The City of Baltimore…
Known for its pristine… known for its picturesque…. know for its…. Sigh.
Okay. This narrator will endeavor to go with her policy of total honesty and pray that the readers will continue to see the fair city that she really loves, in a positive light.
The city of Baltimore!
Narrator will be ducking and dodging occasionally to avoid cell phone drivers, motorcycle trick riders, and frantic soccer moms.
Smell that city smog…air. Ah! The City! Known for its tourist traps, its expensive taxes, and the bright and colorful people who inhabit this peaceful burg.
<<<Bang! Slap! Feminine screams! Masculine Shrieks>>>
Okay, maybe not so peaceful burg, but that’s what makes it so special!
And among our more special dizens is…
Um, the lady in question is suave….
“Oh yes! Call me a dirty girl! Tell me I’m your dirty girl!”
“Yes! Oh God! If you don’t make me come, you’re going to eat me till my eyeballs cave in!”
“Yes! I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch! Ride me like my name is Hi-Ho- Silver!”
Um… The woman in question is our one and only super hero! The incomparable…
“Right there! Yes, Right there!”
Shelby the Wonder Sheep….
“Bleat for me, baby,” he snarled, his long hair creating a curtain of red that blocked her view of the room.
It was his hands in her hair, tugging and pulling, which made her want to obey his orders. It was his powerful thrusts that stole her every breath. It was his sweat that was covering her back, his hot heavy balls that were banging into her clit with his every move.
It was his wooden crook that was slapping against the white flesh of her ass, driving her to buck harder, to scream louder, to give into the passion that was making her pussy tingle and her head swim!
“Baaa!” she opened her mouth and le the bleat roll down from her throat, like only she could.
It was his cock filling her so completely that the friction of his rapid thrusts almost burned. It was his teeth nibbling at her ear, his tongue licking the sting away. It was his muscular body that covered hers, making her want to submit, making the world go away, awash in a red hot glow of passion.
And…it was his parents standing horrified at the door to their bedroom.
She saw them before he did, and with a panicked squeal, more like a baa…she hiccupped, he jerked out nearly falling off the bed, there was a poof of smoke…
And the wool really began to fly.
“Author!” his mother wailed. “How could you? I got you out of the Highlands to keep you away from those…those mindless sheep!”
The small dark-skinned red haired woman screamed as she beat at her chest with both fists, tears running down incredibly large brown eyes.
“Oh God,” her voice wailed, her Scottish accent more than pronounced as she backed out of the room. “What will the girls at the flower club say? I was the only one who didn’t have a boy addicted to…to…. Oh God! I can’t bear to repeat it!”
She turned and fled, her screeching sobs filling the vacuum that her abrupt departure created.
Leaving behind the dad, who stood there, his mouth hanging open in amazement, before he moved closer to his son.
He eyed the pale quivering shanks that his son desperately tired to cover with his body as he mean walked around the bed, examining the situation from all angles before giving his soon a queer grin.
“Nice piece of sheep, Son,” he chuckled, leering in a way that no father should ever gaze at his son. “Your grandfather always had the same eye for a nice plump rump. He always said that sheep was good pussy too.”
And with that, the man exited, no doubt chasing after scandalized wife.
“Why me?” Arthur’s deep heavily accented voice sighed as he carefully pulled at what had to be the mother of all wilted erections at stared balefully at the body of his companion. “They are gone, Shelby. I guess its safe to come back now, though I have no idea what my parents are going to say when they recover from the shock.”
His answer was s small pitiful bleat, for in that form that was all Shelby could manage.
You see, Shelby had the distinct honor of being a super hero, well heroine actually. She was a defender of peace, the lover of her sidekick, Arthur the Heard Boy with his Crook of Justice and his muscles of might and…. “Baaaa!” the only known were-sheep in North America.
Her large black eyes stared balefully at her lover, as if tying to apologize, but he was shaking his head, mute acceptance in his eyes. It was all part of being the lover of a were-sheep, a nervous were-sheep who had no one to teach her to use her powers correctly.
As a result whenever she got nervous or scared…or just plain had a case of the hiccups, she could transform into…“Baaaa!”, a hawking huge white woolly sheep.
“I know,” Arthur sighed, reaching over to run his fingers thought her soft fluffy hair. “I didn’t expect them either.”
Author, the heard Boy also had another power, the ability to speak to any pack of heard animal and actually understand when they responded. It wasn’t a really truly useful power, but it sometimes came in handy. Like right now, when he was trying to comfort his distraught girlfriend after this first disastrous meeting with his parents.
Shelby snuggled in closer, pouting, her huge black eyes leaking huge crystalline tears.
After a few seconds of petting and…scritching, there was a soft poof, a flash of white, and Shelby’s pale hide was once again made of soft human skin.
“I’m sorry!” she sniffled, kicking his Crook of Justice ™ and various lubes and dildos off the bed in an effort to climb deeper into his heavily muscular body. “I—t—tried and…and then th—they… and….”
“Shh,” he soothed. “We will deal with it. They had to learn our secrets sometimes.”
“That you are a closet perve who likes anal penetration as long as it’s a female doing it?”
“Uh, no.” He chose to ignore his blush.
“That you are strange cause you date chunky white girls?”
“Darlin,” he drawled. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am a Black Scotsman with curly red hair. I don’t think you can get more strange than that. And you are not chunky. You are perfection, my love. Enough curves to keep a man happy and coming back for more.”
“Oh.” She sniffled. “That I shed?”
“No, Darlin’” he chucked, “I was thinking about the secret where you turn into a sheep and try to fight crime?”
“Oh,” she sniffled, running her hands over his hard body, loving how her hands just slid over his sweat shined body. “What do you mean try?”
Arthur froze for a moment, before tossing her back on the bed, amongst the remaining discarded set toys, and jammed his tongue down her throat.
He may be a sidekick, but Arthur was no fool. Now was not the time to get into her, um, superhero proclivities.
Now was a time for fucking any thought from her mind and picking off where they left off when they were so rudely interrupted.
“Where were we?” he asked, lapping down her neck, caressing her sides, letting his thumbs settle beneath her full breasts.
“Baaa,” she bleated, and once again, all was right with their world.