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Mary the Weresheep

Female Main Character x Female Monster

Sheep have been going missing all over this land. Considering that most of my village makes their money off of livestock, it's a very big deal. Even if it wasn't, missing sheep is usually a sign of something lurking in the woods. For years now, my family has been to blame for this. The stress of it killed my mother, and my father is barely hanging on. I've been taking care of things as much as possible, but even I suffer from debilitating anguish.

The Peep Farm has been in my family for generations, and before the ugliness, we had been known far and wide for the best sheep and goats in the world. Our sheep had the whitest and fluffiest pelts, and our goats produced sublime milk and cheeses. Our lambs and kids were the cutest in the world, and would sell faster than chicks during the spring festival. Then it all came crashing down when my brother... No. I refuse to talk about that.

In any case, our family's reputation has fallen. People have come wanting to buy our farm from us, but my father refuses. This is all we have, and even if we did sell, we would get pennies compared to what this farm is worth. One such buyer is Lady Mary, who owns the biggest sheep farm in this countryside. Lady Mary and I used to be friends; after all, we were both daughters of a sheep farm, so our experiences were similar even if Mary had grown up a bit richer than me. Our friendship seemingly ended, though, when I became engaged to her brother. Maybe Mary was worried I was going to make her brother merge our two farms, or that I was trying to exploit him. Our friendship deteriorated. After her brother passed away in the war, Mary and I were practically strangers.

After what happened with my brother, Henry, I'm not surprised I never heard from Mary again. In fact, it feels like she has just cause to hate my family and wipe our farm off the map. She's the most eager out of all the prospective buyers to get our farm, and comes by at least once a month to make an offer. It starts to feel like an attack each time. She comes by dressed fetchingly in soft colors that show off her creamy complexion. Her hair is perfectly coiffed, she smells of perfume, and she stands on the front porch to barter with my father, not even bothering to come inside.

One day, she comes when my father isn't home, so I am the one to answer the door. Mary has always been tall and beautiful, and she towers over me looking statuesque, perfect and polished. She smiles as I open the door, wiping my hands on my apron. "Good morning, Bo," she says with a smirk. "Is your father home?"

"No," I sigh. "He's gone out to try to get his shovel repaired. And no, we are not selling the farm to you."

Mary tilts her head and lets her eyes wander over me. "Listen, Bo, I know you have fallen on hard times, especially since your mother passed away." She takes a step closer and reaches out a hand. "At least let me buy some of the land. I know it's hard to keep up with so much of it, and with only the two of you, it must..."

I stop her hand from touching me, holding it firmly in mine. "We're doing fine. We're not selling you any property except maybe the shit on it."

Mary frowns. "I am not trying to be rude, Bo!"

"Well it sure sounds like it to me."

I let go of her hand, and she withdraws it. Her fingers flit through her golden locks and she sighs. "Tell your father I stopped by, and that my offer still stands." She turns off the porch, going up the path towards her buggy.

It's true. Ever since the incident with Henry, and since my mother passed away, hard times have basically been all we know. I try my hardest to keep the meager money we earn flowing. I take care of our sheep, but the flock is small now. People kept stealing them from us, even before sheep started vanishing en masse around the whole countryside. But I swear, our family has nothing to do with this. The Peeps are innocent - this time.