User blog:MockingJester/A sheep in sheep's clothing

What a sudden rebutal for Justin.

The mother, sneaking into their cuddly session. One already diving in the oddity with Charlotte clinging to him more than ever and her refusal to speak of this feud between her and her mother. His startled jolt pushes his mind form the soft wool of the woman who had drifted to sleep. A momentum seeing her awake as well "Hmm?"

While her brain was jumpstarting the awakening sequence, Justin had already jumped away form the bed, unsure of what to do, what to say "Hum...miss Doubtfire. W-what a surprise to see you here..."

"Oh my, do relax, my dear boy. So stiff, right now" she comments, sitting next to her daughter, the latter still stirring from her sleep. Gently, she reaches Charlotte's shoulder, setting her to her own shoulder. Her eyes, set behind yellow frames and lenses, are locked on Justin, unsure of what thought pushed her to sneak to them like that.

"I'm just here to set a pair back on track" she whispers with a wink "You stay right there, young man. This...hmmm, matter concerns you as it concerns her".

"S-sure. miss Doubtfire". Justin had no real intention of tailing it, even as his instincts cracked under his refusal to flee. The dispute between the two is still somewhat fresh and truthfully, he wished no involvement in a feud he had no context in.

This stance on neutrality would, as he found out much later, turn out to be fallacy as the mother presses her hand on her daughter's shoulder. A influx of purple and soapy liquid rushes from Charlotte's wool, besides the wool crafted into their sweaters. A technique exclusive to weresheeps, a temporary drain of the demon energy making their wool so sleep-inducing.

"Huh---Mother? Mother?! What are you doing here?!!" Charlotte jolts just barely, held still by the older weresheep. A finger rises on her chin, gently re-directing her to her eyes.

"I'm here to apologize, my youngling", declares miss Doubtfire, a hug seeing her daughter embraced in a rather generous chest "I didn't mean all those thing I've said about you and our fine family friend over here. It's just a bit sad to see two entwined lovers unable to act on each other while their hearts spill their feelings to each other".

Charlotte's cheeks turn red against her sunshine yellow hair and irises. Her pale skin suffers more the dichotomy of the red invasion, all under her mother's continued speech "I now understand what I thought I should have forgotten..."

Slowly, she separates her daughter's face from her sweater, a hand once again reaching for her soft chin, their respective glasses reflecting off the other "...I forgot how timid you always were. So shy. So quiet around others, often prone to cling by my pants. Remember?"

"Mother!! Not in front of Justin!!!" Charlotte spouts in embarrassement, trying to turn her increasingly blusing face from her parent, to no avail. Miss Doubtfire giggles a bit at her girl's reaction, her eyes sharply turned to Justin, sending literal shivers on the man's back.

"Ohh, why not? After all, ever since you two were children, you'd keep to yourself unless I was around. Another exception happened to be your close friend over here. I do remember his tiny hand reaching for your own for a day out. How relieved you looked at his side. That's when I realized..."

Her voice joins her eyes, now directly speaking to Justin's ignorant presence "So rigid, so abrasive...until you showed up. A close friend up to now. Your kindness...Your cheerful personality, opening her heart like a clam hidding a marvelous pearl. And right now, as I mentionned, I see where lies this problem..."

"Problem?" Justin utters, unsure of why he is front and center.

"Yes...and it seems you do not see it. She wants you. She needs you. But, she can't bring herself to take initiative. Her timidity compels you to take charge. But you didn't see it. That is why I'm here, my boy..."

"Wait, wait, w--

Before long, miss Doubtfire has a hand skirting Charlotte's nether region, her eyes perpetually on the young uncertain. Charlotte was all to taken to muster any resistance. Her mother's words stroke a chord, now more than ever. In comparison, ever dispute ever had about this subject paled and withered. Another hand caressed her breast, flushing a few whimpers from her, soft and unavoidable.

"Can you feel it, young man?" miss Doubtfire speaks, fondling her flesh and blood "She's been in heat since your arrival. Hiding all of it under her abrasive umbrella. Surely you must have noted an oddity".

"W-well..." Justin slammers, feeling a rush himself at the words "She was a bit restless, but I thought it was--

"From the regrettable dispute we had? A mere symptom. Trully, all of this falls on you, young man. But I don't blame you. Turns out, you just need encouragement as well".

"Encouragement? But we were already together. I just wanted to wait for her to be ready..."

"Waiting on her? Tsk, tsk, so un-gentleman like" sighs the mother, keeping her soft demeanor, her hand raising Charlotte's sweater "My poor baby is a shy and tender lady. Hoping for her to explicitly state her desire is like expecting a child to have a cake and eat it. No...she's just waiting for her faithful..."

Sayng those words, miss Doubtfire's fingers lay on Charlotte's underwear. Her pajama had 'mysteriously' dropped to her knees. The two fingers press slightly on on, causing the younger weresheep to squirm and turn her head away, a hand on her mouth in an attempt to keep herself from peeping a word.

A futile endeavor following the fingers' sudden split from each other, clearly with the intent on opening her womanhood. A wet squish dances with desire among the air.

"Eeep!" Charlotte's voice squeaks in an unfamiliar tone. A tone flushed from someone never touched by another before, though her body does not reject the intrusion, feeling her mother only just treading on the edge of her forbidden zone. To her, it was obvious what she was leading this scenery, her voice giving the full fledge of her intention "...to make a woman out of her".

"But...isn't she already a woman?" asks Justin, an attempt to cling to his bulkward of will, fighting the scent of his girlfriend's scent. Trying to muster the will to glance away from the sight of her glistening underwear, moist and damp around the fingers teasing it.

A poor choice of words, judging by the two weresheeps, Charlotte especially, literally wearing their disappointment with a pout for the younger woman and a sigh for the older. A startling surprise for Justin to see his girlfriend muster her disapproval between her flushed cheeks. "I-I mean, she never looked ready for any serious intimacy, with her being constantly tired".

"Really? Looks more like your reluctance to make a move" comments the mother, noting Charlotte's skulking behavior, permeated by her swift head turn, a 'hmpf' slipping between her lips "As I've said, my Charlotte is a very shy lady. But this refusal to read between the line has made her rather moody. An unfortunate side you've experienced, yes?"

Justin sighs, not knowing what to say, nor what to do. His eyes draft from Charlotte's softened state to her mother, looking to her as his solution. The rare times she did become a muted of her own volition, it could be hours before she'd say anything. The intervals passing before the sudden stop to her mutism would deck her presence with continuous scorned glares from a lapse he may or may not have done. This is such a situation, one that miss Doubtfire usually came to resolve such issue.

Speaking of which, the afformated takes her eyes from her daughter to the young man. A rather teasing smile rises on her face, knowing full he how he always had look to her for this singular issue. She winks at him, a gesture hidden from Charlotte, well-known to be a way to resolve whatever dispute the two used to have.

Her hand's fingers clad together, feeding a buzz among the tips. A thick purple aura coats them under Justin's impressed eyes. Never did he see her manifest a technique as such. They soon change to panic, however, as he sees them go for Charlotte "Wait! What are you doing to her?!"

"Shh, shh, it's alright" whispers miss Doubtfire, the buzzer sound feeding on the young woman's wool. Her hands, her arms and her thighs. Her shoulders and legs, left untouched. The reaction is immediate as Charlotte's lips open in a soft series of pants, her tongue just barely out. Soon, her mother's hands leave her pulpy legs, quick to be replaced by her hands, caressing the newly exposed skin leading to her intimate quarters in continued pants.

A weresheep seeing her wool seared would see the opportunity to lash at the nearest male present for their pant-up desire. Two obstacles stand in her way, being the leftover wool incapacitating her resolve to a degree. The other, her everlasting timidity laced in scorn. Her mother sees this as good enough, rising from the bed. She walks to the door, to Justin's incomprehension "You didn't speak to her. She's still..."

Miss doubtfire stops besides Justin, suddenly clinging to his shoulders "Consider this as my blessing".

"Blessing? But hold on, she's still--

"Ah, ah, ah" interjects the mother leaning behind him, focusing his sights on Charlotte "She waiting to be made a woman. Your woman".

"But--b-ut, but..." Justin lies here, unable to construct a sentence out of the situation he's been thrown in as miss Doubtfire makes her leave. The door closes behind her, leaving Justin and Charlotte's panting state, her hand still etched between her legs with occasional look to his side. Seconds of interruption, watchign his every more, only for her to then lower her eyebrows in a scowl, turned from his place.

Meanwhile he'd come sit at the bed's side, sitting by the edge, looking at her. The background noise that is his body's attempt to convey the obvious roars just a bit louder, yielding still by his words "Charlotte..."

She ignores his vocals, focused on her 'task' at hand. Her body, however, no longer laid by the side, but instead front and center "Charlotte, speak to me...".

His effort, paid off by a 'hmpf', eyes turned away once again followed by her head. The situation repeates itself, as it did before. The pants seeping from the inexperienced weresheep, the innocence seeping between her legs. All of it, inviting obscene ideas that shred the last piece of resolve in his mind.

Slowly, he hitches himself from the edge, banking on his girlfriend's focuse on her rare vulnerability. It was, after all, a rarity for her to be sheared to thie degree, let alone at all. His hands clamp on her shoulders, pushing her hand from her crotch as he lays her on the bed.

"J-Justin...?" she utters, taken aback by his impromtu momentum. She can feel his stare looking every corner of her pulpy body, stopping heavily at certain times. His rising hunger is palpable, finally given to his desire "I see what she meant now..."

She looks at him, a hand resting on her pulled up sweater, where her breasts lay exposed. Her other hand shelters her womanhood. Her eyes swell, given to her boyfriend's mercy. A frightening perspective...laced in anticipation.

Seeing her waiting on his move only entices him forward, two fingers gently grabbing her chin. His lips meet hers, setting her mind ablaze, slowly corroding her previous mindset, in a moment suspended in eternity. Her hands fiercely collide on his back despite herself, further erroding whatever resistance she can pretend to hold.

They separate, Justin proving to be insatiable as he takes a long look at his bedded girlfriend. Her tongue sticks out, trembling as well as her arms. The kiss is dipped in hunger. A side of Justin he only now comes to realize. Holding Charlotte against the bed with his hands now firmly planted on either side of her head, he sees her hands now converged on her intimate part, her eyes slightly watery, trembling.

He raises a hand to her cheek, feeling the vigorated heat emanating from its surface. One of her own hands come to touch his, eyes shut. He smiles as his thumb gently caresses it, causing her to pant more softly and gently. She relaxes enough under his advance as his eyes lower to his prized treasure.

His other hand lowers to her bottoms, laying on her other, covering the forbidden place. Upon this, her muscle hardens, a reminder of her innocence. Reminding him of being the second to lay a hand to her intimate part, of how it remains unclaimed. Yet, it relaxes, given to his limb and moved away. Her panties lay open, glistening in anticipation with how damp they are.

Inch by inch, he tugs away at the frail underwear with a finger, causing her to tremble under a tearing weresheep, until the fabric now dangled at her ankle. An intense smell permeates the room, cemeting the inevitability of Charlotte's readiness. While still trembling, her hands no longer covered her chaste part. It quivers, tightening and loosening in ancitipation. Ripe for the taking.

Justin looks back to her face. Her hand instead clenches on her mouth. Tears stream from her, looking away. This is not an ideal manner for her first time, an idea breached amidst the mist of desire with the prize so close to him.

A compassionate smile adorns his face, moving his hands from her. This suddenly snaps her out of her state, now populated in questionement. Further still, they instead reach her own hands, lifting her up to his side. She obeys, following his pull. Her right leg makes a widening motion, leaving her sitting on his bare lap, pants dangling on his ankles.

"?!" Her heart skips a beat, realizing her crotch was close to him. To the tool twitching in her presence, a clear liquid dripping around. He chuckles at her reaction, his hands having long since reached around her waist, pulling her closer to it.

"Do I have your attention now?", he teases her. Her response comes in the form of her arms going behind his neck, plunging her sunlight eyes deep inside his brown irises. Her head sheepisly nods, narrowing the gap between the two, waiting. Waiting on his order. Gentle, as she had expected, yet poised. He feels her yearning to be led. To be made a woman in his arms.

With nothing more to say, Justin makes use of his surprising strength to lift the weresheep just barely over him. Dripping underneath, she closes her eyes while clinging to his side. Slowly, he lowers her bottom over his, his hard-on penetrating her inch by inch.

"Guuhhh!!" she stiffens up, her hands strongly embracing Justin. Her virginity spills underneath her legs in a cohort of red strings sliding over her thighs. The man can feel wet spots bombarding his shoulder over Charlotte's whimpers. A slow night befalls the two, as they would soon learn of each other's bodies in a mating ritual long overdue...