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Noah sat on the bleachers doing homework. Having already finished his own he worked on Luke's. Noah was in advanced classes, so the wolf's homework was easier. The wolves in question practiced with their baseball team.

Noah never watched the practice and everyone knew it. The twins said they liked having him there for 'moral support'. While most of the team didn't care, one team member made it a point to always harass the sheep at any given moment. Noah was reminded of this as papers were thrown on top of the paper he was looking at. “Mind doing this for me?"

Noah looked up to see Berry, a lion who had been pushing his homework onto Noah for over a year. “I'm not doing it, Berry." Noah muttered as he picked up the papers and gently placed them next to him. Berry groaned, but didn't relent. “We all know you do Tims and Lukes so why not mine?" Noah ignored him, refocusing on Luke's homework. Berry stood there, waiting for an answer. Getting more annoyed as he was ignored, he would have stayed there, but the coach finally noticed he was missing. “BERRY!" The lion jumped, grabbed his papers while muttering an insult Naoh didn't hear.

The practice ended and the twins ran up to Noah as he got down from the bleachers. They were taller than him now, making them lean down as they sniffed Noah, who was used to it and let it happen. They started at his head, shoving their noses into Noah's wool. They worked their way down, pressing their wet noses against his face. "Okay, enough!" Noah pushed them away and started walking, with the twins catching up and walking on either side, like they were Noah's personal bodyguards. “Sorry, just making sure Berry didn't do anything," Luke explained.

The baseball team splintered into friend groups, all having plans on what to do after practice. However, none of that mattered to the trio as they headed to the parking lot, where the twins' dad was waiting. “Hi Dad." The wolves said in unison as the three of them got in, with Noah in the middle of course. “Hello boys, how was practice?" Zeke asked as he started the car. Noah wasn't paying attention, instead his mind wandered as he picked up the scent of the wolfs.

Noah could ignore it before, but now that he was in a small space sandwiched between them, he couldn't any longer. They smelled. It was strong and earthy, sending Noah into a trance. Reigniting his euphoria every time one of them raised their arms. Noah lost track of everything as he sat there between his best friends, barely noticing Luke shaking him, which pulled him out of his trance. “Noah, you there?"

“Sorry, just a little car sick." Noah lied as he blushed. Luckily his wool could hide it. “Sorry about that bud, I'll drive a bit slower." Zeke said. “I was just asking when you were going to trim your wool." Noah was caught off guard, and became very self conscious about his wool. “What's wrong with my wool?" Noah's voice cracked near the end, and the twins were quick to reassure their friend that he was flawless.

“Nothing is wrong with it." Luke said as he rubbed Noah's back. “Yeah, you can grow it as long as you like." Tim patted Noah's head. This continued all the way back to the wolves' house. The twins tried to pull away as Zeke parked the car in the driveway, but their fingers were stuck in the thick, unkempt wool. “Oh, don't pull!" Noah pleaded.

Zeke walked inside as the boys detangled themselves. “Maybe you should shave some off." Tim admitted as he yanked out a clump of wool. “Why haven't you done so already? You're usually on top of this," Luke added. Noah rubbed his knees as he worked up the courage to tell them. “Well, last time I got sheared…

“What happened?" Noah was standing in his living room, staring at the floor half naked as his mom sheared him. The spot he was standing on was covered by a tarp. This was so the wool could be collected easier and wouldn't get stuck in their white carpet that was cleaned weekly. The shearing revealed all manner of bruises all over the young sheep's body. “Who did this to you?" His mother demanded more than she asked.

“No one did this." Noah mumbled at the floor. “Christian! Get in here." Tiffany yelled as she rushed to the kitchen, returning with a first aid kit. Noah's dad entered as Tiffany pulled out cotton swabs and rubbed alcohol. “What's wro–" Christian paused as he saw his son all beat up.

“What happened?" He rushed over as the cold liquid was applied to Noah's exposed belly, causing him to flinch. “Nothing, it's fine." Noah's pleas fell on deaf ears as his mother and father argued. “You need to go over there and tell them to control their kids, look at him." Tiffany rubbed alcohol over bruises, even almost healed ones, not wanting to take any chances. “W-we don't know if they did anything." Christian argued.

They both knew the twins had done this. Christian was just scared of his neighbors and did everything he could to avoid interacting with them. Which made his son's friendship with the twins all the more stressful. Every time the twins came over, they sent his instincts into overdrive. He would constantly find excuses to enter Noah's room. This annoyed them so much that it almost never happened. Instead Noah went over to their house. While he still worried about his son's safety, not being able to do anything made it easier to pretend it wasn't happening, that Noah was in his room completely safe and not in a literal wolf's den.

“Who else could it have been, Christian?" Tiffany continued to clean Noah's wounds, which did little to help since most were bruises and not cuts. However, she wanted to feel useful more than anything. “How did this happen?" Noah was still looking at the floor. “It's fine, mom. We were playing football." Noah lied. They were actually wrestling, which is what the twins called it when they wanted to touch Noah. He picked up on the wolves little quirks over the years. They were much more touchy than sheep. While the twins had a lot of self-restraint, they couldn't help themselves sometimes and used any excuse they could think of to get their paws on Noah.

“See, it's fine. They were just playing." Christian reassured his wife, traumatized after attending the wolves' birthday party last week. Every birthday they have the wolves enter their house, scaring the other guests. Luckily, Zeke and Beth picked up on this the first time and only sent the twins over after that. That excuse didn't work the other way around and it was usually Christian who was dragged across the yard. He had to stand with his back to the wall as the mostly predator guests gave him space.

The twins' last birthday was particularly difficult of Christian. The twins had just turned sixteen, which was a big deal for the wolves, so the entire wolf family was invited. Every guest except him and Noah was a wolf, a giant, sharpened teeth, overly excited, maybe drunk wolf. Christian doubled his efforts to avoid them after that. “Is this true Noah?" It felt like his mother could see through him. Noah could only nod his head. “Fine, but if this is how you play, then you need to rest for a week, understand? You can't play with them for a week."

“What! That's not fair." Noah shot back, finally looking at his mom. “Can I still go over to their house?" He pleaded. “Nope, I can't trust you not to rough house." Noah wanted to argue, but Tiffany shot him a look that conveyed the discussion was over…

“I thought it was weird that you got grounded." Luke mentioned as the three finally got out of the car. “So what? You're never shearing again?" Tim held the door open for the other two. “No, just until I can be sure I'm not injured." Noah explained as they headed upstairs to the twins' room. “I have an idea." Luke said as he opened the door to his shared bedroom. “We can shear you." Noah paused as he put his book bag down. “Yeah! You can walk us through it." Tim agreed and the two discussed what they would need. “W-wait, I don't know-" Tim left to get what they needed as Luke closed the door behind him.

“Calm down, Noah. We'll be slow and you can walk us through the whole process." Luke argued. “Now take your clothes off!" Luke barked as his tail started to wag. “What the hell?" Noah backed up and pulled his shirt down. “Don't say it like that!" Luke laughed it off. “Fine, jeez. But how are we going to shear you if you have your shirt on? Or do you want us not to see what we are doing?"

Noah blushed as he tried to think of a way out. However, the more he thought the more it seemed that this was the logical option. He was always terrible at shearing himself, that's why he had his parents do it. If he had his parents do it, they'd see all the new bruises and stop him from seeing the twins for even longer. "Just sit down. I'll take my clothes off."

Luke sat down on the floor, looking up at his sheep, his tail still wagging. Noah rolled his eyes as he steeled his nerves. He found it easier to look away, pretending Luke wasn't watching him take off his clothes. Just as he was about to start, the door burst open. “I got everything!" Tim yelled. He was holding an electric shear in one paw, a yoga mat under his arm, and a plastic bucket.

“Shut up and sit down! And close the door!" Luke ordered. Tim opened his maw to question, but Luke shut the door and dragged his brother down to the floor with him. Tim made eye contact with Noah. He also noticed Noah's hands under his shirt. Tim's eyes lit up with realization as he dropped everything and sat down with his brother. Noah had to collect himself again, facing the wall as he sweated buckets, hearing two tails being dragged against the floor.

Noah pulled his shirt up, lifting it with both arms until he reached his pits. He grabbed a side and pulled his arm back. He used his free arm to pull his shirt over his head and over his other arm and tossed it onto Luke's bed. “H-happy?" Noah asked, still unable to look at them. “What about your pants?" Noah's head snapped to the two wolves. They looked like little kids, asking questions they didn't know were inappropriate, but Noah knew they were perverts.

Noah remembered a recent example. It had just rained and the twins wanted to play outside. They practically dragged Noah out with them. “It's fine, you'll just be standing and throwing." Luke said as he handed him a red ball. “We've played fetch a hundred times before and you've never gotten dirty before." Noah couldn't find anything wrong with the reasoning, so he arched his arm back and threw the ball as hard as he could.

Noah found a flaw in Luke's argument as Tim ran back to Noah with the ball in his maw. The ground was wetter than they were used to and Tim couldn't slow down, crashing into Noah and covering both in mud. Noah freaked out. He got up and yelled at both of them for not being careful. He was so loud that Zeke came out to see what had happened. Zeke burst into a laughing fit at the sight of the pristine little sheep covered in mud yelling at two bigger wolves.

After calming down, he led the boys inside and got them towels. “Dry off the best you can, then you can take a shower. You too Noah." Noah lowered the towel, but before he could say anything Zeke continued. “We still have the twins' old clothes, I'm sure there's something that will fit." Noah didn't know how he felt about wearing someone else's clothes, but he didn't want to argue with an adult, even though in two years he will be one.

The twins let Noah shower first, which he didn't question. Wanting to get cleaned up Noah entered the bathroom, spent five minutes figuring out how to turn on the shower, and got undressed. Now that he was undressed, Noah pulled the curtains back, knocking over a shampoo bottle. Noah bent over to pick it up, when he heard a gasp coming from behind. He turned around and saw the door cracked open and four eyes staring at him. Noah will tell you he yelled for Zeke. However, everyone else in the house will say that Noah let out a scream so high pitched that the wolves were the only ones who could hear it.

“Noah?" The half-naked sheep was pulled out of his daydream. “Fine, I'll take my pants off, but not my underwear. If either of you ask, or try to take it off I'll leave and never do your homework again." The twins nodded their heads, understanding that the only reason they made it to high school is because Noah helped them.

Noah closed his eyes, and with shaky hands unbuttoned his pants. The pants burst open, becoming a little tight with how much wool Noah had. He zipped down and twisted around, having gravity help take his pants off. He knew better than to bend over in front of the twins. When his pants got to his knees, Noah pinned them down with one foot and pulled out the other.

Noah kicked the pants away, leaving him standing in blue boxers. He stood there in silence, waiting for the twins to say anything, but they never did. The embarrassment of standing naked in front of them finally got to him and he snapped at them. “What are you waiting for?" He turned to face them and briefly saw the blush on their faces before they looked away.

The two stood up. Luke grabbed the shears as Tim laid out the yoga mat. “Is that the best you could find?" Noah asked. “Yeah. You've always questioned why your parents spent so much money on a 'wool catching tarp'. Maybe now you'll find out?" he suggested. Noah stood on the mat as the twins circled him, until finally sitting down in front of him. They sat on their knees. Tim watched as Luke turned on and raised the shears to his torso.

“Wait!" Noah shouted, making the twins jump. “What?" They asked in unison. “W-why does a family of wolves have electric shears?" The two looked at him, unable to think of an excuse that didn't make them look like perverts or serial killers. Not that it mattered because Noah already knew the answer. Instead of answering the question, they ignored it, refocusing on the shear.

Luke pulled some wool back and pressed the cold metal against the exposed skin. The shears gilded Noah's skin and the first wool tuft fell onto the mat. Luke rubbed his rough hand against Noah's pink, soft skin. Tim picked up the wool that fell and placed it in the bucket he brought. “Was that so terrible?" Luke asked, not waiting for a response before returning to the shearing. Noah stood as still as possible, letting the wolves climb his torso. They were effective at it. Noah wasn't nicked at all.

As more and more of his mid-riff was revealed, the more the wolves realized they might be too rough with the young sheep. Blotches of different sizes appeared, some fresh enough to make Noah pull back. “Damn, no wonder your parents stopped you from coming over." Tim winced as he looked at a particularly bad bruise. “Looks like we'll have to shear you for the rest of highschool." Luke teased. “Or you can stop pinning me to the ground." The twins only laughed at Noah's suggestion.

Luke pulled back more wool, this time accidentally rubbing against Noah's nipple, causing him to jump and pull back. "Be careful!" Noah shouted as Luke muttered an apology with an increasingly red face. Luke finished with the stomach and chest, moving to the neck. Noah looked up at the ceiling, focusing on the star stickers he and the twins put up when they were younger. He exposed his throat to the two wolves, one holding a sharp blade.

Soon, his entire upper front was freed from his wool, creating an imbalance in Noah. He had to widen his stance to avoid falling backwards. The twins didn't notice that, thinking he had moved his legs apart so they could shave his legs better. Luke started at his ankles, saying it was weird how his hands and feet had no wool.

Noah tried to zone out, letting Luke shear his legs, but was pulled back when he felt his boxers grabbed. Not being pulled down, Luke pushed some wool up and his hand landed on his boxers. No one even mentioned it, and soon Luke let go as soon as the wool fell, but it still freaked Noah out.

The twins stood up to admire their friend, who was half naked and half wooled. “Damn, Noah. You let this grow out. We might need another bucket." Tim raised the bucket that was more than half full to show Noah. Blushed and turned around, wanting this to be over as soon as possible. “Give me the shears." Tim reached his paw out to Luke.

“Why?" Luke pulled the shears to his chest.

“Because you got to do the front so I get the back."

Luke rolled his eyes and shoved the shears into Tim's hand. “Thank you." Tim sang as he got on his knees. Tim didn't pull the wool back, instead he started at the brim of the boxers, grabbing Noah's waist to steady him. Tim worked up, creating a horizontal line of wool as he worked. Just like the front, Noah's back was covered in bruises.

When Tim reached Noah's neck, his backside was completely freed from the wool, leaving only his head, neck and legs. Tim ran the shears from the center of Noah's neck all the way over his head. This created a reverse mohawk and prompted a chuckle from Luke. “Hurry up!" Noah moaned, and soon his upper half was naked.

The twins were getting more and more excited as they continued on, making Tim hurry and shear Noah's legs. Starting at his ankles, Tim sheared all the way up, leaving Noah with a crotch and rear that stood out. The twins stood back and admired their handy work. “I say we did pretty good for our first time." Tim reflected as Noah put his clothes back on. “I guess you did a good job."

“Where are you going?" Luke asked as he finished picking up the wool. The bucket was indeed full, but it just needed to be pressed down and more wool could fit in it than originally thought. “I'll finish shearing in the bathroom." Noah put his clothes on and took the bucket and shears from the twins. “I'll be right back."

Noah did just that, finishing shearing in privacy. He had to take his clothes off, so he admired his new look in the wolf's bathroom mirror. They did do a really good job, and his parents would have definitely freaked out if they sheared him again.

Noah walked into the twins room with the bucket and shears and was welcomed by the twins sitting on the floor and whistling. “You can put the stuff in the corner with the mat," Luke said. Noah turned around to do as instructed only realizing his mistake as he was grabbed from behind and pulled back. He was thrown to the ground and pinned. They grabbed, pinched, rubbed, licked, and sniffed every part of him.

“Duuuuude, you feel so much different!" One of them said, “Yeah, it's such a different feeling than before." They talked like they were sampling wines as Noah struggled at first, but soon accepted his fate. The twins are never satisfied when it comes to their sheep, but they would relent and lay down with him, still touching and rubbing him. They would often lay down like this and talk about whatever came to mind.

Soon it was dinner time, something Noah's parents rarely let him stay over for, so he had to leave. He took the bucket full of wool with him. They made sure that neither adult wolf saw that the sheep that entered their house covered in wool was now left with wool in a bucket.

Noah entered his house. His sister was sitting on the couch on her phone. When she looked up and saw her younger brother, she paused. Remembering that he had all his wool on this morning, and realizing what must have happened. She then bleated and passed out. His parents ran in and demanded he explain what had happened. They were mortified that he let wolves shear him, so he was grounded for a month.