[center][b]Flocking Awesome[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]




Crickets chirped in the clear summer night. The stars above twinkled, not a cloud in sight. At least, not if one looked upward.

Kshnik, from his place in the bushes at the edge of the forest, wasn’t looking upward. He had his eyes on a lower-down sort of fluffy whiteness in the form of a flock of sheep. The salmon-scaled kobold pushed aside a branch to better examine the caprines huddled in clumps in the grassy hills between this patch of forest and the next. 

There often was a flock here, this time of year. The human settlement down the valley liked to send the woolly creatures wandering up to the green clearings further into the mountains. Better forage up here, or maybe they didn’t like their pretty hills stripped bare. Kshnik didn’t pretend to understand humans, or their peculiarities. They were interesting to observe, however.

By contrast, the clan elders didn’t like their relatively new neighbors. In the past couple decades since the humans’ arrival the kobolds had had to limit their aboveground excursions somewhat. For practical purposes this was no more than a mild inconvenience; kobolds preferred underground to aboveground nearly as much as dwarves did, and between smaller valleys on the other side of the mountain and their underground mushroom farms their agricultural needs were met well enough.

Nor did this particular village appear all that hostile to kobolds. Though that could just be ignorance of their existence. Big folk were not particularly perceptive after all.

Regardless, the clan elders had taken the position that contact with the humans (for the time being) was an unnecessary risk. Maybe in a few more years they would look into trading with the oversized flatfaces. Or robbing them blind. Probably about the same thing. In the meantime, clanfolk were to stay out of their way and avoid notice.

As one of the clan hunters, Kshnik had more leeway than most when it came to being out and about. Taking a look around where the humans’ grazed their livestock, at night, with only one or two shepherds for at least a mile, was perfectly reasonable. It probably even counted as ‘keeping an eye on pinkskin activities’, which the elders had explicitly requested of them. Close enough that it would be a handy excuse on the off-chance they ever found out, anyhow.

That was the last thing on his mind right now. Even the presence of the dozing shepherd nominally on watch was pretty far down the list. Kshnik was, first and foremost, at this moment, interested in the sheep. He was, not to put too fine a point on it, fascinated by them.

It might have been the docility of the sheep. His clan kept some chickens, a few riding-weasels, and paid an absent sort of attention to a group of mostly-wild goats in the crags a few miles north. None of those could be described as particularly placid. Beastkeeper Gagak claimed that all of them could be good company, but whether because she was a filthy liar or Kshnik was just personally disliked by every one of the animals he’d never been able to see it. He took the speed with which everyone assigned to assist Gagak sought out other positions as evidence for the former.

Or maybe it was their soft wooliness. Few things in the caves were soft. The cave moss that grew in some places, maybe. Stone, metal, the wood brought down to shore up the most unstable tunnels… none of those were ever soft. Even the kobolds themselves tended more toward thin and wiry, with thicker than average scales compared to the few other clans in regular contact.

But mostly, if he had been asked, Kshnik would have had to admit that he couldn’t entirely explain his interest. If he could ever be pinned down on the subject at all. He didn’t expect that to ever happen: Kshnik would die of embarrassment if his clanmates ever discovered the nature of that ‘interest’ well before they could query him about the details.

The diminutive scaled figure glanced over the groups of sheep clustered together in sleep. Too many there, there… His keen eyes traced over the pastures from his well-chosen position. He could see almost everything from here. But not what he was looking for, until, ahah! There, moving off to the right.

One sheep had wandered over toward the edge of the woods. Head lowered to munch placidly at a patch of clover. A couple dozen yards from the nearest clump of its wooly brethren, it was perfect for Kshnik’s purposes.

He carefully moved the branch he was holding back into position to let go without making a sound, and stepped back into the trees. A score of steps back, the kobold started moving parallel to the treeline. Completely silent Kshnik kept cover between himself and the pasture as he stalked around to the side nearest the lone creature.

The practiced movements swiftly carried him nearer and nearer to his goal. He tried to focus on the task at hand rather than letting his mind stray to where he was, what he was doing. It didn’t entirely work.

A year ago. That was when Kshnik first noticed the flocks. Before then ‘sheep’ was just a word, some funny-looking meat-creature that humans far away raised. He’d been setting snares for rabbits in early spring, and come across the pastures. Kshnik was annoyed at first, for he would have needed to backtrack quite a way for another good spot. They [i]were[/i] just funny-looking meat on legs, and the eyes of the accompanying herdsman were an inconvenience.

But just when Kshnik was ready to hike back in disgust, one of them had reared up on top of another, just at the edge of the group. The stunned kobold happened to be behind them, where he could see the ram’s balls swinging away beneath him as he humped his ewe. They swung up between the female’s recently-sheared legs, back toward Kshnik, forward again as the muscles in that rear had worked wildly. 

So weird. Having those organs just… hanging there as they rutted. Kobolds had all their sexual equipment sensibly tucked away inside, male or female. And the nuts were so big! If Kshnik had testicles like that, they wouldn’t leave much room for any of his other organs.

Inexplicably stunned by the display, he’d just crouched there in the foliage, watching the massive ridiculous ballsack wobbling for as long as it lasted. More recent observation told him there was no way it took as long in reality as it did in memory. Nonetheless it felt like hours that he had been mesmerized.

Then, sated, the ram stepped back, and as it dropped back to the ground off the ewe’s back it revealed the rump he had been filling, and Kshnik’s jaw dropped. He could see every muscle under the recently sheared ewe’s skin. The way the tailnub was raised to reveal a pink anus, and the swollen slit under it that drooled one thin line of white semen into the grass. 

If the ram’s balls had mesmerized him, the ewe’s cunt electrified him. The flush of heat had gone right to his crotch where his penis had already ventured out of his slit. He clawed himself to completion right there and then while the sheep went on with their business, munching away at the greenery with no notice of the scaled watcher in the brush.

After that Kshnik had tried not to think about it for a time. This was not acceptable. Not that there was any rule against… whatever that was… for the clan. But he felt on a gut level that there might be no rule because it was so obviously absurd no-one had thought to make one. He’d stayed away.

For a couple weeks.

Kshnik never got a show like that again, but he nevertheless came back to look. Whatever it was about the creatures that spoke to him (or rather, his dick), it kept talking. He watched their wool grow back in, wondered how it would feel. When summer came he watched the female’s teats swell with milk after lambing and become nearly as huge as that ram’s scrotum. Maybe bigger. The hunter had heard how the tall folk were fascinated by mammaries, and now he thought he understood.

The hunter was startled by how intriguing the nursing had been, too. He’d wondered how it would taste, if he crept up and took a teat alongside the lamb. How the udder would feel in his hands. Whether he could convince the mother ewe to suckle on him the way the lamb suckled on her…

A root caught Kshnik’s scaled foot, nearly toppling him into a shrub. Narrowly catching himself on a branch he silently cursed his inattention. If he made enough noise to startle the sheep and wake the shepherd, it might be weeks before he got another opportunity. Hauling himself upright the hunter tried to center his attention on the present. The tightness in his genital slit made it difficult, but he made it to the other side of the clearing without further incident.

He was pleased to see that the sheep hadn’t wandered back to its brethren in the time he took to reposition. Still placidly munching away at its midnight snack the ewe paid nothing any mind. She took a lazy step every few minutes to get at more delicious clover.

Now came the difficult part. Kshnik would need to get closer a little bit at a time, without startling her. He’d already hung around often enough for his scent not to startle the animals- as often as he had been able to get away with it- so he hoped that would be enough that he could get up close.  And maybe after that… well, he’d have to see.

With a last glance at the sleeping figure of the shepherd up on the hill, the kobold crept forward. Slowly, as if going nowhere in particular, with no attempt to conceal himself. If he looked like a hungry predator that might be enough to get a fear reaction even out of one of the over-domesticated herbivores.

At first, it seemed to be working. The grazing ewe tensed a little on first seeing him coming on from the side, but did not run. He took a few more steps past that and stopped to stretch idly and look round at nothing in particular. At his apparent lack of attention she relaxed a little and returned her attention to the lush greenery.

Breathing a sigh of relief Kshnik took the opportunity to size up the beast. She was perhaps just a little taller than him at the shoulder, though that was hard to tell absolutely with all the fluffy white wool. Quite plump, too. On all fours that made the ewe overall quite a bit bigger than he. Faced diagonally toward the kobold, her coloration was clearly all white rather than the black-with-white-fluff of some of the others in the herd.

For a long several moments he stayed there, waiting for her to become used to his reptilian presence. It was a pleasant enough night to make this no hardship whatsoever.

Eventually, when the pressure down in his tightly-wrapped loincloth outweighed his patience, he risked several more slow steps in the direction of the sheep. She stiffened once more, but didn’t bolt or bleat. He came right up next to her, and waited a little while longer. When the ewe had relaxed again, he reached out to her side.

She allowed this with no more than a quiet [i]baa[/i] of acknowledgement, which he took as a sign that he could be a little more adventurous. Kshnik stroked a scaly hand over her coat, pressing into that soft wool. And it was very soft indeed. 

His other hand straying absently down to loosen his loincloth, he kept working up and down over her side, taking in every bit of the texture. Once he was taken aback by a claw hooking on a small knot in the long wool, but luckily the ewe seemed to consider this unworthy of much notice and only swung her head around to look at the salmon-scaled kobold curiously while he carefully disentangled it.

“Shhh, good sheep. Just stay quiet for Kshnik.” He whispered softly. The loincloth fell to the ground as he worked his way toward her haunches one handful of wool at a time. Without the cloth obstruction his slimy pink maleness rapidly slid from his slit into the night air, throbbing with anticipation.

When he reached the flank he pulled that claw close to his nose to take in the scent of lanolin. Strong and gamy, but he thought he could get to like it. Kshnik pushed his muzzle into her coat to get a good snoutfull before he stepped around to survey her back side.

The thickness of her wool was too great right now for him to see much of the skin or muscle structure under it. Her short tail hung down over her nethers so Kshnik couldn’t see those either. He crouched down to get a good look at her teats from up close instead.

Those were uncovered by the white curls. Not currently swollen with milk, her udder was mostly just an extension of her belly right now. Smooth, pale, with the barely protruding nubs of her nipples. It still made Kshnik breath harder and flush under his scales. 

Without quite willing it, one of his hands drifted out to touch at that bare skin. Tracing along it brought a querulous soft grunt of a bleat from the object of his attention, but no more. Evidently this ewe didn’t think this particularly distressing. Perhaps if Kshnik knew more about mammals in general and humans in particular he would have concluded that the villagers depended on their flocks for milk as well as wool and meat.

He didn’t, though. In any case, his attention was taken up wholly by the way her short tail swung around to flick at an imaginary fly, in the process giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the pink flesh underneath before it returned to its previous position. Stifling a moan of arousal, he reached down to stroke at his cock with one hand while he reached up to raise that tail with the other.

Flanked on either side by more wool was a modest clear tract of exposed pink. A vertical slit taunted Kshnik with its nearness, fleshy and vulnerable in the night air. Above that was a tightly closed pucker. Both twitched just slightly at the unexpected exposure to the night air.

This was what the kobold hunter was here for. What he’d dreamed of over the winter, that long cold time. During the breeding cycle he’d been very glad that the tribe females couldn’t peek into his head and see what he’d been fantasizing about during their matings. Not scaly cloacas, oh no. Not that he had anything against those. 

Wool and swinging balls and leaking ovine pussies had danced through his head while he plowed into the slick insides of the females. He did his duty to the next generation, but almost every second he had the flock in his mind’s eye. 

He ducked his head to take a long lick along the side of that slit, savoring the unwashed animal taste of the skin before drawing his tongue over its top, past the pucker, and back down the other side. Just like everything else so far, the ewe responded with a mild confused noise but no more.

Deciding to go yet farther he licked from top to bottom over the slit itself. Relatively dry forked tonguetip traced over those narrow lips and felt every twitch, then slowly pushed in. The ewe, if anything, pushed back a few hair’s breadth while the kobold got his first taste of mutton.

It could have tasted like anything and Kshnik would have kept going. Just as well, then, that he liked the slight saltiness and meaty taste of the sheep, delving his tongue in and out of that slit. Feeling adventurous he pushed his snout right up against her and pushed his tongue in as far as he could, lapping up and down to explore.

The sheep was mainly quiet, only making the softest murmur now and then as the salmon-pink kobold ate her out feverishly. This may have been unusual, but she had no particular reason to be afraid. She would certainly not be the first ewe ever to attract the attentions of a male on two legs, even if the two legger was more often a shepherd. Though it was perhaps unlikely that this sheep, or this kobold, would be aware of that.

Kshnik felt a spasm down below in his loins as he came. The hand not occupied with holding the ewe’s tail out of the way had kept working his cock of its own accord and in his arousal at being tongue-deep in the female of his dreams he’d come without realizing. He pulled his face away from her pussy in startlement to look down.

The pulsing tapered shaft was still shooting rhythmic loads of semen in his now-still hand. By coincidence most of the sticky emission had sprayed out over her empty teats. One sticky dollop came free and fell into the grass.

It took Kshnik right back to that first time he had watched the ram rut his ewe, and that one strand of sheepcum that had splattered into the grass then. Aroused beyond belief the hunter dropped to his knees and lapped now at his own seed where it was plastered against the ewe’s skin. His hand again started moving over his cock, which gave no sign whatsoever of retreating back into him. The kobold was much too turned on for that.

After he’d cleaned away the last of his cum he kept going for another dozen licks, and then, curious, nibbled at the left teat. Oh how he wished he could drink from them. But she was dry still. And besides; he would almost certainly come again from that if he could, and he had other plans.

Standing again, he wedged his lips under the ewe’s tail to tongue at her once more. With a jump, he clung to the wool on her back, mildly startling the sheep for the first time that evening, but she settled a few confused steps later under his comforting [i]chirrs[/i] and he went back to positioning himself.

Using the wool on her back for handholds and tangling his feet into the fluff around her haunches, he positioned himself mostly on top of her. Tail nub hooked up against his front, he slid his wet cock around that clear space. The twitching of the kobold’s hips hindered his search for the target, but Kshnik kept going until he finally found his target.

His comparatively small shaft slid in all at once without difficulty, lubricated by his spit and the remains of his own cum. Kshnik sighed into the ewe’s back and drew in more of that gamy wool smell on his next inhalation.  For several long breaths he just enjoyed being there, the way he could feel the comparatively big animal’s warmth and heartbeat around him.

Then he started thrusting. Slowly at first while he got used to the awkward position, then with increasing rapidity he humped into the ewe’s pussy. She wasn’t as tight as a kobold female. He didn’t give a damn.

Silky smooth walls received his cock again and again. The wool on either side cushioned his thrusts so that he bounced on it a little with every hump, the rubbing against his cock driving him toward orgasm once more. If he hadn’t come once already while he was tasting his wooly lover he would have shot off immediately on that first entry.

With total concentration he focused everything on going in and out of her, fucking his first real pussy with wild abandon. It pushed him closer and closer to the edge, then over, and he kept fucking as he sprayed his second load of seed into the ewe. Second, and maybe third for all he could tell, as it seemed to go on and on.

When Kshnik finally snapped out of the rutting trance that had taken hold of him, he found he was purring little compliments to the confused (but not apparently displeased) ewe, having clambered all the way onto her back. Nuzzling into her neck, he felt her coat against his slowly softening cock.

Deciding that this was enough strangeness for one night, the ewe lowered herself to the ground with an awkward thump of legs folding beneath her. With an indecipherable bleat back at her scaly lover she rested her head on the soft grass and closed her eyes.

Kshnik reluctantly hauled himself off of her, stepped around to inspect his handiwork. Most of his load was buried too deep in her snatch to see, but he took one more lick into her tunnel to enjoy it. When he straightened up he realized that laid on the ground she was the perfect height for him to screw into. Too late now, he didn’t have anything left.

“Pretty lady makes me work so hard. Oh well, maybe you lie down for Kshnik next time.” He chuckled as he patted at her rump, then stood bolt upright as he noticed the lightening in the eastern sky. The hunter frantically cast around, and was relieved to see the still bundled form of the sleeping shepherd on the hill.

Grabbing his loincloth from the grass, he hurried into the forest. He’d have to check the rabbit snares, and maybe he could pot a squirrel or two, maybe get some herbs… Kshnik couldn’t have the tribe wondering why he hadn’t done his job.

“Maybe now Kshnik has it out of his system. Maybe focus better now, get back to normal…” The hunter muttered to himself with a guilty twinge as he came down from the afterglow. He really should focus on his duty to the tribe, make sure to bring in more game and watch for threats.

…Then again. Massive swinging balls flashed across his thoughts as he stepped over a tree root. He might have a few other things to work out of him. And he [i]was[/i] supposed to keep half an eye on the doings of the humans…

Kshnik grinned. Maybe he could come down to the pasture once more. Twice. A few times, anyway. Just as long as he made sure to bring in what the tribe needed, and fathered a few eggs when he ought to, and didn’t get caught…

Well. What was the harm?  

[center]The End[/center]