Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from Pokemon or any Trademarks of Nintendo. This story and OCs belong to me.

A/N: This is my Mareep drabble. I once knew a guy who raised sheep so when I rolled this I decided to write it...and no its not based off him! Goodness no...

The title of this drabble is: A Lover in Sheep's Clothing


It was a day like any other summer day on the ranch as Ian Davistin walked the barnyard and examined the water for the Pokemon. You see, he farms Mareep for their wool, which he then sells to textile plants. All he has to do is gather it up every summer and bam, instant cash. Seems like a pretty easy job right? Well, the wool tends to hold a residual charge so he has to be careful when picking it up. Not only that, but sometimes the Mareep make it difficult...like one certain Mareep would this particular time.

Ian moved along from the Pokemon water storage and into the other barn where the Mareep stayed as they slept during the night. Sure enough, there were already bundles of wool lying about from where the sheep Pokemon were shedding. He put on his rubber gloves and grabbed the insulated bag off the wall. Immediately he went to work to pick up the shed wool so he could degauss and clean it for shipping. It was a long process, especially hard since he did all of it alone, but it payed off as just one bundle would fetch a pretty penny.

However, Ian couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched as he continued his gathering. He kept looking around as he gathered, hoping to catch sight of whoever or whatever might be giving him this feeling. When nothing turned up, he just wrote it off to his imagination. As he finished gathering, he walked out of the barn to start work on prepping the wool.

Once Ian had left, a Mareep had peeked up from a pile of hay in the corner. She had hid there while the others had left to be out in the field. Why? Two reasons. One was because she was in heat and she didn't exactly want any others to mate with her...and the second was to catch sight of him. She had a crush on him and mating season was only making it worse. Even the sight of him made her tingle in more ways than one, making her have to hide away like this.

Mareep sighed as she crawled out of the hay, shaking loose any wayward straws from her fleece. Her fleece was one of the reasons her crush existed in the first place. She was different than the other mareep...her fleece didn't shed every summer. She didn't know why it didn't shed, but she did know that it caused difficulty for her because of the summer's hot days.

Ian did take note of this, however. He would always take her inside his cool house and sheer her. His touch was always gentle and, as he cut away the wool, he always took care not to harm her. His every caress and stroke as he tended to her lit a fire within her. The way he'd clean her afterwards...the way he'd touch her bare skin when it was over was...was...she snapped out of her daydream as she felt herself get wet at the thought.

Embarrassed, she crawled back into they hay pile after covering her tracks. Any moment now a male mareep would probably come running. Sighing, she settled in for a nice nap. She knew it wouldn't work, even if he did return her feelings. Who had ever heard of a human and a Pokemon mating? She chuckled to herself as she dosed.

Later that evening, when it cooled down some, Ian once again walked the barnyard. However, he wasn't here to check up on the water or the other mareep. This time, he had come out to get that one Mareep who didn't shed her fleece. He sighed as he entered the mareep's barn. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy sheering her. Quite the contrary, he enjoyed being able to be this close to the Pokemon he raised. However, he felt bad for her...not being able to shed properly and suffering through the heat of summer until sheered had to be hard on her.

Ian looked around but he couldn't find head or tail of that one Mareep. He became worried...he knew that she wouldn't be hard to spot, having a fleece when the others didn't, but this time he couldn't find her. He looked everywhere, shooing other mareep out of the way as he did so. It wasn't until he heard a squeak from her hay pile did he find her curled up within. He scratched his head...why would she be hiding there he wondered.

Picking her up in his rubber gloves, Ian carried her from the hot barn and into his home. Immediately, she felt the cool rush of his air conditioner and felt refreshed. He placed her down in the living room while he went to find his sheering tools. She leaped up into his chair and laid down, taking in his scent. She loved every bit of it.

Soon, Ian returned with his gear and set her back down on the floor as he sat down where she was laying. She huffed in disappointment but it soon dissipated as he began. He had to be careful as he had to used sharp blades to sheer her, being unable to use electric tools because of her fleece's charge. Slowly, he cut away the outer wool with his scissors. With every snip she seemed to shutter slightly.

Ian paid this no mind as he continued on, eventually working his way to the inner wool. He had to use the razor for this as it was too close for the scissors. Now he was really careful, slowly going at it to make sure he didn't accidentally cut her. As she felt the blade scrape across her skin and cut the wool away it took everything she had not to shiver. Soon he was finished. He took off his gloves and pet her down to make sure her skin was undamaged and to see if he missed any spots. Her breathing became more rapid as she felt the cool hands of his stroking along her body.

It took all of her willpower not to orgasm right there as Ian finished up. He put the gloves back on and carried the wool upstairs to be treated. Meanwhile, she collapsed onto the ground breathing heavily. His touch felt so good...but she knew it wasn't over just yet. He'd be back to clean her up. Sure enough, he came back down with a small washtub full of water, making sure not to trip.

Ian set the tub down and placed her into the lukewarm water. She sighed deeply, the water feeling good after being sheered. He began scrubbing at her sensitive skin, removing traces of dirt and the like. The scrubbing massaged her too, making her relax even more. He took great care in not letting her head go under the water as he scrubbed and scrubbed, making sure she was clean. Soon he was done and he picked her up out of the water. After he dried her off with a towel, he gently stroked her blue skin. This time wasn't to check for imperfections but to just pet her, all the while her breathing became rapid again and her face lit up slightly in a purple-ish blush.

She could take no more. She moaned loudly, shuttering greatly in orgasm as she leaked her juices onto the floor. Ian was surprised at this. His mind raced as he tried to contemplate what just happened. She saw the look on his face and dashed away. Her first impulse was to go back outside but he had locked the door behind him. She took the only exit she saw...up the stairs. She quickly climbed them and darted into the first room she found open, which was his bedroom. She took up shelter under the bed, embarrassed as hell at what she did.

Ian however was still stunned, taking a minute to regain his composure. Did she really just do what he think she did? He sopped up the mess with the towel and was brought it up to his face. At once he was hit by an all too familiar scent. Yup...it was as he thought. He then felt bad...she must feel awful now, thinking she wronged him somehow. He got up and walked upstairs to find her.

It didn't take long to find her hiding spot, her sobs giving her away. Ian bent down and sighed. Holding out his hand, he tried his best to coax her towards him. Slowly, she came out from under the bed. Before she could do anything, he brought her into a hug against his chest. She was overwhelmed by both his scent and her own feelings as she relaxed against him. He softly apologized for what happened. He really cared about her. She knew then she couldn't let this chance slip by...if she did she couldn't forgive herself.

Squirming slightly, she bust from Ian's hold and leaped onto the bed. Looking to see if he was watching, which he was, she turned her body and stood erect, her tail standing up and away to reveal herself to him. His eyes widened...sure he wanted to get close but he never expected for THIS to happen. Getting a closer look at the engorged opening, he noted that it was purple, likely from its current state, and where it was parted slightly was a hot pink in contrast to her blue skin. He shuttered slightly, feeling his shorts tighten as she waved her tail slightly, making her hind lips gyrate against itself.

Ian knew he would regret this later but right now, feeling the throb in his crotch, he didn't care. Slowly, he stroked her back and her tail, working his way down to her treasure. She moaned and pushed into his hand as he rubbed her slit. Knowing he was at the point of no return, he gently pushed a couple of fingers into the waiting tunnel. He heard her gasp as he wiggled his fingers around inside. It was smooth and kinda slimy inside, but he didn't mind it. The way she gently pulsed around his fingers just urged him on, pumping his fingers in and out of her.

Her breathing became more rapid as Ian felt the muscles in her vagina begin to tense up...she was close. He sped up his pumping in time to her breathing. This pushed her over the edge as she clenched down on his fingers, spraying his hand with her juices in orgasm. After she was finished, moaning and stuff included, he withdrew his fingers, which were now coated with her cum. Curiously, he gave a lick and was surprised. It tasted of citrus but it had a slightly sweet aftertaste. He immediately lapped it all up.

Ian then took off his clothes, freeing his twitching five inch member from its prison. He figured at this point he might as well go all the way...something in the back of his mind spurning him onwards. Slowly, he brought himself forwards and lined himself up with her opening. Giving her one last pet on the head to reassure her, he thrust forwards quickly and hilted himself in her, his member sliding in easily since her previous orgasms left more than enough lube for the job. They both gasped in unison. To him it was unlike anything he had felt before, the smooth, slimy texture of her inner walls as she pulsed around him was heavenly. Likewise to her it was better than anything in the world, feeling the object of her affection penetrate her put her in heaven.

Gradually, Ian worked up to a steady rhythm, hammering away at her pussy like a well-oiled piston. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her as she felt herself being stretched and massaged in places she didn't think possible. He felt it too as her pulses sent waves of his own spreading throughout his body. He grunted as he picked up the pace, slamming harder and faster with energy he didn't know he had. This in turn made her moan loudly as she felt herself tense at this.

Ian soon felt the tale-tell tightening of his balls in orgasm. It wouldn't be long now for either of them. Not even a few seconds later and she was the first to go. Her vision became blurry as colors and spots filled her sight. Her cunt clenched and pulsed around his cock, trying to milk it for what it was worth, as she sprayed her cum all over his crotch. It sent him over the edge and, with a loud grunt, he thrust inside a final time, pouring his seed deep inside he womb. It surprised him how much he had...it just wouldn't stop flowing! Every pulse of his member only served to deepen her own orgasm, making her clench harder around him.

Soon it came to an end. Ian slowly pulled his limp dick out of her dripping hole. He then flopped over onto his back on the bed. He was exhausted...he had never cum that hard before. She didn't fair any better, after three orgasms not even a half an hour apart. She walked over to him and curled up beside him, drifting off into a blissful sleep. He merely wrapped an arm around her and drifted off himself, not even bothering to clean up the mess or get dressed in his pajamas. He figured that it would be fine for her to sleep in his bed tonight...after all, she'd be living in the house from now on. The only thing he had to do now is name her...and he had the perfect one in mind. As he felt sleep take him he whispered to the Mareep beside him.

"Good night, Regina." Ian said to her, she giving a sigh of acknowledgment in response.

The End