Denial (Patreon)

“And then he asked ‘How much?’.” Charlie stared at his client with his scissors dangling in his fingers and an extremely disappointed look spread across his face. The client that he was cutting hair for didn’t seem too interested in his chitchat and gossip for the most part, but when it turned into a story of how the feminine mouse boy was mistaken for an escort, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped to the floor 

“You’re kidding!” the grey wolf who was in there for the perfect bangs looked back at Charlie. “What did you do?” 

Charlie resumed snipping at his client’s hair to get the final touches to her bangs done and continued his story, “I threw my drink in his face, I wasn’t going to be insulted like that. But here’s the kicker,” the mouse snickered, “I slept with him, and the next day, he sent these fancy set of hairdressing scissors to my place. I didn’t even TELL him WHERE I LIVED! Billionaires, girl.” After making the final snips to the wolf girl’s hair, he ran his fine comb through it and looked at her through the mirror again. 

“Voila,” he said with a smug smile spread on his face as he hovered behind the wolf and allowed her to look at herself in the mirror. He handed her a handheld mirror for her to get a closer look, too. Her bangs were perfect. The wolf girl looked, touched, and inspected the mouse’s work on her hair for a few seconds before a satisfied smile spread across her face. “God, I love it.” Charlie let out a small chuckle and pulled the chair cloth off her in one swoop like a magician pulling a tablecloth. He shook it off a few times and folded it over his arm. 

“So how much did he offer?” the wolf girl stood up, revealing how tall she was; she had a good two feet over Charlie, which meant he had to look up at her. She dusted herself off and started walking toward the reception desk where she was to pay. Charlie laughed, “He offered me 3,000 dollars.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. The mouse walked with the wolf all the way over to the front desk where his coworker Angela was stationed. She started to ring her up for the services Charlie provided and right before the wolf signed her credit card receipt, she asked one final question. 

“Did you take it?” 

Charlie shook his head as if to say no, but he pulled his hands up to do a ‘stop’ gesture and smiled. “That’s for another time, gotta leave you on a cliffhanger, how else am I going to get you coming back?” The wolf looked a little disappointed and reluctantly nodded as she signed the receipt. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.” She rolled her eyes, took her card, and inspected her bangs one last time before she walked away. Charlie and Angela both watched as the wolf girl left, and after the bell jingled when the door closed, Angela turned to her mouse coworker with squinted suspicion-fueled eyes. 

“Did you take that money?” 

Charlie raised his brows and turned to look at Angela. “Of course I did. Are you kidding me? It was three grand.” Charlie chuckled as he folded the chair cloth that he had over his arm and put it on a nearby shelf. Angela laughed, too. “Her jaw is going to drop when she comes back for the end of that story.” The fox said as she stapled the credit card receipt that the customer had just signed to the salon’s receipt and tossed it into a plastic box labeled “Sales”. She then glanced at the booking schedule that was on one of the computer screens in front of her. “It says here you have an appointment for a Jackie Reyes next. Did they confirm?” 

Charlie nodded, “Yep. A sheep needs a little bit of shearing and a trim. Haven’t had one of those booked in a long time. What time was his appointment again?” Charlie turned to look at Angela and peered over to try to get a better look at the schedule on the computer. Angela squinted her eyes slightly as she looked at the screen, “30 minutes from now. You should probably check the shearing chamber and see if everything is set, we really haven’t had anyone come in for that in months.” She was right, and without any hesitation, Charlie stepped into the back where the special section for sheep shearing was. It looked good to go; the vents that sucked air to keep the sheep wool from getting everywhere were functional, and the wireless electric shavers were fully charged. Charlie brought out an extra towel to use to dust off the sheep once the main shearing was done. He even rolled out his little utility cart with sprays and anti-tangle oils just in case this sheep was a real piece of grooming work.

30 minutes later, as Charlie swept up the hair left by his previous client off of the floor, the bells above the salon door jingled as a brown-furred sheep in a button-up floral shirt that had two-thirds of the buttons undone came through the door. Curly shoulder-length hair, chest fluff that poked through the shirt he barely had on, waist-high pants, and rose-tinted “I go to Coachella” sunglasses on indoors. But that wasn’t the part that caught Charlie’s eye the most as he walked in, oh no. He also had boots on; black high platform ones with bright pink laces that went up half his calf, the kind that usually only a goth Daphne from Scooby-Doo could pull off. He pulled them off, though, and he pulled them off well. Charlie couldn’t stop staring at him as he approached the front desk and confirmed his appointment with the vixen.

“Jackie Reyes, here for an appointment with Charlie?” Jackie flashed a charming smile at the fox at the front desk and pulled his glasses from his face. Hearing his name, Charlie dropped what he was doing and zoomed over to the front desk. The broom and dustpan fell to the floor, Charlie slid over to the front desk, and leaned on it. “That would be me.” He announced and brushed his hair out from in front of his eyes. “You must be Jackie. Hi. Shall we get started?” The mouse’s sudden arrival caught both the sheep and the vixen off guard, but once Angela saw how he was looking at the sheep, she rolled her eyes and went back to doing her thing on the computer. That mouse and his thirst for bad bully boys, she should have known. 

Jackie put the temple of his sunglasses in between his teeth and chewed on it lightly. His eyebrows raised when the mouse appeared out of nowhere and he looked at him with a very judgmental pair of eyes. “Yeah, sure,” he said, pulling his sunglasses out of his mouth and putting them away at the only button on his shirt that was buttoned. “Where do I put my clothes?” he let out a sigh that made him sound annoyed, but he was just glad he was finally getting this over with. 

Charlie pushed himself from the desk and began walking backward further into the salon. He gestured for the sheep to follow him and after a few steps going backward, he turned around and continued walking. “If you’ll just follow me! We have a special room in the back, and you can put your clothes in a locker just outside of it so they don’t get fur all over them. Jackie glanced at Angela for a few seconds as Charlie walked into the salon as if to ask her for help, but her eyes were firmly glued to the computer screen so he was left with no other choice other than to follow the mouse to the back of the salon. 

The hardest part of Charlie’s job as a hairdresser was when he had to shear someone or shave them because that usually entailed the customer being stripped down to their underwear and standing awkwardly as Charlie worked his way around every possible square inch of them. It didn’t help when the customer was attractive, either. And in the case of Jackie Reyes, a customer he was servicing for the first time, he found himself biting his lip to try and calm himself down or to get him to think of something else. Once it was just the two of them in the back of the salon, Charlie guided the sheep to the small locker that was right outside the shearing chamber. He walked over to open the glass door of the chamber, walked in to grab his electric shaver, and came back out to call the sheep inside.  He came out to see the sheep stripping, his job only got harder from there. 

Jackie had no problem stripping down to his underwear; as with most sheep, he was used to having his fur shaved once in a while. And even though it was possible for him to do it himself with an electric shaver, a mirror, and some patience, it was so much easier to have someone else do it for you. This wasn’t his first rodeo, so he didn’t hesitate when it came to stripping. First to come off were his boots, then his shirt peeled from him to reveal even more fluff hidden underneath. His brown fur looked like chocolate cotton candy; thick, fluffy, and soft as what people often think a cloud is. He then moved on to his jeans; unbuckling his belt, undoing his buttons, and sliding his zipper down before shimmying his way out of them to reveal the soft pastel pink boxers that kept him PG-13. He sported a fine bulge, too, not that Charlie was looking or anything unprofessional like that. 

It took a couple shakes of his head for Charlie to stop seeing everything in slow motion after the sheep finished stripping, but even after his perception of time and reality returned to normal, he was still staring at the sheep’s fluffy torso, lost in it like a tourist lost in the Amazon rainforest. Done with getting his clothes off, Jackie folded them neatly into the locker and turned around to face the mouse. When he saw him staring, he put a hand at his hip, tilted his head to the side, and smirked. 

“Oi, oi, short stack, we going to start, or are you just going to ogle me like a piece of cheese?” the sheep’s smirk grew wide, clearly, he was proud of his cleverly mean words. Charlie snapped right out of it when he heard the sheep call him names. He jumped and quickly turned around to walk back inside the shearing chamber, and once his client was in there with him, he closed the door behind him and the vents did their thing to keep the room’s pressure separate from the outside. 

Jackie needed no direction and went to stand right in the middle of the chamber where Charlie’s little utility cart was. He stood with his legs slightly apart, his arms out from his body, and let out a sigh as he heard the familiar sound of an electric shaver turning on. 

‘Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.’

The sheep’s wool was just as soft as Charlie thought it was going to be. As he ran the shaver over his arms and took the majority of the fluff off, he smiled and hummed a tune. When he got to the sheep’s chest, it took him a couple of tries to break into the thick fluff with his shaver, but once he made it in there, the rest shaved off from him easy peasy. The shaver vibrated and buzzed as he went over the sheep’s chest and revealed his pecs and his abs. Thick bundles of his fur and wool fell to the floor and stuck to it, and after Charlie was done with both his arms, his chest, and back, the floor was covered in what looked like a thick layer of chocolate shaved ice. The mouse moved his shaver lower to the sheep’s stomach and abdominal region, to which the sheep visibly tensed up. As he moved to shave the sheep’s legs, he tensed up even more. Jackie could feel how close Charlie was getting to his boxers with that shaver and for some reason, it was making him tingle. 

“All done!” Charlie turned off the shaver and tossed it gently into his utility cart. He then grabbed a towel and gently patted it all over Jackie to get the leftover bits of shaven fuzz that stuck to his now shorter fur. He even patted him over his boxers, which made Jackie tense up again and jump back slightly. When the mouse slung the towel over his shoulder and walked to the door, Jackie let out a sigh of relief and looked down at his bulge disapprovingly before he followed him out. 

Charlie led the sheep back out into the main salon area, without his clothes. Jackie didn’t seem to realize it himself and sat down in the salon chair that Charlie stopped behind. The chair squeaked slightly as he sat down and he looked at himself and Charlie through the mirror in front of him. His dick had stopped getting hard for now, but what was coming next was going to mess all of that up, he just knew it. With the mouse’s back turned as he grabbed his scissors and combs; Jackie very quickly reached his hand down to readjust his boxers in a way that would keep his boner hidden for as long as humanly possible if he were to pop one. Charlie turned around right as he was done with his boxers and he smiled at him through the mirror. With a pair of scissors in one hand and a comb in the other, Charlie snipped the scissors at the air as he ran the comb through the sheep’s fur to smooth it out and check for any uneven bits he needed to clean up. He combed through his shoulders, snipped in a few places, then combed his arms, legs, and over his chest; all even. As he moved down to his stomach, the mouse found more uneven bits and trimmed them with the comb underneath to prevent over-trimming. The lower he went, the closer he was to the waistband of Jackie’s boxers, and the more uneven his fur got. It was hard to use the electric shaver so close to clothing, Charlie was scared to rip his boxers. But it wasn’t an issue; he combed through the fur near his bulged-out boxers and trimmed. The sheep’s brown fluff fell to the floor like snow on a winter’s day and he struggled to keep a straight face as he felt his dick grow harder the more the mouse touched him. It got to the point where he was sure Charlie would notice; the outline of his dick and balls was as clear as day, but the mouse continued trimming without even batting an eye. Charlie combed through the fur around his boxers one last time and as he went in with his scissors to trim the last bit of uneven fur, his fingers bumped into the outline of Jackie’s rock-hard shaft. 

Jackie had a moment of internal panic; this was it; he was done, a cute hairdresser boy made his dick hard. He wasn’t going to be able to come back here ever again. He dug his fingers into the armrests of the chair he sat in as he braced for the mouse to give him a look. 

“Gonna pop out for a bit, can you handle the walk-ins while I am gone? I need to renew my driver’s license.” Angela popped out from behind the two with her purse over her shoulder and car keys in hand. Jackie almost had a heart attack, but he managed to keep it cool on the outside. But with his heart racing, blood pumped to his dick even faster. 

Charlie stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Angela, and nodded. His hand was still firmly pressed against the sheep’s bulge as the last bit of his uneven fluff sat in between the blades of his scissors. “Sure, driver’s license… Say hi to your boyfriend for me.” Charlie rolled his eyes. 

“I’m SERIOUS!” Angela protested and quickly stormed away, as she left, she shouted, “Don’t break anything!” The bells above the door jingled as she pushed her way out of the salon and jingled again once the door swung closed. 

“She’s totally going to see her boyfriend.” Charlie shook his head disapprovingly. He then brought his eyes back to the task at hand, but before he did the final trim, he spoke. “Oh wow, would you like a private session after this?” The rodent’s eyes were on Jackie’s very obvious bulge and he prodded his knuckles at it playfully. He had known that Jackie was hard the entire time, but was just being professional as a courtesy to his coworker. Jackie’s eyes widened and he looked down at his bulge. In a panic, he tried to close his legs shut, but with the mouse holding scissors and a comb against him, he wasn’t able to.

“Wha-!? I’m not gay!” Jackie exclaimed. 

“I didn’t say you were,” Charlie chuckled, averting his eyes from the sheep’s bulge for a moment to look into his eyes. After a few short seconds, he brought his gaze back to the uneven patch of fluff he had in between his scissors. 

“Let’s see how long you believe that,” he snipped the uneven fur and it fell free down the front of the sheep’s bugle and onto the floor with the rest. Jackie’s dick throbbed under his pink fabric and Charlie let out a giggle.

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Jackie by Hype-Man 

Art by ShinyStarShard