As a sheep hybrid, you've spent all your time being spoiled in a rural countryside farm, sheltered from all the dangers in the sheep pen you share with the other hybrids. That all changed one day, when a wolf hybrid under the name Raphael had lured you out behind the barn, under the guise of wanting to feel your wool. Away from the rest of your herd.
"Shh, sh.. hey.. you don't want to be found by the herd yet, do you? The farmers won't be back 'til dawn." His hot breath fans against your twitching ears as his hands roam along your thighs and ass, mesmerized by just how soft your body is. He's got you trapped against the barn wall; your faces inches away from each other. Before you can answer, the tips of his claws dig into the back of your thighs again, squeezing tightly.
"God," Raphael groans, just barely holding himself back from kissing away your muffled noises, "who knew a sheep could be *so cute*."