Jaasi has her own take on sheep husbandry...

The pink mist of Jaasi's magic smells of desert jasmine and exotic spices drowning out the musty smell of the crowded barn as you take in a shaky breath unsure of what to expect...

BRRIIING!!

The weight of the enormous rams skull fitted over your head seems to lessen as you are transported to another space feeling like your soul is yanked from your body through your navel.

The sweet scent of fresh grass, the soft susurration of a cool autumn breeze across rolling hills ruffling your thick coat as you look down upon your flock. Fluffy blotches of white against the green canvas of rolling pastures beneath a clear, azure blue sky.

Huffing hot breath through fat, flared nostrils you shake out your heavy woolen fleece and trot down the slope on sure... hooves? Why does that seem strange? Swaying your heavy head, your huge curling horns adding weight to the swinging motion, you make your way to gather up your flock of ewes before the sun begins to get low in the sky.

That is interesting, one of the distant gimmers has her cute, fluffy tail raised and cocked to one side and is bleating earnestly. Her smell wafts to you on the gentle winds and your yellow, slotted eyes go wide as you realize that she is in heat! With a low rumbling bleat you trot briskly towards the young ewe ready to put her in lamb for her first time.

Ohohoho! What was this? Another young Tup has taken interest in the needy gimmer too, bee-lining it straight for her off at a right angle to your own approach. Did this little yearling think he could take what belonged to the flocks Ram? His body is strong but lean and his horns are coming in well but nothing compared to the magnificent, curling pair that crowns your own fluffy dome. Only the strongest get to breed with your ewes and it seems a demonstration of your strength would be needed.

A second rumbling bleat gets the attention of both the Gimmer and young male, one standing ready to mate, the other turning to shake his stubborn muzzle at you in agitation. Nearby members of the flock turning at the challenging call to watch in mute interest the display to come.

The young ewe looks between the two of you with watery yellow eyes as you size each other up. Your first impressions solidifying as you instinctively weigh up his smaller frame and lighter weight. With a powerful push of your hind quarters you spring suddenly forward, turf kicking up in your wake as you take the young Tup by surprise.

By the time he has set himself to spring you are almost atop him already. Lowering his head to meet yours he springs upwards trying to meet your own avalanching velocity from a standing start.

Crack!

The yearling Ram sprawls across the grass, not even able to butt horns with you as you stand fast with all four legs braced, glaring him down and breathing hard. God but that young ewe smells so ready! Is this hogget going to back off now or will he need another blow to drive the lesson home?

Scrambling unsteadily to his feet the young ram bounds away with a frightened bleat and you chuff in satisfaction. There is only one true Ram in this flock and until another young Tup could best you this flock and all it's ewes are yours. The rest of the ewes around you return to grazing placidly as though nothing special had just happened...

All but one that was. The young Gimmer is standing facing away from you, woolly tail raised and cocked as she bleats with more urgency at you, shaking her shaggy head in need.

That's right, she is yours and you would leave her in lamb just as you do with all the females of the flock who come into heat. Any male was welcome to challenge your right to them but you would beat them all down with your horns, your strength and your sheer male virility!

You restrain a loud bleat of victory as you rear up and prepare to mount the shivering ewe...

This flock was yours!

BRRIIING!!

With a loud gasp you slam back into yourself and blink rapidly to clear unfocused eyes.

What the fuck was that?!

More importantly what the fuck is going on here and why are you just sitting here taking this shit?!

"Let the Gimmers present themselves so the Ram of Woolcock may choose his mate..."

Without waiting for High Brother Bellwether to finish the three young maidens unclasp the simple wooden toggles at their throats and let the concealing white cloaks drop to puddle around their dainty, bare feet.

As you suspected all three barely legal ladies are gorgeous! Clad in what you could only describe as wool-knit lingerie the girls are all soft pink flesh with budding young breasts, slender waists, smooth flat tummies, tight little asses and long slender limbs completely on display for you. Standing from your hay bale seat you buy your bound arms enough slack to gain a firm grasp on the cordage connecting your wrists to the dusty roof beam above.

With a shake of your woolly head you manage to twist your gag loose and spit it out before locking your golden eyes on the three excited females.

"I'll take them." You rumble out in a decidedly bestial tone then tighten your grip on the ropes and pull.

The gasps of surprised brothers is drowned out by the loud, protesting groan of the wooden strut above and for a **** second you worry that you might bring the roof down before the hempen ropes connecting you to it snap with twin whip-like cracks!

You feel seven foot tall and thrumming with vitality in every cell of your towering body. You can't even feel the heavy rams skull over your head anymore, it's like it's not even there! Your vision isn't obscured at all but you are aware of the presence of thick curling rams horns in some instinctive fashion. Kicking the hay bale aside but keeping half an eye on it as it bounces away, you stride forward as white robed shepherds stumble back in shock and awe...

You might want to snack on it later after-all... wait, what?!

Your chest feels broader than ever, covered in thick, curly, blonde chest hair that wasn't there before, it climbs over the rolling boulders that are now your immense shoulders to merge nearly seamlessly the bright woolen sheep-skin clinging to your back. Truly it's a mantle now as you come to pause looming over the suddenly uncertain figure of High Brother Josiah Bellwether, he looks like a coconut blancmange as his fat, little, white-robed body trembles under your burning stare.

"My P-Prince! We- We didn't mean anything... Oh Gods above- your eyes!"

"Whatever. I said I'll take them." If this dickless Stag thought he could come between you and your ewes he had another thing coming. Behind him the rest of the males were cowering, retreating back against the walls while the three young ladies stand fast, staring at you with open desire shining in their sparkling eyes, smiling hungry, toothy shark smiles as you lay claim to all three of them together.

Josiah tries to rally what little spine he has left in protest. "Well 'ere now Mi'lord, You 'ave to choose one-"

"Did I stutter?!"

"Eep!" Josiah swoons at your roared response and collapses in a pudgy heap on the ground, going still having fainted clean away.

"'Ere now, this 'as never 'appened before..." a shaky voice calls from the cowering crowd of white frocked herdsmen.

"Soooo~ it worked then?" Asks Brother Bolas rhetorically - probably High Brother Bolas now, all things considered - his voice rich with uncertainty. "I mean look at his horns, that woolly coat, his slotted eyes..."

"I'll say, look at his cock!" Whispers Sister Lynn loudly in the sudden silence still kneeling where you left her a few steps behind "...and that ass!"

Hardly needing the prompt you and the entire population of the room pan your gazes downwards. Your monstrous immensity is jutting out high and proud over the small woolen breech-clout which now dangles under the base barely covering your swollen balls like a small restaurant bib. It looked as though your dick, thicker and blunter than before, was preparing to eat a particularly messy meal at a seafood buffet which - in an awful, tasteless sense - it was.

Hysterical giggling draws everyone's attention to the shadowed back corner of the room where Jaasi has managed to struggle to her knees atop the tall, plush wool bale, no mean feat given her hands were still bound behind her back. With her cloth gag dangling loosely around her neck like a scarf your little genie pimp hiccups and snickers in laughter at the onlooking crowd before throwing her head back to crow out in viscous glee...

"I'm laughing so hard that I might pop my stitches,
...but thieve from my stable and I'll slap you bitches!
So you're stealing my stallion 'cause you like to fuck?
Then I rename this shit-hole; the Town of Wool-Cuck!"

BRRIIING!!

A sudden wind whips around the room kicking up dust and straw and setting the lanterns to swaying in their mountings. Each robed Brother drops to their knees groaning and clutching at their groins as though kicked squarely in them. Standing dead center in the ring of mewling men the three beautiful young maidens shudder as ethereal circlets of pink mist form around their temples... no not maidens anymore but gorgeous queens!

They straighten slightly, their postures growing more regal, their expressions haughty and hungry as they turn their noses up at the sniveling, grovelling men around them and step towards you with wanton sways of their hips.

"Mwahahahahah! Mwahahahaha! Mwha- oh!"

RRRIIIPP!

Jaasi's crowing laughter is cut short as the over-taxed, thin fabric containing the bale of wool beneath her tears under her shifting knees and she sinks to the waist in the soft woolen contents like a tiny toddler trapped between the cushions of a particularly overstuffed couch.

"Ummm... a little help here?" She calls out plaintively, wiggling her bound arms and legs but only succeeding in slipping further down as though in quicksand until she is buried up to the chest in loose wool clippings.

Your vision has been completely eclipsed by the three nubile beauties in front of you though and your heartbeat is pounding in your ears to accompany the thrumming lust roaring through your bulging veins. With three teen queens sashaying up to you in sexy, barely-there knitted underwear and keenly eye-fucking you the entire time as they do, it's little wonder that you are rock hard and oblivious to the rest of the world. There is only you, these girls and whiff of their scent tells you that they are all in heat. Their tight little wombs open and ready to take in all of your alpha seed.

"Well Amie, Edith it seems like a real Ram has finally come to bless our little flock at last." Betsy murmurs in a honeyed tone as she circles you trailing a small warm hand across the rolling musculature and through the soft fleece of your fluffy back as she does.

Her tight little ass flexes and twitches in a stark white pair of boy short panties that look soft as the finest cashmere, her young, high, blossoming cleavage filling out a brief bralette of the same snowy fabric. Just looking at her strutting around you like some horny, haughty peacock makes your meaty mitts twitch to grab at her. Her friends are no less excited or aloof.

"Mmmmm yeesss~" Moans Amie as though having tasted heavenly ambrosia, the stunning chocolate haired brunette pressing her sweet young body firmly into your side, "He looks so much bigger and stronger than any of these other limp noodled stags."

She lets her hands wander across your chiseled abdomen and furry chest, pressing full, bountiful breasts clad only in a sheer woolen bikini top against your bulging bicep, docking herself against you and encouraging your trapped hand to feel its way down her smooth flat belly into the matching white bikini bottoms that ride high over her sleek, swelling hips and leaves most of her firm, toned shelf of an ass exposed, just begging to be groped.

"Definitely bigger!" Agrees Edith, the caramel haired minx wearing the most elaborate crochet lingerie you had ever seen. Plaited wool ropes criss-cross her trim torso, rolling hips and thick yet firm upper thighs knotted to the hips of her teensy tiny g-string like a garter belt and spiderweb over her heavy, heaving chest in a complex web of support leaving more abundant pink flesh bare than concealed and her tight, pink pebbling nipples exposed. You want nothing more than to untie the Gordian knot that is her sexy outfit but figure tearing off her curvy youthful figure will be more expedient.

She twirls an autumn lock about a longer finger, playfully teasing it down between her creamy, bulging tits - she is definitely the most endowed of the three, more buxom than slim or athletic like the other two - her dazzling amber eyes locked smokily onto your own with sizzling intensity as she steps up on tippy toes to whisper breathily into your ear...

"I cannot wait to feel that big, daddy Ram cock filling me up and breeding my tight little womb until I am so full of hot, potent cum that I nearly pop."

The heat of her words and the feel of her gentle hand reaching up to caress one of your huge curling horns has you shuddering with barely restrained animal lust and leaning down, you mash your burning lips against hers in a ravenous, molten kiss.

The watching Brothers groan in dismay as the girls giggle and moan hungrily in turn as you show them all what a true alpha male looks like. Edith has seized your twisting horns in both petite hands to drag your face lower so she can thoroughly explore your mouth with her warm wet tongue, she appears to be hunting for your tonsils and writhing her soft luscious body against you excitedly as you seize the lead in the lingual lambada.

"'E's gonna take 'em all, the Prince of Pastures is gonna fuck all our girls." A male voice cries out weakly and his tone is a mixture of despair and... anticipation?

A third pair of soft, small hands begins tracing along your rocky abdominals and while you can't see anything past Edith's flushed little face thrust into your own you recognize the heated lilt of Betsy's sultry voice as she plasters her hot lithe self up against your carved front and starts groping her way down south along your hulking body while her breathing picks up in rapidity.

"Don't mind them, my Prince. They are nothing when compared to you... just little men stroking their little peckers while watching you breed their little lambs and make real women of us." She is positively panting with exhilaration as her small hands find your cock and, unable to completely encircle it's magnificent magnitude in her tiny grip, begins teasing and playing her fingers along it's length. Her delightful touch just brings it to full, angry parade attention and Betsy squeals as it throbs and twitches in her nimble hands.

"Oh my Prince, it- it's so huge..."

The men of Woolcock- ahem, escuse you: Woolcuck as it is now called by your magical genie pimps decree - groan again and this time you can pick up more than a hint of feverish animation in the sound but ultimately you don't care as Amie is gripping your wrist in both hands, leaning harder into your side and slipping your fingers down the front of her sheer bikini bottoms in the direction of her moist, pink pussy.

"...and hard. As though it were sculpted out of purest marble! Is that big, Ram cock going to fit inside my lil' lamb pussy? ...or did you want to put it somewhere else first?"

Amie groans as you slip first one then a second big digit inside her hot tight folds and feel her channel squeeze down on you in immediate gratification, she lets out a hitching cry of release, clinging tight and burying her face into your rocky shoulder. Edith and Betsy both notice because Betsy's hands start working faster; stroking and squeezing and playing with your enrage tool while Edith lets up on your magnificent horns, staring red faced and panting at the other two girls carnal proclivities.

You take the opportunity to catch a breath and then palm Betsy's pretty little skull in one massive paw, the other still engaged with plumbing and exploring Amie's sizzling hot, wickedly wet depths and curling her tiny, teen toes.

The platinum beauty queen just smiles at you as you tangle your hand in her blonde locks and grip the shining blue ribbon there. Your burgeoning balls rumble at the sight of her impossibly cute dimples and sparkling, perfectly straight teeth while she grins victoriously up at you as you in turn **** her down until she is face to head with you straining member.

"It's so beautiful..." She breaths and the hot wash of her breath across the tip causes it to twitch so violently that she instantly grabs at it with both hands as thought to steady it and herself. She could probably dangle her entire diminutive body weight off of your monstrous cock at this point and it wouldn't yield a millimetre - it felt that hard. "...what should I do with it my Prince?"

Was that a trick question? Her hands are stroking and pumping, a thick, heady bead of precum coalescing at the tip. You are so tall and she is so small in comparison that you couldn't **** her to her knees without putting your massive shaft out of reach of her moist, plump, cock-sucking lips.

Instead she is half squatting between your spread feet, her hips propped back, her long, elegant back arched and that tight, teen tooshie thrust up invitingly into the air behind her. Her big glacial blue eyes looking up at you with a mixture of mock innocence, burning lust and wicked glee as she strokes and cajoles your steely manmeat between warm hands.

Every eye in the barn is on her now, the room grown still and silent as the world around you both holds it's collective breath at the sight of the steamy tableau she presents before you - and she knows it.

She is loving it.

"Please tell me my Lord..." Betsy puts a little girlishness in her voice this time, "...what should I do with your big, throbbing, horny Ram cock?"

"Just shove it in your fucking mouth already, you stupid Bint!!" Screams Jaasi from across the room. Her glowing amethyst eyes wide and shining, her face flushed hot with desire and her moist, trembling lips parted as she squirms eagerly in her tight bonds slowly sinking lower and lower into the torn bail of wool.