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Shear That Sheep! by RaddaRaem

Shear That Sheep!

RaddaRaem

Cute as can be art courtesy of Gravewalker

“You’re more sweater than sheep at this point!” Celia tutted with a shake of her head.

“Sooooo,” Radda bahhed out in reply. Brushing back the puffs of wool draping over his eyes the stocky sheep cautiously bumbled about his shared home. Arcs of electricity leapt from light fixtures, electrical outlets, and anything with a metal varnish towards his wooly frame.

Hands resting atop her shapely hips, the Eevee tapped a thick fat foot against the carpeted floor. Sparks and puffs of smoke bounced up from the charged fibers beneath her feet every time Celia did so. “No-Shear November or not, I am not relegating myself to my Jolteon Eeveelution every time I want to so much as interact with you! That and you’re becoming a fire hazard.”

Hooves clopping gently while his stripey ball tipped tail swayed behind him, the Mareep mmphed. Wherever puffs of wool spilled free from his sweater along the neckline or sleeves scorch marks could be seen. The same was true along the waist and cuffs of his jeans. The sheer electrical charge accumulating within Radda’s billowing poof and floof practically incinerated whatever it came into contact with. “Fiiiiiine,” he reluctantly bleated.


“Bahh!” The Mareep harrumphed as the shears ran across his noggin and sent a clump of wool tumbling down along his snoot. Blinking his eyes, Radda had to concede it was nice having an actual line of sight that consisted of anything other than puff and fluff for a change. Peering at his shirtless reflection in the mirror placed before him he couldn’t help but blep. Tongue poked out between his lips the Electric-Type smirked at the giggle that arose from his girlfriend’s bosom. A beet red blush flared upon his blue furred cheeks when the hair stylist at his back did the same.

Rubber gloves clinging tightly to her limbs, the lithe bespectacled Ninetales loudly snipped the smoldering hot shears in hand. Clang. Cling. Snip. Snap. Paying no heed to the wooden handles crackling with embers as the metal glowed hot the vulpine hmmmed. “Now am I taking everything off the top or…?”

“It grows back fast enough as it is,” Celia replied with eyebrows arched. “Besides. You’ll get more winter wear out of him that way!”

“Nuuuuuu,” the Mareep bahhed and huffed.

“Oh don’t be like that. How many sweaters, socks, and long-johns has my Mom made from you alone come Christmas? Share the snugs, Radda!”

Arms crossed about his chest the Mareep harrumphed.

Lips pursed, the Ninetales allowed her tails to flit in concerted tandem. “I could use a new pair of mittens now that you mention it. Annnnd a scarf.” Carefully, ever so carefully, she snipped free the veritable mane of floof that wrapped round his neck.

With a sigh, Radda flopped back into his seat as the wooly weight resting heavily upon his shoulders tumbled down onto the tiled ground. Even now the Ninetales continued to count off the clothing items she’d love to make out of his clippings. Brows arched, he meeped when he observed the static laden clumps of sheepy softness tumble across the floor. Little by little they came to clump together of their own accord as they audibly crackled.

“And some stockings, some thick underwear…” the sheep stylist continued to mull aloud as she sheared the Mareep.

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    That was such a silly story to watch you write out Reep. |3
    Sheep must be sheared, there is no avoiding it... electric sheep who are fire hazards and have ladies in need of cute mittens and such must be even more so! >:3

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      You just want a sweater out of me too, bahh huff! X3

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        Maaaaaaaaaybe... something nice and comfortable >|3c