28.4ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ/sᴛʀᴀᴛᴏᴛʜʀᴀx

Rain stepped forward abruptly and slammed a paw onto the post above her head causing it to shudder. He was significantly taller than the Elf-sheep and he towered over her. He snarled as he spoke. "I need nothing from you but your body. You do not get to tell me what I will or will not do."

"I'm not afraid of you! You great brute!" She gave him such a look of confident defiance that he was momentarily taken aback.

"I know what I'm about. Your intimidation does not work on me, I've faced down worse than you."

Rain gave her a curious look. "You seem to genuinely believe that, but…"

He stepped back and his gaze ran down her body to where her knees were turned inward and trembling like leaves in the wind. A line of fluid ran from her crotch to splatter on the ground.

The Elf-sheep followed his gaze and seemed to realize that she was openly wetting herself.

"Oh! Oh! I- That's not me! I'm not doing this!" She blushed furiously as liquid continued to loudly hit the ground.

"You pretty clearly are…"

"No! This is my sheep half! I- Gods, it must be some kind of inherited physical fear of whatever species you are, I swear I'm not wetting myself, it's my body reacting on its own! I- I'm not afraid of you!"

Rain snorted, then let out a small laugh, then a larger one. "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

"It's true! I swear! It happens sometimes, it's like ancestral memory, like tribal monsters!"

Rain paused. "Do you have any idea what species of monster I am?"

The Elf-sheep blinked. "Uh, no?"

"...Neither do I. I do know that my kind scared the shit out of a lot of monsters and levelers a long long time ago though… Maybe there is something to what you are saying."

"Wait, how do you not know what kind of monster you are?"

"Because I am the only one of my kind. I've never met or heard of another like me."

"...Well, okay, but you still definitely need me."

Rain pondered her words. He wasn't impressed with this Elf-sheep's promises, but he had to admit he found her half-fear half-bravery intriguing.

"I don't think so, but I'd like to see where you're going with this."

He grabbed the chain that rose above her hands and yanked it down, the iron pin that it was attached to came free from the wooden post with a shower of splinters and broken wood. The Elf-sheep began to sink down as her legs gave out, but with a yelp she managed to awkwardly crab walk by the puddle she'd made.

She looked up at him from a crouching position.

"This has never happened before. I disassociate myself from my legs!"

"You can't do that. They're still your legs."

"Yes I can! I declare my legs persona non grata!"

Rain opened his mouth then closed it again unsure what to say to that. Instead he pulled up on the chain, pulling her arms into the air and lifting her up to standing. Her legs wobbled dangerously but she managed to keep upright. After a moment Rain let her stand unaided, he still kept the chain hanging in his paw however.

"Show me what you want to show me. It had better be good or you'll find yourself becoming intimately familiar with my teeth."

The Elf-sheep visibly gulped and began shakily walking toward the entrance. Rain noted as she turned that above the huge fluffy ball that was her tail she had several welts across her back as though she had been whipped, the reason for being tied up outside made clear.

They passed beneath the entrance and into the shadowy interior of the breeding pens.