
Can he smell what I've done? He flinched and averted his eyes as he stepped through the door way and found himself once more facing the dark black form of his tormenter.
The cat, Aurliar, was as nude as ever, stretched out with her stomach bared to him with her soft plush breasts shown boldly along her upper chest. The dark nipples were tightened and firm along the fur, flashing them as she stretched out slowly and turned her eyes to regard him. Her long tail flicked lightly back and forth, the slow movements hitting the ground as Gerald kept his eyes from her nude body. She was beautiful in a terrifying exotic way, but after last night he didn't want to think about sex. She pulled herself up slowly, moving as if she were boneless as she sat up and crinkled her nose up slightly and showed a brief flash of white fangs beneath her dark lips.
He was horribly aware of the fact that he was nude, his hands were the only things that kept him somewhat decent, somewhat hidden. His cheeks burned hotly as his body reacted to the sight of the strange creature exposed to him, her curves, the way she moved, it all exuded a sensuality that made him want to watch her. It didn't matter that she wasn't human, the female part of her made his shaft start to thicken up in reaction, growing heavier by the moment as he fought to keep his hands covering himself. It was humiliating that he had almost accepted his nude state after hiking all the way back in the buff, but seeing her brought it all back home. Like the worst nightmare a person could have coming to life. And she watched him, her eyes weighing him and her lips curved up as whatever she saw, she found lacking.
"You have passed one trial, I am impressed." Auliar tilted her head to one side. "I had assumed you would fail and so languish in that form."
"I wasn't going to be stuck like a goat." Gerald answered stiffly, trying to keep the rage from his voice. "What is the second task?"
"The second task?" The cat turned her head level again and watched him closely for a moment, making him want to squirm in place. He fought the urge and kept his eyes fixed on her. "The second task will send you far outside of my hand, to the foothills of the mountains and the shepherds that work there. Come here..."
Gerald stepped forward, trying to keep himself from saying something he would regret. He walked forward to the edge of the soft pile of pillows, where the priestess kneeled and lifted her hands to move beneath his chin. He knew what sharp claws were hidden beneath the velvet tips of her fingers, he struggled to hold still as she touched the edge of the collar around his throat. The touch of the finger touched right along the line of metal so that it suddenly sprang open and released his throat. It fell down with a clatter and made him jump away, feeling the edge of the fingers brushing right along the edges of his collar bone with a feather light touch. Her fur felt like velvet, caressing him, stroking over the edges and towards the swell of his chest so that his nipples tightened in response. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't even stop the way his shaft stiffened and tried to rise up, only held down by his hands. He let out a trembling breath and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to center himself.
"There is a legend among the farmers in that town, of a golden ewe that roams the foothills. Her wool isn't true metal, but the color is so like to gold as to be priceless and the milk from her udders will cure even the gravest ills." The feline purred the words out low in his throat, her eyes lidded slightly while her dark tail twitched this way and that. "It is an old and cherished story, and you will give life to those stories."
"A-an ewe? A sheep?!" He yelped out and jerked backwards as she stood up with a smile that bristled her whiskers. "A female sheep?!"
"Yes, you will have two choices. If you can evade the farmers, at the end of a fully day, you will be changed back into a human. If you are caught, you must serve your master for a full week, you will not run away, you will not flee, you will do your duty and at the end of the week you will be returned to your form." Auliar licked her lips with a soft purr as she leaned down to pick something up that was tucked away in the pillows. "Let us hope that you are fleet enough to escape them, surely you are smarter than a group of peasant humans."
"Yes..." He swallowed. Of course he was, primitive humans? They would likely try to use cages or herd him with sound, he wasn't a dumb animal, he could evade any of those attempts! He would evade them! This was nothing like the task of being a goat, that had been degrading and disgusting, this would be easy. "I will return soon, for my last challenge."
Auliar pulled out a thick heavy pelt, the wool almost a golden hue as she shook it out with a purring laugh that sent a shiver down his spine. It was flung out towards him, hitting him hard on the chest so he had no choice but to move his hands up to catch it, his fingers sank into it while she flung out a hand and spoke a musical throaty series of chants. He ignored her, instead he moved to swing the fleece around himself, covering his nudity for the first time since he'd changed into a coat. A covering between himself and the rest of the world, something to at least make him feel somewhat normal. He felt a wave of warmth flow towards him, curling and rushing along his chest as he stumbled backwards. As the chants rose up, the feline's voice deepened, crooning them out as the world around him started to flare with bright light, blinding him, wrapping around him, leaving him stumbling as the priestess faded into the light so he was left gasping.
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Gerald only regained the ability to see when he heard the sound of birds chirping and felt soft damp grass beneath his bare feet. He opened his eyes again carefully, not to the brilliant light that had wrapped around him and surrounded him, but to filtered sunlight that spilled down from the ground. He felt a rush of relief and glanced around, seeing the ground filled with rocky lumps and small boulders that were cast this way and that. He shifted the fleece on his back and turned a full circle, looking at the edges of the tree line, the forest in the distance that hinted at thick hiding places if he wished them. There wasn't a single person about, only himself and a distant band of deer nervously cropping grass near a stream. It was idyllic and peaceful, the sort of place that many people must dream about when they thought about getting away from the city. Except, he wasn't here to escape the city, he was here to find a damn way away from this place.
As he shifted the wool down lower, trying to cover the front of his body, he felt it sliding along the line of his back. The tanned hide was soft, almost like suede against his bare skin, caressing the curve of his ass and where it caressed it clung to him. He could feel it wrapping around him, the edges where he held it suddenly gripped tightly around his chest and arms, clenching with a powerful movement that made him reach up and try to catch the edge of the stuff just above his chest. He tried to curl beneath the wool as it stretched along him, running along the line of his back and growing warmer, almost feverishly hot, against his skin. He remembered what the feline priestess had said, but that was no comfort when he could almost feel the fleece crawling along him and tendrils of it stretched upwards towards the edge of his neck. He tried to peel it away, but it pushed up higher despite his frantic attempts.
It slide down his arms, softer tighter curls of wool that grew along his pale skin, like the softest color gold imaginable, darkening up towards the thick curls along his chest and back. It stopped just being a covering of his nude body as he felt an ache forming along his wrists and he used one hand to try and paw uselessly at his wrist. His fingers began to pull together as the nails grew darker and thickened together, the ridge of his finger nail pushing downwards as his bones began to ache and shift. He let out a startled noise and jerked his other hand away as the thick nails grew down along his joins, parting into two thick cloven hooves as he watched. His other hand soon joined the first, the dark nail covering his fingers until he couldn't bend them, couldn't move them, couldn't do anything more than struggle as they were pulled together to form snug looking hooves.
His arms began to change, his legs as well, he could feel his elbow moving up as he watched and horror, opening his lips to cry out, but only a ragged bleat burst out of his throat. His feet grew longer as the wool coated his legs, his ankle was pulling up higher along his leg and the toes started to grow together. The nails were thickening, growing larger and thicker, but that wasn't what held his gaze. Ewe. Ewe. The simple word rolled through his head from what Auliar had implied, but now he watched as the wool covered his stomach, a soft puffy layer, but nothing that hid what was beneath. Nothing that hid the fact that his human cock rested along his leg, but it was starting to change as well. The warmth burned through him, spread along his body in a rush that made his cheeks burn and his heart pound in his ears. His legs and arms continued to change, the ache there, but his eyes were locked on the darkening of his cock, the proud girth pulling backwards.
His foreskin slipped up to cover his glans entirely, that was normal, but now it was starting to thicken as he watched it. The edges growing a bit fatter by the moment as his cock pulled backwards and made him squirm backwards. He twisted forward, groaning out with a ragged bleat while he felt a tremor run along his loins, a brush of pleasure that made him let out a high pitched call. His balls pulled upwards, the skin around the tightened and pressed up between his legs almost painfully. It was too much, the pressure was growing, his stomach cramped up while he kicked out his legs wildly in the air. His jaws parted open, tongue jutting out slightly as the bones began to elongate and his lips and jaws pushed forward in the air. His nose began to grow larger and pushed outwards while his cock began to pull closer towards his body and more changed. The wool thinned along the curve of his belly, becoming a velvety fuzz as a spot just above his shrinking cock, while the skin on his lower belly grew redder and swollen. It was almost aching while he felt his head changing shape, his neck growing while his body molded into a new form.
With a wild bleat he watched his cock pull backwards between his haunches, the ridge of his foreskin growing plumper and began to form another shape entirely. Plush soft lips nestled where his... her cock once rested, tapered at the tip and wider towards the base as they rested right between her legs. Her balls disappeared, not shrank, they were pulling into her body, she could feel them pushing inside of her so her stomach felt a rush of nausea that made her lean her head up briefly to bleat out a ragged call. She twisted upwards, contorting herself to stare at them in horror, watching every trace of her malehood disappear. And worse, the swollen spot just along her lower belly grew warmer, felt more sensitive as the skin was drawn taut. The edge of velvety wool disappeared right towards her lower belly as two points began to rise up, two horribly sensitive points that pushed out from under the skin and grew larger.
The flesh grew swollen, it dropped like a heavy sac along her lower belly, sagging slightly to one side as parts she had never had began to fill and swell. The faint outline of veins could be seen as she opened her lips and started to pant shallowly as teats formed into two finger thick teats that rolled back and forth. She twisted around, pushing her hooves under her while her ears began to grow longer, sliding along her head so that they pinned down flat against her head while she tried to stand up. Her entire body felt strange and heavy as she heaved up and splayed her legs to keep on all fours, her udder swung under her, bumping along her inner thighs as it grew heavier and heavier, weighing her down awkwardly as it filled with milk. Even the touch of her own inner thighs was a torment, something that made her flinch and attempt to splay her hind legs open wide.
This was worse than being a goat, she had at least been male than, and somewhat human, but now she stood on all fours with her head drooped down low so it was level with what had once been her arms. She felt ungainly as she sucked in breath after breath, trying to clear her mind while she trembled on her stout legs, blinking a few times in the sunlight as she felt the warmth hitting along the thick wool of her coat. She turned her head to look back at herself, the wool made her look large and fluffy, larger than she felt beneath the warmth of it. It was golden colored with a slight hint of metallic beneath the edges that made it look as if it were truly gold and not just color. It was paler towards her legs and under belly, her nose looked pale as well, but she couldn't be sure as she stared at the elongated muzzle.
At least all I have to do is remain here, I can keep away from them easily enough if I have to. There have to be a hundred hiding spaces up here in the mountains and foothills. She let out a sigh and slowly took a step forward, feeling the heavy udder swinging beneath her as she did so. She would go towards the forest and hide there, she only had to make it a day before she had completed this humiliation and then she would be given a third and final, and be done with this place once and for all.
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The forest was farther than Gerald had imagined, it was awkward going as she was forced to feel the swell of her sensitive udder with each movement. The skin was drawn so tight it was almost painful, making her try to avoid touching it with her inner thighs if she could get away with it. Her tail was at least thick and heavy with wool, able to be tucked down to avoid baring her changed sex. She didn't want to think about that part of her change, it had taken not just her humanity away, but her identity. As long as she didn't linger on it, she wouldn't have to really think about it later, she could put this entire episode away and forget it. Just as she planned on doing her damnedest to forget what she had done as a goat.
As she was making her way to the forest, she became uncomfortably aware that the foothills weren't as deserted as they had appeared. The moment she came down from the little rise she had been perched on, she found herself looking at small pocketed valleys that were obviously the territory of local shepherds. She was forced to count on the fact they were far enough away that the sheep were small dots to ensure her safety, if they saw her, they couldn't pick her out, not really. She wasn't easily recognizable after all, it would be easy to miss what she really was from a distance and her odd coloring. At least she hoped so. She got nearly halfway to the forest edge, close enough that she could see the shadows thick beneath the trees and the hints of sunlight that spilled through the branches, when she heard an excited barking sound erupt from nearly right beside her as she made a lumbering bolt through a little dip in the hill.
"Got a stray?" A gruff voice called out while Gerald ambled away as a black and white streak burst into view from around a rather large scattering of rocks and boulders.
The dog barked excitedly as he came about, the long haired tail was dropped down low as he crept along his belly and whined out. He crept forward rapidly, crawling step by step at a near run while Gerald lunged towards the forest, ignoring the discomfort of the hanging udder beneath his belly, and tried to evade the beast that bolted towards him. It wasn't the dog that scared her, but a lanky young man that slid over a large rock with a shepherds crook held in one hand. He swung over neatly, his face a picture of annoyance at the dog, but the annoyance faded as he looked up and saw Gerald trying to lunge towards the forest before she was stopped.
"Sweet goddess.... JEP! TO THE RIGHT!" The lad blew out a loud whistling call that sent the collie bolting towards Gerald's front, making her stumble backwards with a wild scrabble of her hooves.
She bleated out and tried to run around him, but another whistle came out from the shepherd that brought he collie about. The dog lunged down and nipped right at her ankles as she stretched her legs out in a bid to run, an awkward run that made her udder sway back and forth, but that wasn't what mattered at the moment. Getting away was what mattered! The dog answered the whistles, darting his way and that like a streak of black and white, always nipping at her heels as she was forced to the left and was scrabbling over the rocks, trying to find a way to lose him. Her eyes were locked on the rocky ground, trying to make sure that she didn't slip as another whistle brought the dog behind her and suddenly the jaws closed right on her hind leg making her bleat wildly and kick to try and get away from him. She was a human! She had a human mind, she wasn't a dumb beast, she just had to use that intelligence to get away.
She twisted about, ignoring the biting of the dog as she shoved him to one side and set her eyes directly on the trees, the man's whistles rang in her ears as she lowered her head and went off in a blind run towards the forest. She lowered her head and ignored the snapping jaws near her head and tried to make it to safety, once in the forest she could give the dog a real run for it. The loud whistles and commands still rang in her ears as she gave a lunge and twist that put her head in range to hit the collie with his head roughly. The dog yelped and tumbled away as she made a leap and turn, narrowly getting around the rocks with her heavily wooled body as the trees loomed closer. A shrill whistle burst out from behind her before the dog's barking grew more frantic.
This time, it wasn't a dog that crashed into her side, but a tight band of baaing stocky sheep that crashed along her shoulder. Gerald scrabbled to get her hooves beneath her as they milled around her bleating wildly, their silly heads tossed this way and that as the collie barked and began to run in a circle. She was forced into the center of a herd of nearly a dozen of the wooly things. They bumped against her, jostling and pushing her about as she attempted to wriggle free of them. The sheep pushed her this way and that, one even kicking her with a sharp hoof against her side. She turned her head unerringly towards the forest, but the herd of sheep were pushing her along, forcing her backwards as the dog continued to herd them all. Every time she tried to break free, a new body jostled in front of her and forced her to step back.
"Get 'em back Jep! There's a good lad! Come on!" The shepherd called out, his voice almost shivering with excitement. "Keep them tight now! Go on!"
The loud whistle burst out and she was forced backwards again as the sheep drove her with them and the collie started to dart this way and that. He was low to the ground, his tail wagging wildly as he gave little snaps of his jaws towards any ewe that tried to step out of the flock, Gerald was helpless! She couldn't' get past the stocky bodies, she was forced to turn away as a larger ewe crashed against her and suddenly bit her when she didn't get out of the way. With a wild bleat she found herself facing the shepherd who was calling short commands to his dog. He was grinning ear to ear as he looked at her trapped in the midst of his flock.
"Look at you..." He murmured as the flock went past him, jostled along with Gerald still firmly held in the center. "Get 'em home Jep! H'Yup! Bring 'em in!!! Keep them tight!"
To Gerald's humiliation he was forced forward into an awkward run with the rest of the sheep that lurched around her. When she tried to break free or stop so they'd pass by her the annoyed ewes bit and butted at her to get a move on. They didn't want to be slowed up or moved towards the edges of the flock where the dog continually moved and nipped at his charges. Her only choice was to keep in the flock and hope that she could find a way to break free by running faster. She butted her head against the sheep in front of her, stretching her legs to try and break free, but sharp hooves kicked back at her in annoyance. None of these sheep knew her, they didn't like her, they didn't tolerate her attempts to break free. Instead, she was forced to run with them all the way down the hill, her eyes flashing wildly in a panic.
Jep and the shepherd drove them on down the hill, the dog was swift and brutal in his herding, often jumping right over their backs to make sure the tight cluster of sheep didn't spread apart. They were driven past a small cluster of buildings where a few cows were lingering about and women were working. A few stopped to stare at their passing as the flock was pushed on until the man's voice rang out loud and clear. She saw a flash of a fence before the sheep behind her lunged forward, nearly making her fall head over hoof as they entire flock surged forward. In front of her the ewes were forced together, nearly squishing her as she shot through a pair of large fence posts with the rest, the dog nearly on their heels.
"Goff!! Is that what I think it is?!" Someone called out as Gerald milled with the flock of sheep, being circled about, but not chased by the dog, not any longer. They were running right along the line of a fence, a pen, she bleated out as she tried to wriggle free of the group of ewes. "HEYLA! Come look! He's got the gold ewe!!!"
"She was right up near the forest." The shepherd almost crowed his victory. "Had Jep rush the herd on her and she came right down! Look at her! Almost pure gold!"
"She's gorgeous, look how thick that wool is!" Another voice spoke up while she nearly hit her nose against a fence post. She bleated out and tried to duck her head, dropping down to see if she could wedge beneath it.
"Back you get!" A hand pushed against her head, forcing her backwards as she tried to wriggle beneath the wood, her shoulders getting caught as she pushed with her hind legs. "She's worth a fortune. Absolutely priceless."
"Not spring yet, you can't sheer her." Someone commented as Goff forced her backwards step by slow step. "Best to wait until the warmer weather."
"Or I can sheer her now and move her closer to the farm, no reason she can't live in the stable. It'll be safer there too." Gerald bleated out and lunged forward again, but the hand kept her forced back, jostling her in with the rest of the sheep. "She's absolutely priceless, the most valuable beast I've ever seen. The crown itself will buy her wool and her milk will be worth its weight in gold."
Gerald glared up at the man talking, he pulled his hat off revealing tousled hair as he grinned down at her, his eyes bright. "You are going to make me a fortune.... An absolute fortune.." The whispered words held a promise that made the former boy tremble in place as the greedy eyes stared down at her.
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Gerald spent a long night in the middle of the pen, huddled in with a group of sheep that bunched together and pressed her in their midst. Not that she minded that, even if it was humiliating, it was at least warm to be snugged into the group when the temperature started to drop down lower and lower. She could see her breath on the air as she had to keep her head tucked down against one of the wooly sides and was breathing in the warm animal scents on the air. That scent was almost comforting, warm and slightly musky in her nostrils, it made her relax despite her misery. She tried to break free several times, tried to find a weakness in the fence, but the edge was patrolled by Jep the sheep dog. He wasn't about to let one of his charges to escape and the moment she stuck so much of a nose out she found the jaws snapping at her. Eventually she slept, fitfully, but it wasn't real sleep, it was simple exhaustion before the morning sun came and she was woken up by the sounds of the farm around her.
"Heya Jep, keep them in line, eh?" The shepherd's voice was what brought her ears up, swinging them back against her head as the man appeared and rubbed the collie's head. "Let's see if that wool truly is gold."
The dog barked out, leaping around his master's legs as the shepherd stepped up onto the lower rung of the fence and pulled himself up and over with ease. Gerald stepped back with the flock as they crowded backwards bleating mindlessly, but she had a purpose, she didn't want to be caught by the man. It was a losing battle, the shepherd neatly pushed through the bulk of the flock and reached out to catch the wool along the back of her neck. She bleated out angrily, kicking and struggling to get away, but he used the wool to drag her out, yanking her up onto her hind legs so that she felt her heavy udder swinging and being jostled as she pawed out with her forehooves. The man heaved her up, yanking her with a grunt until she was pulled up into the air and against his chest where she couldn't get away. She writhed and kicked, striking him against the stomach as his hold forced her up and over his shoulders.
"Mmmph! Come on girl.." She was suddenly heaved over the broad shoulders so that her stomach rested behind his neck. He gripped her legs and pinned them together so she hung heavily on either side of his shoulders.
She couldn't struggle, not when he gripped her legs and pulled them down firmly towards his chest, it was made worse with the fact that her heavy swollen udder was pushed right up against the curve of the shoulder. The hot flesh being pushed against so she let out a protest as the shepherd pushed the gate open just wide enough for him to slip through. The dog started to bark out and leap around his master's legs, jumping up to nip at her legs before he was shoved away. She was carried across the farm yard, her ears pinned flat to her ears in humiliation.
"Tilla, grab the clippers and rope, we'll get her shorn down while there's still time to get to market." He shrugged her up higher along his shoulders as he made his way to a lopsided looking barn.
A pretty young woman came out of the house, her hair pulled back into a pony tail and a heavy woolen dress. It was trimmed in soft looking fur that had seen better days and a long apron that had full weighed down pockets. One of them held a silver set of clippers that sagged out from the pocket. It was obviously his wife, too old to be his daughter, not old enough to be his mother and she looked entirely different so she wasn't a relative.
"I hope you know what you're doing, what if the beast catches cold?" Tilla trotted to catch up to them, her breasts bouncing just a touch while Gerald pinned her ears flat to her head. "Perhaps we might just sell her milk for now?"
"We'll keep her in the barn, she'll be fine. Grab the rope as well, we'll get her legs tied, We don't want her hurting herself." Goff shifted her over his shoulders before pushing open a large barn door, bouncing her haunches against it as he got through. "Easy on, girl... Easy now..."
Gerald kicked and struggled as the man's wife closed the door behind them, cutting off her only route to escape as she was swung down from his shoulder and to the ground. She let out a grunt and tried to get her legs beneath her in a bid to escape, but the farmer held her on her back, her legs paddled at the air wildly before her legs were tugged firmly up and her forelegs were pulled together high above her, almost lifting her up in the air. Rough rope was used to tie her legs together, wrapping them up as she tried to kick them out, her hind legs bucked wildly as she twisted and writhed against the ground. It didn't take long for Goff to grab her hind legs and pull them up tightly towards her forelegs as the ropes were tied together so she couldn't even kick them out. She let out an angry bleat, her ears flat down against her head as she was dropped onto her side.
"Feel the wool, it's softer than silk..." The man's hands sank into the wool along her back, the fingers curling and stroking through the thick heavy coat. "If we can get it to the capital they'll pay anything for it, just to possess it, to make clothing from it or even to display it."
"We could sell her and make even more, Goff..." Tilla's hand moved to stroke through her wool as well, the touch made her flush hotly, bleating out unhappily.
"Sell her? We can have this wool year after year, and look here..." The man's hand reached down and cupped against her udder so she let out a short protest and tried to kick her bound legs out. "She's full of milk, if we can keep her this way imagine how many buckets we'll be able to sell."
The fingers dug into the hot feeling flesh, squeezing and massaging so that her entire body shuddered in reaction. It was almost painful to feel the finger tips working against her, the flesh had only grown more swollen towards the night and now every stroke was a torture. The woman's hands reached down, her long fingers cupped right beneath the curve of her udder and gave it a gentle squeeze that forced some of the pressure towards her teats. She shuddered as the pressure built along the tender openings, pushing against them while she tried to writhe away. It was painful feeling, but at the same time it built towards something that she wanted, she wanted that pressure released, no matter how badly it hurt at first. Except, the fingers released her teats before it happened, patting lightly as she trembled against the ground, nostrils flaring wide with each gulping breath.
"She is full, I wonder if she lost her lamb, it feels like she hasn't had anything suckling here...." Tilla murmured softly and leaned backwards, pulling out the clippers. "We'll take care of that, poor girl."
"Alright, start at the belly, we'll try and get the fleece off in one piece if we can." Goff heaved her up, pulling her upper body higher up from the ground so she was braced against him. "It feels like she's never been clipped."
"Easy, girl, it'll be alright..." Tilla murmured softly as the brush of cold metal touched Gerald's stomach and slid through the wool. "Hold her tight, now."
The metal touched her skin beneath the wool, cold and sharp tipped before there was the sound of metal scraping against the metal. The clippers began to work in a line right along her chest, pressed against her skin so she didn't dare struggle or move, she was terrified to feel the sharp tips biting into her vulnerable skin. The cut went all the way up past her chest and towards her neck before they pulled back down again, the handles brushed against her udders as another line began along her stomach with firm clips that nearly cut against her skin. They cut so close that there was barely an eighth of an inch of fur left as the line ran all the way up towards her neck again before it worked it's way back down again. She squeezed her eyes shut as the man kept her gripped in place, refusing to let her go while the wife leaned over her.
They worked all along her belly, the heavy wool loosening as the tightly curled hairs kept the fleece together as it started to work towards one of her sides. Her legs were yanked up, hind legs stretched a bit higher up in the air as the clippers ran up and along her shoulder. She could feel it loosening as she was turned about, rolled onto her side in an uncomfortable position as they stretched her out and made her want to kick back. She'd never been handled this way, the casual hands twisted and turned her as if she were some sort of inanimate object with no feelings or opinion. Her legs were curled painfully beneath her as she was forced to roll onto her belly and the man moved around her, suddenly gripping her hips and pulling them upwards so that she was stretched back out again.
The clippers worked between her shoulder blades and, more humiliatingly, just beneath her tail and along her hind legs. She felt herself being exposed, her folds visible as she tried to squirm away, but her attempts to move only gut her a knick with the clippers. She let out a bleating cry, twitching her ears before going still and tolerating the feel of the blades running along her inner thighs before they moved over to her other side. The fleece was sliding along her, loosening up and running along her upper shoulders as the blades ran along the underside of her shoulder and elbow. She held perfectly still as the last few clips worked down her side. The sound of the metal cutting into her wool, the scraping noise of metal on metal were the only sounds she could hear outside of her panting breath as the last few snips worked through her fleece and cut through it neatly.
"Get her up." Tilla gripped the cut wool, lifting it up so that Gerald felt a brush of cold air against her short fur. "Lift her higher now..."
Her body was pulled up into the air, forced onto her hooves with a hand that wrapped around her middle and along her stomach, but it was enough that the woman could grab the fleece and pull. Gerald bleated out, her tied hooves brushed the ground as the entire thing was lifted away from her shaved body, baring her shorn pelt and the cool air as she struggled to get away from the hold. The golden thing was shaken out, thick and full, nearly the span of the palm of her hand and flashing nearly metallic gold in the light. She hunched herself while the man reached down to loosen the ropes around her legs, letting her forelegs free so she could scrabble away with a wild kick of her still tied hind legs. She hopped away from them both, feeling humiliated and more nude than she had before.
Before she had a thick heavy pelt that had hidden every part of her body, but now she had nothing to protect her from their prying eyes. She looked down her body, so much smaller looking without the wool, the edges of the fur showing lines where the sheers had cut raggedly from her struggles. Her tail was even shaved down, a little stub that didn't hide anything at all, while her udders stood out painfully between her hind legs with the teats stiff and swollen looking. She tried to tuck her tail down low, averting her eyes as she limped into a corner, her bound hind legs making it awkward, but she didn't want them near her. She didn't want them to touch her! This was beyond humiliating! They held up her fleece, Goff touched the edge of it with a grin on his face, one matched by his wife who shook it out a few times as if she were weighing it.
"If we hurry, we can send it with Lannon, he'll fetch us a fair price at the capital. Even the priests will be eager to pay for this from such a beast." Tilla murmured to herself. "Should we milk her and send that as well?"
"The travel will do the milk no good, we can milk her when we return. You take this to Lannon, I'll take the flock out to graze." Goff picked up the edge of her fleece and helped lift it up. "I can take the milk to market tonight, that will help hold us over."
"Will you leave her here?" Tilla started to roll up the fleece, tugging it gently from his hands. "Perhaps we should put her in the house to keep warm, it's still cold even here."
"I'll let Nic in, he's been away from the ewes since he bullies the young lambs, but I bet he would like the company. If she gets a chill she'll huddle up with him." The man grinned and brushed off his hands. "Come here girl, let's get that rope off you."
Gerald hobbled away as he got nearer, she didn't want him touching her, not now. She kept her ears back and bleated out unhappily as she led him around in a circle in the barn to try and evade him. The last thing she wanted was for him to decide to milk her now, there was still time to try and find a way out of that part of this trial. They had the wool, what else could they want from her.
"Fine! Stay that way.." Goff finally shook his head and gestured towards his wife so they could go to the door. As they left, he paused long enough to haul open a door. "Go on Nic, enjoy a little bit of a flock for once. Keep her safe."
Gerald glared at the pair as they left with her fleece, huddled and feeling nude, humiliated, violated as the pair of them left with the door opening to send a rush of cold air spilling around her. She trembled in place, it was chilly enough that she tried to huddle back to keep herself warm. Though, the skin of her udder still felt puffy and hot, swollen and uncomfortable as she huddled down as best she could. The rope on her hind legs made her movements awkward, but she could get out of that, she just had to twist her head around enough to get the rope between her teeth so it came free. She turned her head, feeling the cool air spilling along her body as she strained back and lowered her head to try and catch the rope in her flat teeth. She caught the edges, tugging against it and pulling roughly to try and loosen it enough to peel free. It would be fine as soon as her legs were untied, she'd find a way to get out of this, or at least a way to avoid the humiliation of being milked.
She was stopped when a nose suddenly pushed right up against her neck and huffed out hotly, sending out a hot wave of air against her and distracting her. She jerked away, bleating out and stumbling back, but her tied hind legs tripped her up, nearly making her fall flat on her face. A heavy wooly ram stepped forward, licking his pink tongue up and over his nose curiously as he advanced. The shaggy creature boasted a set of foot long curling horns along his head, the smooth fur of his muzzle nearly hidden under a spill of wool that covered his eyes. He was a greyish color, hay and straw stuck in patches against him from where he must have been lying down. He sneezed a little bit and stepped forward again, snuffling at her with his ears swinging up high on his head with interest that made the former man stumble a few more steps backwards.
The ram stepped after he, snuffling the air busily as he crowded her. She couldn't scramble away, her bound hind legs made that impossible to really run. His nose brushed against her shoulder, sliding along the newly shaved hide. The lack of wool made her feel sensitive to the brush of the soft nose, the caress ran along her side as he puffed out and pushed his heavy body against her. The harsh scent of him filled her muzzle, thick and nasty with musk. He crowded her, shoving up against her and jostling her roughly so that she was forced backwards against the side of the barn. She attempted to wriggle forward, but she found herself being pushed against his side as he snuffled this way and that against her. The warmth of his breath chased away the chill as she tried to butt her head against him. The short movement didn't do anything more than make him push harder against her side.
Damnit, I don't want to do this! She wriggled and kicked wildly, her legs being tossed out as she fought and squirmed, pushed and struggled along the wall.
The ram let out a deep angry bleat as she slipped away and hobbled a few steps forward to get away from him. The beast dropped his head and hit against her roughly, ramming against her haunches so that she stumbled and her forelegs nearly buckled as her hind legs dropped out from under her. She couldn't get them up right away, she had to struggle and fight, hopping awkwardly forward as the ram snuffed against her busily, sending out hot puffs of air this way and that, running along her shoulder and back busily. The warmth was pleasant in the chill barn, but the feel of him nipping against her, dragging his teeth along the line of her spine made her try to writhe away. She got her hind legs under him, struggling to push them up while her tail wagged back and forth with her annoyance. She bleated back at the animal and hobbled forward again, but he seemed to take that as an invitation to snuffle down the line of her back. His tongue flicked out rapidly, licking along the line of her back with flutters of the pink tip of his tongue.
It was disgusting as she felt the wetness sliding along her, she let out an angry bleating reprimand and hobbled forward a bit faster, hopping with her bound hind legs as the nose snuffled down and the wet slimy tongue flicked down. The ram had been locked in the barn for two months, ever since he had finished with his breeding season. He had a bad habit of picking on the lambs when they were small enough to bully, and here was a little ewe without a lamb frolicking at her side. Shaved just like the ewes always were when it was time to breed them. A strange ewe that didn't smell of a single ram, with no challenge as he snuffed beneath her tail and the warm feminine scent. Not heat, but warm and female, good enough for the ram to push his head down and lick out along her shaved haunches.
Gerald let out an angry squeal and stumbled forward as the tongue swept along the inner thighs and higher, the slimy wet tip probing right beneath her tail so she struggled to kick back at him. The tongue tip pushed right against her cunny, rolling against it with a wet stroke that made her ears pin flat down to her head and she hobbled faster forward to try and get away from him. The harsh musk scent grew by the moment as she got a few more steps away before the nose jabbed forward and pushed the tongue right against her soft folds. The wet saliva coated over the edges as she let out a short angry cry when the tip of the tongue started to wedge forward, trying to pry her folds open. Her ears burned in humiliation and her stomach felt a cold chill of horror at the invasion. The ram wasn't stopping! She snapped her tail down, but he pushed up beneath it roughly despite her attempts to keep him away. When she lunged forward he nipped her hind leg roughly so she was forced to stop.
As she turned her head, she saw something not grey wool or ivory on him, something dark red was jutting out from his belly. The rough woolen sheath had opened up to show a dark red slimy tip just in front of a pair of low hanging large orbs that swayed back and forth. Even as she watched the tip edged a bit further out of the sheath, inching steadily with the tip gleaming wetly in the light. It was disgusting looking, the syrupy drool of precum ran along the edges, running down towards the ground in a messy smear that filled the air with sharper scents that were almost making her choke.
He can't do this! Gerald pinned her ears flat as the ram gaped his mouth open wide and jutted his tongue out, sucking in the air around her. I'm not really a girl!!!
She began to bolt forward, kicking and working her hind legs as she tried to get them free, but that only made the ram bleat out and charge forward. The head butted against her briefly, throwing her haunches against the side of the barn wall, but he didn't stop his forward lunge. His chest crashed against her and pushed upwards, his forelegs scrabbled against her haunches as she tried to get out from under him. She bucked and twisted, trying to throw him off, but his weight pinned her down, her bound hind legs useless even for kicking as her forelegs splayed open wide. He strained forward over her, ignoring her frantic panicked bleats as his forelegs curled along her haunches and hooked right in front of her hind legs. The hooves dug painfully against her overly full udder, digging in roughly and pulling her backwards as the cock tip suddenly jabbed upwards along her clean shaven legs and left a smear of wetness along the inside of haunches.
STOP!!! She screamed in her own mind, opening her mouth with a ragged bleat as the powerful body pushed upwards, the cock tip jabbing up and sliding along her loins.
She had done this to the goats, she knew what was going on, but there was no preparing for the feel of the narrow tip suddenly jabbing right up against her vulnerable virgin folds. The tip squirted out something wet and oozing, smearing along her outer lips before there was a jab forward. The forelegs curled harder against her as she lurched forward in a vain attempt to get out from under him, but it didn't get her far, the cock tip wedged forward and suddenly the powerful body snapped forward. The boned cock pushed through her, stretching her open lewdly wide as she squealed out in a shock of pain as her muscles were forced to splay open wide around him. She wasn't in heat, she wasn't really female, she wasn't ready for him! Her body clamped down tightly as the hot jets of precum spilled into her, inch by inch wedging through her rippling muscles.
The oozing dribble along her inner passage was pushed in deeper as the girth wedged and forced out some of the wetness around his girth. Her legs strained forward, nearly being knocked onto her knees as the powerful thrusts drove it in deeper and deeper, his haunches shuddering as the head strained forward and rested right along the line of her shoulders. The wet puffs of air hit against her shaved neck as she bleated out mindlessly at the sensation of the cock dragging through her in smooth strokes forward, the drags backwards made her jerk forward. Her muscles were tugged and pulled, caressed and stroked over as the stiff shaft suddenly bucked back into her body and the powerful haunches drove hard enough against her that her forelegs buckled. She crashed to her knees as the beast grunted above her and pushed the hooved harder against her udders, pressing against them painfully.
Blunt teeth finally reached out and grabbed against her shoulder and neck, tugging firmly as the heavy swollen orbs clapped up against her udder with a wet slapping noise. The precum dribbled out in thick rivulets, coating her while she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even get her forelegs beneath her as her ass was forced up higher in the air. The powerful thrusts jabbed the tip deep inside of her, forcing her body to mold around him as the muscles clamped down and squeezed about him, pulling and stroking as another ragged bleat burst out of her throat. It hurt and ached, it stimulated parts of her body that made it horribly feel good when they strokes pushed in deep. The creature gripped down to grab the scruff of her neck, tugging her head upwards as he started to hammer his hips in powerful fast thrusts, barely an inch of the dark red shaft tugging free before he plunged forward again with wet squelching sounds.
"Nic!" Goff's voice came out with a blast of cold air that came from the opened door, but she barely turn her head as the ram began to hammer faster. "Easy on her, old fellow!"
He'll drag the beast off! He has to see I'm not liking this! Gerald felt a stab of hope, her eyes flashing wide as she let out a long loud bleat to try and plead with him.
The hammering thrusts were growing harder, tapping constantly right against a sensitive barrier just inside of her that made the pressure grow worse by the moment. The shepherd came to her, but not to her defense as she had hoped. A pair of hands reached out to grip against her shoulders and suddenly hauled her back up to all fours, her forehooves touched the ground as the man helped keep her pinned in place while the thrusts rocked through her. The balls clapped up harder and faster, jostling her overly firm udder as the cock began to grow thicker and stiffer. Gerald opened her mouth and cried out raggedly while the man held her to be raped by the animal, each thrust rocked through her harder and faster.
"There ya go lad, give her a fine lamb..." The man's hands gripped her mercilessly, she didn't want a lamb! She wasn't going to carry a lamb, damnit! The tip hit harder against the barrier of her cervix, digging roughly against it as she was pushed against the man.
Please... just make it end... Gerald squeezed her eyes shut as the next thrust tore through her and made her let out a shrill sound.
"Good boy, Nic, must be the first time she's had a fine a ram as you..." The man muttered as the heavy bodied ram gave a final thrust forward, his weight leaned against her so she had no choice but to lean in against the shepherd.
The hooves bit painfully against her udders, pressing them up tight against her belly as his cock wedged right against her cervix and the orbs began to pulse between her legs. She let out a shrill squealing protest as the first pressured rush of cum erupted inside of her body, the first spray hitting hard against her barrier as it was pushed in deep. Her walls clamped down around him, squeezing about him as she struggled to get away, tried to pull backwards, anything to escape the throbs of the boned shaft that marked her with the harsh scent of the ram. Her folds were spread into a painful O, soon leaking out creamy sperm rich cum that dribbled along the edges from where it was forced out around the base of the sheath, his breath came in short puffs against her neck as he leaned over her, his legs started to relax from around her and he bleated out almost to himself. She felt the thicker last drops of cum were drooled out into her passage while the cock pulled backwards a few inches, letting another dribble of seed ooze out of her.
"C'mon now, you're done with her, you great beast." Goff moved over her, her head was forced against his chest as he pushed against the ram. "Poor lass, he must have been pent up to have a go at you like this."
The push forced Nic backwards, the heavy bodied ram sliding along her, making her tremble as the hard length pulled from her body with a lewd wet noise. The tip popped out wetly, splattering a bit of his cum along her udder as he stepped backwards and fell of her back, snorting to himself as if he were pleased. Her loins ached, throbbing in time with her heart beat as she felt the warm sticky seed oozing from her every time her inner muscles contracted. Goff moved away, letting her droop her head down in defeat and humiliation, she reeked like the ram, the scent clung to her. She splayed her ears to either side, not even struggling when her hind legs were untied, freeing them up she could take a few shaky steps forward.
"Poor girl, let's make you more comfortable." His hand patted along her haunch, rubbing lightly as she was left with her head drooping down close to the ground, nostrils flaring a little with each breath. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and avoid them all, this went beyond a simple trial, there had been no mention of her being raped in this trial!!
The man left her standing there, catching the ram by the horn to drag him back to his stall. The beast was practically strutting as he seemed utterly proud that he'd conquered another female. She drooped her head down to her knees and kept her ears flat, her loins were throbbing in time with her heart beat, she was sore and aching. She didn't want to think about what had just happened, she just wanted to block this from her mind. She walked forward a few steps, her udder felt bruised, the skin so hot that it was almost feverish. Her teats hurt, they were throbbing as well as she found a spot as far away from the ram as she could possibly get. Ignoring the barn entirely.
She only came back to brutal reality when the sound of a wooden pale hitting the ground made her ears twitch back and a hand suddenly pressed against the line of her back. The shepherd made wordless soothing sounds towards her as she startled and jerked forward. His hand gripped her scruff lightly, rubbing back and forth for a brief moment as she tried to step forward. She was exhausted, in pain and humiliated, she didn't have the strength to struggle, not even when the man reached beneath her and gently cupped up against the swaying milk sac. The fingers stroked lightly around the edges so she lifted a hind leg and kicked out briefly in reaction to the ache, but he only made another soothing sound before the fingers closed down firmly around the nipple and gave a light tug downwards, dragging along the stiff teat so she bleated out uncomfortably.
The pressure started to build, an ache that started at the tip and the drag downwards made it worse and worse as he tugged downwards. The pressure spiked as it pulled towards the tip and started to reach to the point that it was almost unbearable. She let out a short bleating cry of protest while the tug dragged towards the tip, the pressure was horrible, painful, just like before, but as it dragged downwards there was a sudden spike of relief. She nearly trembled in place as a jet of warm thick milk was squirted out of the tip of her nipple, rushing out and splattering down into the bucket with a hollow noise. She wanted to be humiliated beyond words, but all she felt was a rush of relief as some of the painful pressure that swelled her udder was relieved with the stream. The hand tugged down again, pulling and dragging, forcing the milk down into the ducts from the base before it splattered into the bucket again, the pressured line hitting hard.
She splayed her hind legs open, stopping her attempts to bolt forward. She hated herself for it, but her udder was so full, it hurt, but now the hands were gently pulling along the swollen teats as the other one was grasped and gripped, tugged downwards so another hot line of milk was sprayed out into the bucket in a creamy wash. The ache lessoned each time the fingers pulled and tugged downwards, kneading along the teats lightly as he pulled the milk through the ducts time and again, the sprays soon filling the bucket in a warm frothy mix of golden milk. The warm scent of it tinged the air as she let herself relax, closing her eyes and just savoring the sensation of relief as the horrible fullness was finally leaving her. The pulls went teat to teat, rhythmically working together with jet after jet, each one relieving more of the pressure that had built up. She was nearly shaking with the pleasure of being emptied, hating herself for it, but what else could she do? She couldn't stay full forever, she couldn't bear the pain.
And tomorrow your new owners will find your wool grown back and your udder once more full, you will make them wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. A purring amused voice reached her mind, making Gerald jerk her head up as a seemingly innocent black house cat perched on the rafters above her head. The feline's eyes were bright with interest as she peered down. And if you fail... The ram will be quite pleased to fill that empty belly time and time again, until you swell with his lambs.
I won't fail... I can make it.. She pinned her ears resolutely, one week, she just had to make it six more days and she'd only have one more trial to face.