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A Fluffy Fairytale	By : Kirke Category: G through L > Hitchhikers Guide Series Views: 2917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Fluffy Fairytale
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (the movie)
Characters/Pairing: Arthur Dent (Arthur/Zaphod)
Word Count: 2889
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Not mine :( No money out of it :(( Have I mentioned that 'not mine'? :(((
Series: Set in the 'Infinity Minus One' universe
Author's Notes: Written for fanfic100 I don’t have/do Halloween but I figured out that you can get away with a stuff like that only today. This is all Demus fault! She forced me into this… thanks babe! :
Warnings: Furriness and an excessive usage of words like ‘little’ and ‘pretty’ :P

Arthur the Fluffy Sheep was a very happy little lamb. He had a soft, snow-white fleece, all the grass he could think of and it was a beautiful day on his little green meadow, so he could graze all he wanted.

Unfortunately for him, it was also the day when a resident of the Big Green Forest, that, by complete accident, begun right next to Arthur’s little green meadow (the forest, not the resident, of course), had decided to go for a walk and spotted our defenseless sheep. Arthur, being too busy prancing around, ringing his bell and being generally a happy little cattle didn’t notice a single shadow that moved from one tree to the other and how hungry eyes observed him for several minutes, so, when all of a sudden he found himself laying flat in the grass, with something heavy on his back, he was indeed very surprised.

“I’m going to eat you, little lamb” he heard a low, throaty growl and the blood in his veins run cold, because he understood, that he was about to be eaten by a wolf.

Arthur’s small but inventive mind started to work, desperately trying to think of something, that would let him avoid this horrible fate. Despite the fact, that everybody knew that wolves were violent and bad, and there’s no point in trying to talk them out of eating innocent sheep, Arthur liked being alive too much, just to give up and accept his doom. When wolf’s sharp teeth had neared to his neck, without a doubt with cruel intention to snap it, Arthur decided to use his ultimate weapon – he started to beg.

“Please, please, please, Mister Wolf, don’t eat me” he pleaded “I’m still young and innocent, I’m too fluffy to die!”

Wolf’s harsh laughter sounded in his ears “But I like young and innocent, sheep! Those are the best.” Arthur started to cry sorrowfully, knowing now, that there was no rescue for him. Dying was never easy and dying on such a lovely day, on a pretty green meadow was even less easier.

“There there, no need to cry, kid” Wolf patted Arthur’s fluffy white fleece, feeling rather uncomfortable. He just hated when they did that “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to bite through your throat and I can’t do that when you are lying on your back, so, excuse me but…” with much skill he had undoubtedly gained in the numerous other situations like that, he grabbed Arthur’s arm and flipped him on his back, while not stopping to pin him down even for a second.

Arthur blinked, both shocked and surprised but since he apparently couldn’t do anything to stop the wolf, he decided to take this all with dignity. He stopped crying, looked straight into wolf’s eyes… and gasped in amazement.

He had seen many different animals in the past; sheep and rabbits, and foxes, and badgers and even a wolf once but none of those creatures was as handsome as this one. He stared for few seconds, totally oblivious, that his behavior made his captor a little anxious. After all, the sheep should be afraid of the wolves, not gape at them like they were a four courses meal.

“Whatcha staring at!” he demanded unpleasantly, some of his former confidence returning, when he noticed that sheep’s eyes winded with terror. “N… nothing, Mi... mister Wolf” stuttered Arthur, quite petrified that those two beautiful blue eyes could look so cold “I just couldn’t help but notice how handsome you are.”

Wolf’s eyebrows rose “Yes, yes, I know that, little sheep. I am, in fact, very handsome.” Arthur could only nod and not just because he agreed unfalteringly (though he did) but also because, since he was in the middle of being pinned down, that was the only thing he could do. When he noticed that the wolf shared an opinion with him on this matter, a small hope rose in him. If they could agree on one thing, then undoubtedly, they could agree on other as well. An unexpected plan formed.

“Perhaps…” he cleared his throat, embarrassed at what he was about to say. Like he had mentioned earlier, he was an innocent little lamb, so he didn’t have the opportunity to say things like that often, if at all “Perhaps we could find some sort of arrangement?”

One clawed hand rose from its place on Arthur’s chest and closed around his throat “Listen sheep, no more talking, I need to kill and eat you, so…”

“What about your lovely, black fur?” Blurted out the frightened creature, when a sudden inspiration hit him “It’s gonna get covered in blood and what a shame it would be!”

Wolf scowled at the though and glanced at his silky coat “Yeah, shame, I’m telling you, removing the blood from it is always a murder but…” he looked back at his pray sharply, showing him a pair of nastily looking sharp fangs “I need my proteins, baby.”

Arthur swallowed nervously, aware, that this could be the last chance he had “Yes, proteins are very important but you know, I know a way to make you have your share without needing to kill me.” He watched as wolf’s forehead wrinkled “How?”

“Well, you could have some of my… stuff. It’s nutritious.”

The intrigued predator look down at him, questioningly, his pretty blond hair framing his face in a way, that made Arthur drool “What stuff?”

Arthur blushed furiously. Really, this wolf looked experienced enough to know very well what he meant, there was no need to embarrass him further. Since it still didn’t seem like his captor was getting any clue and the last thing our poor sheep wanted was to piss off the hungry wolf further, he decided to state this as simply as he could “You could suck me off!”

Wolf stared at him for few seconds and Arthur could swear that he heard a sound of two brain cells making a connection “Are you suggesting” he begun, slowly, like he couldn’t believe in what he was about to say “that I should spare your life for a mouthful of the sheepcum?” He started to laugh and Arthur closed his eyes, sure that now nothing would stop him from meeting his sheepcestors but when after a moment the laughter died away and he was still alive, he dared to lift one of his lids. Wolf’s face was an inch from his own “You are a very smart snack and a pretty one too, though of course not as smart or pretty as I am” he stated matter-of-factly “perhaps it would be a shame to eat you. Fine” he decided “give me some of that stuff of yours and if I like it, you’ll be free to go but first…”

He reached into one of his pockets and get out of it a long silky rope, he then tied it to the hoop, next to Arthur’s bell. It was then, when Arthur realized that the wolf had three arms. That was really weird, he’d never met an animal that would have five limbs. Three, yes, it happened sometimes but five? It looked that it was a very special kind of wolf and suddenly Arthur felt really glad the he was wearing his best ribbon – the blue one that matched both his eyes and his soft white fleece.

He sighed in relief when he felt, that the wolf’s weight stopped pinning him down, though and he couldn’t quite explain that, there was also a sense of lost. He watched as wolf sat next to him, one of his right hands gripping the rope tightly and looked straight at him. “Ok, sheep, begin.”

Arthur was about to reach between his legs to retrieve his member, when he remembered that it was very rude to masturbate in front of someone and not introduce himself. “Ehem… my name is Arthur. Arthur the Fluffy Sheep” he offered

Wolf lifted his gaze from the place his eyes were lingering at (and of course, there’s no need to waste time writing where that was) “Zaphod the Big Bad Wolf and go on with it, I’m hungry.”

Arthur nodded and spread his legs, widely, to give Zaphod the better access, then fished inside his pretty snow-white fleece for his penis. He found it, seized in his right palm and begun stroking it up and down. At this moment it’s probably wise to add, that Arthur really was an innocent little lamb he claimed to be, so, he was quite pleased with himself, that his innocent little mind came up with a plan so brilliant. That knowledge turned him on even further, so just two minutes later, he was panting and moaning hard, while his hips moved up and down, to match the movement of his hand. He got so caught up in his own pleasure that he had forgotten the purpose of this, so when a clawed palm grabbed his right one and forced it away, he squealed in fear.

His eyes snapped open and he saw that Zaphod was now kneeling between his legs. The wolf growled loudly, opened his mouth and plunged forward, swallowing the whole hard cock in one move. Arthur’s hands reached automatically to grab the wolf’s hair and with a jealousy that didn’t fit the circumstances, Arthur thought that they were as soft as his own fleece. He didn’t time to ponder it however, because just few seconds later he begun to cum. His whole body arched up as the streams of hot sperm begun to fill Zaphod’s mouth, the wolf gulping down greedily every drop.

Arthur was still shaking with the leftovers of his orgasm when he felt a change. Zaphod let go of his cock and crawled atop oh him again but, on contrary to the last time, he wasn’t pinning the sheep down anymore. Arthur’s blue eyes locked with Zaphod’s “Was it good?” he asked weekly

“Very good, very sweet, I liked it but I don’t think we’ve finished yet”

“Not yet?” Arthur was confused, what else was to… but then he felt Zaphod’s own very hard cock pocking his stomach and the answer was found. “Oh…” he sighed, sadly “but I’m an innocent little sheep, I don’t have any experience, I don’t know what to do and I definitely won’t suck you off as good as you sucked me.”

Zaphod smiled, showing Arthur the row of his perfectly white, sharp teeth “I don’t want you to suck me, I want to top you.”

Arthur felt that the whole blood drained from his face. For a sheep to be topped by wolf was unthinkable, not to mention that he could bet that Zaphod had a one, wolf-sized prick that would tear his virgin hole “But... but… I’ve never done that! It will hurt!” he protested but despite it, the cruel predator started to urge him to turn over

“Don’t worry baby, I know what to do, it will be so nice that you’ll bleat about it to all your sheepfriends.” Arthur felt dizzy, ok, so the wolf was handsome and from the way he handled his cock earlier it really would seem that he had plenty of experience but still… with a wolf?

Yet he flipped over onto his stomach and when two hands grabbed his hips and tried to lift them up, he scrambled on his hands and knees. He heard a satisfied growl behind, so he guessed that, whatever he was doing, he was doing it good.

“Now baby, I’m going to put my fingers in, first, ‘k?” Arthur nodded so hard, that his bell started to jump up and down on his pretty blue ribbon, making happy little sounds.

When a first clawed finger entered his tight hole, he made a small but audible bleat. It was weird but not in a bad way, more like ‘eating new sort of grass’ weird. Actually, after Zaphod added another finger, it stopped being weird and begun to feel quite enjoyably. He moaned few times, the pleasant sensation growing with every second and instinctively spread his legs even wider.

Wolf played inside him like that for about two minutes, stretching him further, then, with much talent, put the fingers as far as he could and pressed a small knob. Arthur jumped up, when a wave of unknown ecstasy run through him

“Oh, that’s good!” he exclaimed, surprised “do it again!”

Despite his request Zaphod withdrawn his fingers completely and Arthur was about to complain when he felt something large and hot touching his tight entrance. He hold his breath, knowing what was about to come. As was to be expected, wolf’s prick was big and hard, and felt really, really good inside him. Yes, there was pain, you must not forget that until that moment Arthur the Fluffy Sheep was also Arthur the virgin sheep but, since it was mentioned few times before how much experience Zaphod had, the hurting was soon gone and only the pleasure left.

Since the wolf was already horny before, it didn’t took him long to reach his own completion and cum deep inside his fluffy partner. Arthur was quite disappointed when he heard a loud, satisfied howl and a warm liquid spread inside him. He felt how Zaphod leaned forward and lied atop of his back, nuzzling his white, soft fleece. “Mmmmmmmm… you smell nice as well, sheep” he murmured

Arthur smiled happily at the complement, really, who would have thought that such a feral animal had so much decency in him to complement his pretty fleece. He lied down on the grass, enjoying both the feeling of a hard body atop (and still inside) of him and the fresh grass below. He must have dozed off because the next thing he remembered, was an amazing sensation of a warm tongue licking him between his wool-covered buttocks.

“What… what are you doing?!” he asked, shocked. He had no doubt that wolves mating rituals were strange but he would never suspect that they did something like that. Ok, fine, so it was the best, most incredible sensation he had ever experienced and he was sure that few more licks would give him another orgasm… eh… wait a minute, what was he complaining about?!

Wolf stopped the assault on his pretty ass but only to say “I’m getting my proteins back” and few seconds later Arthur was cumming once again, this time on the green grass of his little green meadow.

He had just finished, when he felt a tug of the rope that was still attached to the hoop, next to his pretty little bell. “Get up, kid, we’re going”

Arthur looked up at Zaphod, the dread rising in him once more “You said I’d be free to go.”

“I’ve changed my mind, sheep” Said Zaphod the Big Bad Wolf in his best bad voice.

Arthur started to shake “But you promised!” he cried out, terrified. “I don’t want to die!”

Zaphod smiled at him, once again showing his pretty white fangs “You won’t die, baby. I think I’m going to keep you.”

“Keep me?”

“Yes. You have a nice, soft fleece and are pretty, and taste sweet, so I think I’m going to marry you, and we will live together in my wolfcave, and we’ll have plenty of little wolfsheep children that will eat grass but have sharp claws, so they won’t have to be afraid of other wolfs, and we gonna shag silly all the time.” Zaphod looked quite pleased with himself, that he had been able to deliver such a long and complicated sentence. He glanced at Arthur who smiled happily, he too liked the wolf and if they had met in other circumstances, he’d probably tried to baabaa him anyway.

So, if this tale was to end here, I’d have to say that they grabbed each other’s hands and skipped happily into the Big Green Forest, went to Ford the Brown Bear who married them (so they wouldn’t have to live in sin) and that the other wolves first laughed at Zaphod the Big Bad Wolf but then, noticing how he loved his little lamb and what a great spouse Arthur the Fluffy Sheep was, would marry their own sheep and everyone would live happily ever after…

…but I won’t say it, because, right after Arthur smiled happily and stood up to kiss his companion, a small device in Zaphod’s trousers (not that kind of device, you pervs!) bleeped and the two man sighed, knowing that the fun they were having, had finished.

I should probably add, that while Zaphod was quite oblivious in the matters of Halloween and didn’t really understand why it required of people to dress up as farm animals and sass each other on an alien planets, he was quite pleased, that he could spend some quality time with his favorite monkey.

So, Arthur the Fluffy Sheep, who was, in fact, Arthur Dent dressed in a white costume, and Zaphod Beeblebrox (for that was the real name of the notorious Big Bad Wolf), who, thanks to few twists of fate, great fortune and a plate of strangely named soup was Arthur’s beloved husband, had to return to the ship they came from.

And then they lived happily ever after.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! everyone! :D
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