No! Bad dog!!

Pom stepped gingerly over a gap in the cobblestone road, light pink wool pompadour bobbing with her movements, and the bell she wore on her neck made muffled jingling noises against her chest. Her four puppies were behind her, chasing each other and growling and yapping playfully. She turned her head back to address them.

"Now, careful that you don't trip here, pups," the little lamb said with a noticeable amount of concern. The dogs, either not hearing, not caring, or taking her advice as a challenge, charged past her. "Ah- hey!" She scowled at them, but they weren't even looking at her, and she sighed. Her features melted back into a warm smile as her beloved friends played in the grass ahead.

Pom continued walking, the soft clop-clop of her hooves lost among the sounds of energetic puppy play and wooden creaks of the town's windmills, their blades turning slowly on gentle breezes. The sheep of Baaaaah (her home town) were quite well off compared to the starving alpacas of the Huacaya mountains or the cows of the prairies that she'd heard had to constantly travel in wagons. She thought of how lucky she was to live in a town of plenty, and she silently thanked her dogs for helping to keep the fields free of rabbits, mice, and other pests that would eat their food supply.

"My dogs eat clover all the time! They've never even touched the alfalfa!" came a familiar voice from around the bend of the cobblestone path. It was Pom's neighbor, Bayle, and it sounded like he was having his usual argument with his brother, Cobb. She rounded the corner and smiled at the two who were facing away and unaware of her presence despite her puppies playing noisily.

"Yer as blind as our old mother then, because I saw 'em eatin' alfalfa just t'other day!" Cobb said grumpily. That Pom's friends and neighbors could afford to worry about silly things like what the dogs ate spoke volumes of how well the sheep lived. She had seen much of Fœnum in her travels, and every new place she visited only reinforced her belief that Baaaah was essentially paradise.

"Yer full o' manure as always," Bayle said, pausing to cough up a ball of wool and mucus. "But even alfalfa's better'n those golden oats that outsider mentioned."

Pom's easy smile disappeared. Golden oats...?

"Ha!" Cobb guffawed. "Never thought I'd see us agreein' on somethin', but here we are."

Pom rushed forward, hoofclacks alerting the two to her presence. As they turned toward her, however, her social anxiety kicked in hard enough to make her slide to a stop, where she cleared her throat. "Uh... hi, Bayle. Hi, Cobb," she said hurriedly, before they could speak. "I couldn't help but overhear you mention an... outsider?"

"Aye," Bayle said slowly, suspiciously, more an unasked question of why she wanted to know than an affirmation. The brothers didn't like their talks being interrupted, and Cobb was silent and grumpy, but Bayle knew Pom well enough to give her a chance to explain herself.

"Was it a reindeer?" Pom asked.

"Aye," Bayle said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Did ya happen to catch her name?" Pom said, feeling Cobb's impatient stare burning into her. Bayle, however, shifted from suspicious to curious.

"Aye, we did. Said her hame was Velvet. Ya know her?" Bayle asked.

Pom's heart sank, and she nodded. "Can ya tell me which way she went?" she asked.

Bayle pointed a hoof along the path. "She went that-a-way, 'bout half an hour ago."

Pom nodded her thanks and stepped past them, and Cobb immediately resumed their argument.

"Heel!" she said over her shoulder, lightly striking her bell with a hoof. Her pups immediately caught up, running past in their excitement. Rowdy and carefree as they were, they were still mostly very good at listening to her. Mostly.

The path wound between trees, gentle hills, and farmsteads, ultimately bringing Pom into the town proper, where everything seemed far too quiet. The streets, usually full of busy sheep trading and moving supplies, were empty. Only important events, like a town meeting or stampede, would make the town this calm, and neither of those things was scheduled for today.

Walking cautiously between eerily silent buildings, Pom's ear twitched as she picked up a sound; the distant murmur of an unsettled crowd, and the uneasy shuffling of several hundred hooves that coalesced into a low rumble. She immediately broke into a restrained trot.

As she approached, before the gathering's noise could resolve into distinct murmurs and coughs, there was a voice that turned her blood to ice. Like a deep-winter bell ringing high and loud and piercing, it came to Pom, a reminder of their first meeting.

Velvet.

Pom shivered, but continued.

She reached the edge of town, where hills and windmills began to dominate the landscape again. As the gathered sheep came into view, she could see Velvet standing alone, up above them all, on a block of ice no doubt conjured as a makeshift stage.

"I'm only going to ask zis von more time!" Velvet said, her voice as heavy with cold fury as it was accent. "Vhere is Pom?"

Pom gulped. With all attention on Velvet, none of the sheep had noticed her, and perhaps it wasn't too late to slip away back home, where she'd be–

"There she is!" one said.

...safe. Never mind. The crowd bleated loudly, and Velvet's mouth turned up with a grin, smug and malevolent. Pom could almost see the thousand imagined punishments playing out behind the reindeer's large, cerulean eyes.

"Leave us!" Velvet shouted suddenly. At least one sheep must have been spooked by it, because panic spread through the group, and they all fled in the same direction. Pom sighed internally, knowing a stampede like that could go for hours. She was suddenly very alone with a very dangerous and angry reindeer whose pride she had hurt before.

"Velve-heh-heh-het!" Pom said in her friendliest tone. "Long time no see. I don't suppose yer still mad about the, uh... the thing. Where my pups... ah..." She stopped and gulped as Velvet slowly advanced, the grin now a sneer. "I tried to tell them no! I swear! I'm really, really sorry about that!"

"Do you know how long it took me to fix my floof and hide ze chips in my hooves? I couldn't be seen in public for veeks. VEEKS!" Velvet said. Pom could almost see steam rising above her icy blue antlers.

"I didn't wanna fight ya! I tried warnin' ya about the jobbie on the ground, but you just stepped right in it!" Pom said, and immediately regretted it.

"Silence! You and zose... mongrels vill pay for zat!" Velvet spat. "Now, enough talk! Die!"

Pom shrieked and cowered in place as Velvet reared up on her hind legs, summoning a floating icicle that came to a fang-sharp point. A small flick of her hoof sent it sailing straight at Pom's head. Just before it connected, however, one of her pups, Ruff, leapt from the side and caught the deadly icicle in his maw, wagging his tail as he landed. As he shook his new toy, he growled playfully.

Velvet growled angrily.

She brought her hooves down to the ground swiftly, creating another spike of ice, this time larger and directly above Pom. It fell toward her, where she still sat with hooves over her eyes, too afraid to even look. Two pups, Tuft and Puff, tackled her aside, eliciting a small shriek from her that was drowned out by the crashing of ice into cobblestone and hard-packed dirt.

"Stay still so I can kill you!" Velvet cried. "Zis vill only take– ah!" The fourth pup, Woof, was attached to her rear leg, gnawing away and snarling. Velvet's right forehoof came down and smacked Woof away, hard, and the puppy yipped as he was struck, flew a short distance, then slid to a stop, unmoving. "Filsy vermin."

Pom's face was one of shock, and her heart hurt for her poor Woof. She hoped dearly that he was okay. Then she looked at Velvet (so vain that she was fussing with her uninjured leg and straightening her fur) and stood up.

"Hey! That wasn't called for! Why don't ya just... go away, meanie!" Pom cried, then regretted it, as it had gotten Velvet's attention. "That is... um... these pups are under my protection, and– eep!"

Enormous spikes of ice erupted from the ground beneath Pom, but instead of impaling her, they seemed to curl around her, holding her in place. She struggled and wriggled, but the ice held fast, encasing everything but her head and neck. Ruff, Tuft, and Puff charged at Velvet, only to meet the same fate as more tendrils of magical ice sprouted up below them, entangling them in a frozen knot.

Velvet seemed winded, and she took a moment to compose herself before she spoke.

"Now zat I've got you right vhere I vant you, I'm going to," she said, pausing for a beat as her malicious smile returned, "enjoy zis." She approached. Pom shivered, as much from fear as from the icy cold.

"P-p-please, I d-didn't mean to–" Pom said, cut off by a sharp hoofstrike against the side of her face. The bell at her neck jingled softly.

"Shut up, vorm!" Velvet said. "I'm going to do to you exactly vhat you did to me!" She smacked Pom again with a backhoof.

Pom, as much as she hated fighting, was no stranger to it. She had traveled far and had been forced to fight many terrifying creatures. Somehow, with the help of her pups, she always prevailed or otherwise survived the encounters. One strange animal, half dragon and half horse, had even trained her, and taught her how to better take hits.

So, stuck in the ice and terrified for her life, she recovered from the two attacks surprisingly quickly. "It'll never happen again! I swear it on me mum's–" Another smack stopped her, the recoil making her bell ring again.

"I said shut up!" Velvet said. She attacked Pom's defenseless face with a flurry of attacks, careful not to hit so hard as to chip her hoof again. Pom bleated aloud as her head was knocked about, her bell ringing constantly. Velvet stopped, huffing and glaring at her enemy. "I varned you not to touch my floof. I told you vhat vould happen if you did. You and your little fleabags vill pay now!" She hit Pom one last time, the bell sounding out, loud and clear.

Pom panted, the pain in her face rather bearable, as Velvet hadn't done any real damage. Bruises, at worst. She lifted her head to see the vengeful reindeer stepping daintily over to the three trapped pups.

With a wicked grin, Velvet looked back at Pom, savoring her concerned look. A small, razor-thin sheet of ice appeared next to Tuft's head.

"No! Hit me all ya want, but don't hurt the pups!" Pom cried desperately.

"Oh, I'm going to do vorse zan hurt zem. I'm going to shave off all zeir floof! Zen I'm going to cut off zat ridiculous pompadour of yours!" Velvet said.

As Velvet turned to begin, Pom detected movement in her peripheral vision. Her eyes snapped to it, and she saw an enormous black and white bulk of fluff, muscle, and teeth. It was Papa Dog, the pups' father. He sniffed at Woof's still form, licking the puppy once. Pom felt a massive wave of relief wash over her as Woof stirred and stood up. A small yelp came from Tuft, and Papa turned his head sharply toward Velvet, where she was busy holding the puppy's head still and lining up the razor. Pom's eyes widened. "Uh... Velvet. You'd really better stop now."

Velvet cackled cruelly, stopping to look at Pom again. "Hah, and how about you tell me exactly vhat you plan to do about it vhile I ruin zis furball's coat?" she said, neatly cutting off a patch of fur.

"No, really! Ya have to stop!" Pom warned.

Velvet's smile died along with the words in her throat as an unexpected growl came from behind her. She turned around, finding herself face-to-chest with the largest dog she had ever seen. Papa was as big as a bear, and presently just as intimidating. Strands of drool hung from his lower lip and sharp fangs, bared in a clear warning as a deep snarl rumbled from behind them.

"Uh. Good doggie," Velvet said, backing away slowly. "I von't hurt you."

"Velvet, if ya just let us go, I'll call him off," Pom offered.

"Right. Let you go. I can do zat..." Velvet said, pausing to channel her magic. "...in your dreams!" She leaped up suddenly, doing an incredibly graceful flip that seemed to simultaneously create and send downward an enormous spike of magical ice just above Papa Dog. It struck him directly, crashing heavily into his mass, and... shattered into a million fragments that dissipated into the air. He was unharmed, and extremely pissed off. Velvet only had a moment to regret her decision. "Vhoops..." Papa Dog heaved his mass toward her, easily bowling her over onto her back, and pinned her down.

Pom closed her eyes, facehoofing internally. She should have known that Velvet was not one to learn lessons easily.

"Get off me, you... mongrel!" Velvet said. Papa's weight only pressed down harder, and his deadly maw was inches away from her face. Something heavy and wet fell against her belly. Knowing full well what it was, she narrowed her eyes. "You vouldn't dare."

He dared.

Papa Dog pulled his hips back and up, and the tip of his slick, red member found her entrance. "I'm varning yoouuaaah!" Velvet cried as he pressed his length inside her. Physically, she immediately stopped struggling. Vocally, however, she hurled an endless string of insults at him. "You filsy, dirty, disgusting, flea-bitten–" She stopped to moan as he pulled out and rammed himself back in. "Ahh... mangy, lutefisk-eating, butt-sniffing..."

Pom opened her eyes. "Oh, my," she whispered to herself, blushing. She shook her head. "Papa, no! Bad dog! We don't do that to strangers!"

Papa Dog didn't seem to hear her, and again thrust himself into the helpless reindeer beneath him. Despite Velvet's foul words, she seemed to be handling his girth quite well, however. His rough motions pounded her sex repeatedly, his knot slapping against her labia wetly before retreating. Feminine deercum leaked from her convulsing tunnel as she orgasmed, betraying the part of her that was enjoying it. Her voiced complaints and insults gained a lilting tone, unable to fully hide her climaxes.

In a display of dominance, Papa grabbed the thick mass of floof at the reindeer's neck as he had his way with her. She was none too happy with this particular development, and made it quite clear. "No! Not ze floof! Anysing but zat! Let go!" she said, flailing her forehooves at his face. The attacks did nothing to him, but he did let go of her floof. Then, when he slid his stiff, throbbing doghood from her, he kept it out. Velvet almost looked disappointed. Panting, she spoke. "Looks like you finally learned your lesson. Ze floof is..." As he shifted himself around, her voice faltered, and she found her muzzle directly in front of his pulsing tip. "...is, uh, off-limits..." Droplets of canine precum dripped onto her snout, its strong, cloying aroma overloading her senses.

Pom scrunched her muzzle in concern. The way he was sitting on Velvet with his crushing weight looked outright dangerous. His heavy balls kept her face from view, but it couldn't be looking too pleased. "Papa, no!" Pom cried. "Stop! Heel! Bad touch!"

"If you sink zat nasty sing is going in my mous," Velvet said, "zen you are sorely mistakullghh–" She was cut off by exactly what one would expect in that situation. Papa Dog's thick, warm cock filled her mouth and throat, and it was all she could do to complain through her nostrils, more a sigh than the growl she had intended. Her forehooves flailed helplessly against the dog's massive backside, and his enormous fuzzy balls hung before her eyes, taking up most of her field of vision.

Pom, knowing full well just how productive Papa could be, worried for her poor enemy. She tried every command, whistle, and bell jingle she could from her helpless position, but he was clearly on a mission to protect his pups and teach an unforgettable lesson. Still, she continued to struggle against the ice. It had melted a bit, and she was beginning to have some wiggle room.

Velvet, thick red knot pressed up against her snout, couldn't help but try to complain as was her usual habit. "Hhrg, gllk!" she said. Papa Dog, possibly taking it as a request to begin, began. He slid his member back, tip still in, then, just as her voice came out, he pushed it back in with a ruthless forward thrust. Panting, his knot smooshed up against her snout again, and he went for another rough thrust. His balls swung forward and smacked the deer's face, eliciting more annoyed, wet noises from deep in her stuffed throat.

Pom writhed, wanting to help poor Velvet, and found herself slowly loosening the icicles' grip on her. If she could get to Papa Dog before he finished, maybe she could save the poor reindeer from a worse fate than their last encounter. She was so close to being able to free her forehooves.

Papa Dog had begun to thrust rhythmically, the velvety-soft confines of his prey's throat massaging his length wonderfully. Each of Velvet's attempts at protesting only served to pleasure him further, and spurred him on to humping with more energy. He panted and whimpered as his knot pressed hungrily at her maw, seeking entrance that was so far denied. Thrust after hungry thrust, he fucked her with a deep need bubbling up inside him. Then, with a bestial grunt, he pressed forward, and he felt his sensitive knot enter, suddenly surrounded by warm wetness. There was no holding back anymore. His balls tightened up as he approached his climax. Velvet's eyes rolled back in her head.

Pom, forehooves free of the ice and too distracted by her own efforts to notice Papa Dog's present state, pulled herself forward and out of the ice. "Ah ha!" she said triumphantly. Then, she looked over at Velvet. Oh no. She was too late! "Oh, no no no! Bad boy! Bad boy! I'm so sorry!"

"Gulk hhp!" was all Velvet could say as Papa Dog's cock jumped and twitched inside her maw, and his balls released hot, sticky jets of dog cum directly into her belly. No longer in control of herself, Velvet swallowed hungrily, repeatedly, around the warm invader, inviting more of the canine's seed into her, and more she got. He continued to fill her, his orgasm further fueled by her eager swallowing. Additional ropes of semen came until, eventually, it spurted out of her mouth, leaving sticky trails across her face where it dripped down. Panting and wagging his tail, the enormous dog pulled his softening, still-dripping cock back and away from Velvet's face and stood up.

"Papa, that was very bad! Very, very bad dog! No! That's not okay!" Pom said as she approached. Velvet was coughing, and she spat a glob of white onto the ground. "Uh... are you okay?"

Velvet rolled onto her belly and sneered up at Pom. "You'll pay for zis," she managed in a raspy voice, then she coughed again.

Pom sighed. "Well, in the meantime, how about a nice cup o' tea?"

Velvet growled. The puppies, all free from the ice, ran over to Velvet, yapping playfully. They climbed over her as they played, and she had no energy to resist. Pom did little to stop them. Velvet gave up, her head collapsing back down to the ground. "Enh. Fine. Tea sounds good right now."