I slowly blinked awake, squirming under the blanket.
The owners were taking a nap, Michael had his arm thrown over his face. Baron somehow ended up curled up with his head on Michael's chest, with his fluffy tail in Michael's hand.
Skaris was hugging onto Madam's pillow, his nose buried in it.
I didn't want to disturb their sleep, but I needed to sharpen my teeth at least, make them strong enough to pierce through Moyu's tough skin.
I looked around for something to bite on and saw a wooden bowl. It would have to do. I reached for it with my good arm, taking a bite out of the rim. There, I would keep doing it until one of them woke up.
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They woke up around the same time, one after the other.
"How's the arm?" Baron asked, moving away from Michael's chest, like it was a hard bed he didn't want to sleep on again but always ended up on.
I showed it to him, flexing my fingers, "I can move them now."
"Rest a bit more," he said, getting up and replacing my bowl with a teething toy for cubs.
It looked like a ring, made from a tough material. I didn't know what it was, but it tasted terrible. It did the job though. I bit it and hoped that my teeth would get sharper and my bite harder.
I slipped out from under the blanket, tiptoeing around the tent.
I was naked, except for the chastity belt that I could do nothing about. I covered my chest with my good arm, though I didn't know why.
I didn't need to, and all owners were used to it by now. Maybe because naked females were considered wilders, known for falling for their bestial side, living with animals, doing it with them too, and that was the lowest a female could go.
Wilders were too broken to keep their sanity anymore.
Their existence brought shame to other females too, as if we were all the same, all of us one step away from becoming wilders. Any sign of it would be treated with disgust and contempt.
The rain kept pouring outside, and the entrance was tied shut, so the wind wouldn't blow inside.
I peeked outside from the little opening and saw the sheep females laying in a puddle of mud, unconscious or worse, I couldn't tell. I was just glad I wasn't in their place, and quickly turned away.
Then turned back.
Their right arms were all bandaged like mine.
I looked at my own arm and then back at them. At least they got treated, that's good. Was it a sign of care from the owners? Or just an insurance that they would last longer for their experiments?
I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do if I were in their place, if I was a test subject and not the favorite.
Pity was rare to come by, so more than often, I would end up looking for other uses I could have, other things I could do, and skills to develop that could make me look like an asset and not a burden.
Skaris seemed to value cleanliness a lot, so I would keep the place around the tree clean, dig holes for waste, keep the flies and insects away, make sure to stay clean and smell nice.
How to pass this message to the females without speaking to them? I couldn't shift into my sheep form with a broken arm; couldn't ask owners for permission to go outside after they went out of their way to clean and oil me up...and couldn't leave the tent to tell the sheep to look busy and to stop being afraid.
They would have to learn on their own, the way I did.
I closed the opening and slipped under the blanket. Next chance. I would help them the next chance I got.
Being able to help others required survival, so I went back to sharpening my teeth.
Skaris, despite having a blindfold, had his head turned my way, observing me in silence, like he waited for me to show him my true intentions.
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The rain and humid air made Michael grumpy and horny for the following days. He wasn't as playful as usual and only wanted to breed. The moment he got his dose, he would take a nap, then wake up just to get frisky again.
Moyu, Skaris, and Baron had always helped him with getting rid of this discomfort, but Michael began to reject their help, and it almost felt like he was sorry for being a bother.
"Rain is not supposed to last this long," Michael complained, pressing Madam's pillow against his crotch, hitting it with his fist like it was the one responsible for the bad weather. "I want sun. Dry air. Heat. Hot sand and hot rocks."
We decided to build a fireplace next to his throne, out of clay, with a chimney on top. It had to dry first before we could use it. The rain was making everything take longer.
I was helping owners mix the clay with my feet. The mud was cold and squishy, and I liked playing in it. My teeth were chewing on the teething toy, and my tail was happily wagging.
There was a window flap Baron had rolled up for me to get some fresh air and a good view outside.
Moyu, the only one, who didn't seem to hate females, built a wooden shed with a roof for the sheep females, and brought them food and water. They were shocked to see a male doing manual labor, and immediately offered their help.
Moyu refused, telling them to rest instead and that he would handle everything on his own.
His words caused all three sheep females to go into heat, which made Moyu run for the hills.
He entered the tent, removing his cloak. Some raindrops had managed to get on him, the water running down his cheek and sharp chin, which he wiped with the back of his hand.
"Why are they like this?" he asked, "I just brought them food."
"You are too nice," I replied, "They probably… never had a male do something nice for them before."
He frowned, "So they think I'm courting them? Just because I fed them?"
"Courting them? No..." I tried to explain, nibbling on my toy, "They are asking for permission… to court you."
Moyu frowned even deeper, "Isn't it the male's job to court the female?"
I shook my head, stomping on the mix in the pit, giving Michael a curious glance.
The females were in heat. He was in heat too. Why didn't he go to them? He was definitely not afraid of breaking them apart.
Michael caught my gaze and scowled at me, "The body wants, the mind doesn't. Got it, Little Miss? I puke at the thought of touching someone else beside Darling, let alone fuck them. Just thinking about it makes me want to rip their limbs off one by one, while listening to them scream. It's that disgusting."
I blinked, looking down at myself, trying to understand. Didn't he do it with the owners? Did his mind reject them too? Did he want to tear them apart too?
"Here, feel disgusted some more," Baron passed by Michael upon hearing his words, his tail brushing against Michael's arm in provocation.
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