This story contains anthropomorphic/furry characters. One character (sheep) is a trans male. Unintentional misgendering happens and is later corrected. Feminine terms are used for his genitals and breeding is discussed heavily in this story.
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Sheep were dumb, which was why Nomad always ate mutton as his first meal of the year. Once spring hit, sheep were out in the open plains with their entire tribe, intermingling, fighting, and fucking each other like nothing else mattered. He knew exactly where they would be, too. Oh how easy it would be to lure out some unlucky newcomer, snatch them up in his teeth, and drag them off from the festivities.
He licked his lips just thinking about it. There was a certain joy in acting out his primal urges. How he loved leaving his spear behind and taking down another creature with just his body.
Nomad crouched down at the sound of voices. He was currently hidden in a thick cluster of flowers that the sheep wouldn't bother looking in the direction of. His ears picked up the source of the noise: a ram and two ewes, smelling heavily of lust and pheromones. As much as he wished he could pounce now, get all three, he knew at least one would get far enough past the treeline to get the others' attention.
He decided to let them pass, taking one last deep sniff of their mingling scents. Nomad turned his attention back to the main herd. Three different tribes met up in this area, all over a hundred members. The clothes they usually wore were replaced by loincloths and various bits of leather wrapped around their limbs. He didn't understand why they bothered with clothing in the first place. They didn't need it when they had such a thick coat of fur.
It was interesting watching the males fight for dominance. His eyes followed one pair in particular. With great interest, he watched them snort and shake at each other, each one showing off the impressive curled horns that adorned their heads. Moments later a loud crack filled the gathering space as their horns collided. They jerked back and forth, knocking their heads together until one scraped the other along the neck with the forward jut of his horn. Blood welled up in the white fur almost instantly and he felt his mouth water.
Two more deafening attacks later, the smaller male was in bad condition. He offered up one last hearty collision, knocking his head into the other male's. It wasn't enough though, and he was knocked backwards a few tail-lengths down the hill. Nomad hissed in sympathy, but watched as the winner began to gloat. It was his favorite part.
This big gathering, it was basically a giant orgy. Except, instead of everyone having sex, it was a competition for all the males of different tribes to have a go at getting ewes. The ram that had just won tore off his loin cloth and waved his thin pink cock in the air. The closest ewe was immediately mounted in a violent victory fuck that had Nomad's cock peaking out of its sheath. She took it well, but it clearly left her a little dazed. The ram had shoved it in without hesitation and knocked her over, rubbing her pink face in the dirt. He lasted for nearly two minutes pounding her into the ground. After he came in her, he pulled out his limp dick and began jostling around his other prizes.
Nomad breathed in deep, hoping to catch a whiff of the breeding on the breeze. No such luck. As much as he liked catching sheep in his jaws, something about watching them go at it gets him hard like nothing else. The rams are rough about it, especially ones that are gloating. The more victorious a sheep feels, the more violent the sex is after the fight. The ewes can take that rough breeding, which is what intrigues him. Sure, they're smaller than a wolf, but it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?
His thoughts are once again interrupted by noise. It's close, rustling of footsteps in the long grass on the edge of the forest. A quick breath in gives him all sorts of information. A ewe, covered in the scent of insatiable ram-lust and her own arousal, and she's so ready to be fucked he nearly pops a knot then and there.
Nomad swivels his ears to try to catch where she went. It isn't hard with how she's tramping through the undergrowth now. He turns on the balls of his feet to follow her as far as his cover will take him.
Once he catches sight of her, he squints and tilts his head in confusion. She's got a pair of enormous horns, big enough to rival some of the rams still out in the field, and she wears the green loincloth of a ram. He sniffs again to make sure he was right, but the sheep is definitely drenched in the scent of a ewe ready to breed.
Regardless of the confusing appearance, the ewe is all alone. She's the perfect target, needy in her estrus and distracted. All he needs to do is pounce.
Nomad coils up like a spring, his jaws parted with his lips pulled back to reveal his sharp teeth. His fingers curl, ready to grab her as soon as he is within reach. She's right there, in front of him, standing almost completely still. He tenses again but nothing happens. His body won't move.
He breathes in again and the scent of her floods his senses. His cock is hanging between his legs now, just starting to form a knot at the base. He can just barely catch a glimpse of something flushed pink between those fluffy thighs. The way his mouth is watering... He doesn't want to eat her. He wants to fuck her.
The idea had never been more tempting, especially after he watched that ram take his victory lap earlier. Hidden by the treeline, where no one was likely to see him, what was stopping him from just grabbing her and taking advantage of her aroused state?
