War of attrition That’s the mission

Grey's hand on her leg pulls her attention back. She glances down to find the canine closer, one hand sliding up her leg.

“Smooth,” she mumbles, stroking her thigh, lingering over places where her wool had been shaved off. 

Finch's cheeks flush, letting Grey feel around, “It was shearing day for me, I think you were napping during it.”

Grey hums in acknowledgement. Her hand hooked under her knee, easily dragging her closer. Finch squeaks, her bottom landing in her lap. She lays still as Grey's hands roam, feeling all the spots where her soft wool was sheared so close to her skin. 

She felt naked under Grey's eyes, she practically was naked with how much wool had been taken off of her, leaving her with only a little fuzz. She lets out a small whine as Grey's hands find her tits, squeezing gently. It made her squirm in her lap. Usually they were under wool, she felt shy having them so visible.

“Small…” Grey mumbles, leaning down to take one into her mouth, tongue laving over her nipple.

Finch whimpers, quickly gripping her shaggy hair as her teeth nip at her, leaving marks on her skin. Grey seems content to stay there, switching to her other tit to give it the same treatment. 

Finch tries to be quiet, knowing most of the herd was trying to sleep, but the quiet giggles behind her told her she was unsuccessful as Grey sucked at her tits like a pup. 

Eventually the kuvasz seems satisfied, pulling away to admire her work as Finch catches her breath. She can feel how wet she already is between her legs.

Grey, clearly curious too, leans back to spread her legs, finding her sheared there as well. Finch can see the hunger in her eyes. She's quick to get up, pulling Finch into her arms and moving them both towards a different part of the barn. Finch's cheeks go hot once she realizes they were moving towards the breeding stalls.

“G-Grey,” she squeaks, tucking her face into the canine's neck, “I've never-” she tries to spill.

Grey hums, nuzzling the top of her head as she nudges a stall door open, thankfully an empty one.

“Not even with the rams?” She asks, carefully laying Finch in the stalls soft bedding.

Finch shakes her head, unconsciously spreading her legs for Grey as she settles between them, “I'm not a breeding ewe.”

Grey nods, nosing her way between her thighs, not even hiding her scenting, “I'll be gentle, my lamb.” 

Finches head spins, realizing what was going to happen to her. It made her drip knowing she'd be bred, by Grey no less. She never really liked the rams in the first place, content with the fact she was only for wool, not for breeding. She'd seen how big and round the other ewes got after being bred and knew it wasn't for her. 

She could already see how Grey's cock began to peek out from its sheath. She'd only seen once when they were fooling around, only a quick glance, but she knew Grey would be a stretch. 

She's pulled out of her thoughts as Grey's tongue drags over her pussy, lapping at her wet core to make her squirm. Grey groans against her skin, inhaling sharp as her tongue slips into her hole. Finch can't stop the noises that spill from her lips as Grey devours her, tongue buried in her pussy to get a taste of her. Her thumb finds her clit, circling it quickly in time with her tongue. 

It makes Finch's legs shake, unable to close them around Grey's head until she finally deems her wet enough and leans back. She pauses to admire her work for a moment before pressing kisses to her thighs as she sits up, settling between Finch's legs once more.

Grey's face is flushed as she catches her breath, pupils blown wide as she stares down at Finch. She can feel her cock hot against her cunt.

“Let me breed you, lamb,” she practically whines, hips twitching against hers.

Finch flushes and glances down between them. She was sure she was fully hard, rocking against the heat of her. Finch's cloudy brain wondered distantly if she was going to even fit, but she nods anyways, mouth hanging open slightly as Grey practically scrambles to line the head of her cock up with her hole.

Grey quickly pushes in, the head of her cock popping past the tight ring of muscle, making both of them whimper. Finch quickly wraps her arms around her shoulders, finding her shaking as she tries to control herself. She thinks it's sweet, gasping her name as Grey pushes in more, trying to cram her cock in her little hole. 

Grey rests her forehead on Finch's shoulder, huffing in ear as she pushes in, “My little virgin lamb,” she groans as Finch squeezes around her at her words, “So tight, I'll fill you so well.”

Finch whimpers under her, legs spreading as Grey's hips force them apart, “P-please,” she whines, feeling herself struggling to take the last few inches, “G-Grey, breed me-.”

Grey groans low, cursing as her hips jerk, forcing the rest of her cock in. Finch cries out, squirming on her cock, only to feel her forming knot press against her entrance.

Grey only gives her a moment to breathe before she's pulling out to the tip. She locks eyes with Finch just as she's pushing back in, savoring they was her eyes roll back as she's filled.

“Feel so good, my lamb,” she huffs out, hips picking up speed. 

Finch flushes hot at the praise, nails digging into her back as she moans, Grey's thrusts pushing her further up the pile of bedding. Each thrust made her more and more aware of her growing knot. She distantly wonders how on Earth she was going to fit that knot into her when Finch was already struggling to take her cock. 

Grey grunted and groaned straight into Finch's ears. Knowing the kuvasz felt so good made her so much more wet. The way she was grinding her knot into her pussy made it worse, slick dripping into the bedding. 

“F-feel so good G-Grey,” she manages to spit out, nails dragging down her back trying to hold onto something. She felt that she was going to float away.

Grey curses, hips stilling only to grind deep, “N-need to knot you, lamb, need to fill you, breed you-” she gasps.

“P-please,” she whines, feeling her pussy stretch impossibility as Grey tries and tries to fuck her knot in. 

Instead, she adjusts, pulling out halfway, only to put more force behind her thrusts, forcing her to make room for her knot. Finch felt like it was going to split her in two. She can feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes until finally, she feels a sudden pop.

Grey curses loudly above her as her knot finally sinks into Finch, filling her so tight. She's quick to wipe Finch's tears, hips grinding against hers. Finch shakes under her, gasping for breath as Grey's knot grinds against something inside of her. Something that made her legs shake against Grey's hips. The noises between them are loud and obscene as Grey tries to thrust.

Grey's thrusts get rougher, sloppier, panting hot against Finch's neck until she suddenly curses, biting down on her neck hard. Finch cries out, feeling something hot fill her as her vision goes white. 

When she comes to, she can feel Grey's tongue lapping against her flushed skin, soothing the bite she made apologetically. She lets out a small whimper when she shifts, feeling Grey's knot still inside of her. Her body aches already, but felt content already as her limbs trembled under the canine.

“Don't move,” the guardian mumbles, pressing her lips to her cheek, “We're stuck for a bit.”

“Okay,” Finch lets out a breathless laugh, reaching up to tuck some of Grey's messy hair from her face, “I really liked that…” she mumbles.

She can hear more than feel the way Grey's tail thumps against the bedding at her words, staring down at her with bright eyes. The kuvasz loved the praise she had quickly learned. “It was good?” She asks.

Finch nods, pulling her down to press her lips to hers. Grey happily sinks into the kiss, her tail even louder now. She lets out a whine when Finch giggles against her lips at the sound. 

“Sweet pup,” she hums, kissing Grey once more.

Grey hums against her lips, her weight settled comfortably on top of Finch, “My lamb.”

Finch settles in the bedding under her weight, letting her dote on the ewe, peppering her in kisses while they wait to move again. She giggled as the pleased noises Grey let out as she pet through her shaggy hair.

Eventually, Grey's knot finally deflated enough for her to pull out. Much to Finch's dismay, her warmth and weight disappeared as she sat up, carefully pulling out of Finch.

Finch shivers under her eyes, noting the way Grey blatantly stared between her legs as her mess spilled from her. Finch's cheeks flush hot, trying to shut her legs, but Grey is quick to grip her thighs tight, keeping them open for her viewing pleasure. 

Grey looks up at her, cheeks pink, “Again,” she mumbles, releasing Finch's thigh only to grab her hips instead.