The Friday Chronicles
Copyright© 2003 by Arty
Part 7: Little Friday Peep
Fantasy Sex Story: Part 7: Little Friday Peep - A certain author of our aquaintance, Girl Friday, has been moonlighting as a Muse, here are the results. They are a series of short stories all linked by the presence of someone special...
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Reluctant Magic Fiction Humor Spanking Light Bond Sex Toys Food Exhibitionism Transformation
At some point a certain her Museness saw fit to make a suggestion for a new story. Never let it be said that this author will ignore a muse! OK she did say it was a bad idea. I don't know, what do you think?
[Being the tale of a wanton hussy getting her comeuppance and losing her sheep into the bargain! Tease me will ya?]
Little Friday Peep tugged irritably at the ribbon that held her bonnet in place. This was the limit, how on earth was anyone supposed to live in all this clothing let alone go careering around these hills chasing sheep? And don't let anyone tell you that sheep are stupid*, at least these sheep weren't. Mentally she christened them 'devil sheep' and they took a great delight in scattering themselves across the countryside each time her attention wandered; which, let's face it, it did.
Often.
Looking after sheep is not the most taxing of occupations and so Friday would find herself 'daydreaming'. The sheep, being mischievous creatures, would wait until Friday's 'daydreams' were reaching their noisy climax and then each of them would run like crazy in a different direction bleating their laughter. Of course the noise would awaken Friday from the drowsy aftermath of her 'daydream' and then there would ensue a frantic half-hour of furious activity until all the recalcitrant sheep were once more shepherded back together.
"Bloody Mary****should think herself lucky! At least she only had one and a lamb at that!" said Friday to herself, after she had once more re-gathered her flock. "And it followed her all over the place! She should try chasing up hill and down dale after my lot!"
A couple of the sheep came and bleated their concern; they were only playing after all and didn't really mean to upset her.
"It's OK I'm not really cross, it's just that I'm getting bored... and no that doesn't mean I want to chase you across half the county again!"
The sheep she was addressing looked, well, sheepish and wandered off to join her flock. Deciding to be good for now the flock stuck together and grazed.
Friday sat down and took off her bonnet. "Who invented this thing anyway?" Taking her hat off had felt good; looking around Friday could see only her flock and, making a quick decision, she frantically unbuttoned, unhooked and untied until she sat, naked, on the hillside. She wriggled in glee, thankful to be out of the intensely confining clothing. The sun was warm and the sheep were behaving themselves for once, and Friday slept.
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