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Porking poor foxes

An average summer day passed the nation complete with hail, wind and heavy rain. Storm clouds slowly dragged across towns, forests and barren fields. Temperatures forced the inhabitants to wear early winter clothes for the time being.

The facial expressions of the few that ventured out showed moods as grim and grey as the sky in each and every town and village. Mostly the residents stayed indoors and so the streets were empty.

Slashing water hit a poor minotaur who had just ventured out into the street from his residence. In anger he shouted and showed his fists at the culprit vehicle, but to no avail as the driver ignored all matters that were not relevant to reach the destination, as instructed to conduct.

A long pink limousine speeded through the towns and villages of the area creating a menacing bough wave wherever it went. Because the streets were empty the machine found its path unhindered and could keep the speed its occupants pleased.

At the wheel sat a young male lion keeping a tight grip on the controls and rigid gaze through the windshield. His concentration was purely centred on reaching the destination as quickly as possible to not only please the one paying him, but also and more importantly to escape the smell of Brussels sprouts, overdue cabbage and decay caused by the one paying him. Still he knew better than to complain and focussing on driving the overly large automobile somewhat turned his attention from the foul air throughout their living space.

All that could be seen through the drivers centred mirror was a ridiculously large hat which barely fitted the length of the limousine and sat wedged between the sides. This hat blocked the lion's view of the interior but he omniscient gaze upon him, as if centuries-old Jedi sat behind him seeing even through his flesh and mind as to what he was up to.

Along with the flamboyant passenger there was another occupant hidden in the back: a green frog well dressed in an expensive dark suit sat on the ground in front of the other passenger and even though in reality he was the actual owner of all this splendour for some reason he could not break out of his servient role to the other.

A cloven hoof dug into the frog's lap and belly and chest while he tended the claws with a tiny nail file. A pink skin ran from the hoof to the leg and beyond eventually hiding within a exuberant fur coat. At least two dozen fox pelts were stitched together at the front of the fur coat along their length alternating snout and tail. The sleeves contained yet more pelts sown whole together and even more were used for the collar, and retain structure within the coat.

In all at least a hundred foxes had been used to make this piece of clothing and yet it only covered the upper body of its owner. Apart from the hat, the fur coat and a large collection of gold and silver rings on her fingers the flamboyant sow was naked.

Without care her sow parts were exposed emitted a pungent smell almost in the frog's face. But this smell paled in comparison to what her other orifice expelled and which sat even closer to his face due to their relative position. The frogs position on the ground gave him a prime view of the sow's anus opening and closing to release even more gas into the vehicle. It opened so wide he would see the brown content of her bowels. And unfortunately the frog knew all to well what it consisted of. Undeterred he submissively kept on tending the pig's claws.

"How long until we get home?"

"We should be there within the hour, ma'am!"

The limousine broke away from the built up area's and continued its ride on a road cutting and slithering through barren fields and small rocky hills. Here the lion could speed up even further than he already did as this road only had one destination and ended there. Rain kept on flooding the windshield, but the driver kept his concentration up and focussed on his job.

"I am getting hungry! Be a dear and get me my snack, please!"

The frog sighed and grimaced both at the smell of the next fart and the prospect of his next job. Right underneath the sow's seat there was a refrigeration unit, which he could only access by moving even closer to the sow: too close. A grin appeared around the snout of the pig as she shifted some of her weight and on purpose had the frog meet her at her fart hole.

"Kissy! Kissy!"

As the frog unlocked the refrigerator and retrieved a large bread roll he could not break his lips away from the sow's pucker whole which opened up to unleash gas right into his nose and mouth. To his horror he could even feel something solid making contact with his lips and prayed she would not force him to stay there once she had her food.

Quickly he closed the hatch and got up to present her with the snack. The frog held up a large bread roll, about as big as his frog head. Lettuce stuck out from the side and various sauces dripped down along his hands and arms. Two small pieces of rope were wrapped around the bread roll in a crossed manner, holding the food together.

Movement could be seen on the roll coming from within. The frog knew very well what it was, but could not help the inevitable doom. For a flash moment some fur could briefly be seen poking out from on of the side, but just as soon as it was visible the sow took over her bread roll and her thick ringed fingers crushed the sided keeping everything contained. A soft muffled whimper could be heard but the pig ignored it and opened her snout wide.

In one go the sow pushed the whole bread roll in her mouth and pushed it within her cheeks. A loud shriek was heard as her molars came down on it and started chewing her food. Then it fell silent as the crushing of bones was audible. Lettuce, sauce and a crimson river started running through her lips and her frog servant had to move in quickly with napkins to prevent her coat from getting stained. From his position he could see up close and even feel the food passing through her throat in smaller portions. The frog tried not to picture in his mind the scene in her mouth.

As promised within the hour of the sow's question the destination appeared suddenly as the road scaled one of the many barren hills of the area. Here a large yellow brick mansion awaited its owners. The building overlooked the whole region as it was placed on the tallest hill. This location today made it the most depressing place to be in this region as there was no hope of any weather improvement to be seen for next coming weeks.

The slithering road encircled the building leading the pink limousine to the back. Once it arrived a metal drop gate opened and the vehicle manoeuvred into the building. The gate dropped down and the moment it was shut the floor started descending dragging the car with its anthropomorphic occupants into the depths of the hill.

Eventually it came to a stop inside a medieval style hallway decorated with tapestries, wooden sculptures and dozens of mounted red fox heads. A long carpet was rolled up to the pink vehicle as it opened up its roof and the driver opened a door to let out the passengers.

The sow stepped out first and was quickly approached by a couple of small bipedal rats who caught her as she threw it down. The head wear was too heavy for the small servants and they both struggled to carry it to safety without damaging it. Slowly her hat floated off to its storage.

A teddy bear wearing only a hat and a tie approached while the frog and sow made their way across the long carpet. He bowed to the duo but was quickly pushed aside by the pig. Quickly he recovered and ran after them.

"Milady! What an unexpected pleasure..."

"You may dispense with the pleasantries, dear! I am hear to put you back on schedule! Or better... to push on a new schedule."

"We are working as hard as we can!"

"The princess wants more! She wants to at least double all breeding each year until further notice."

"But she asks the impossible!"

"I will find a way to motivate them! And I'm hungry too! Let's get to work!"

The long carpet lead to a pair of tall doors. When they all walked through them they arrived at a huge cave. This was at the centre of the hill and a well kept secret in the region. The whole cave was filled by rows of cages. Each cage contained a red fox.

Tending to the foxes were dozens of bipedal rats pushing on carts with food and carts with fox dung. Alternating rows either contained only dog foxes or vixens. These were all strictly rustic foxes, standard red foxes, and purely native foxes. Breeding natural looking foxes meant a good percentage of them were actually caught as cubs or adults in the wild, or were no more than second generation bred from wild foxes.

Snarling and barking the animals certainly did not enjoy their stay in their confinement. As the sow made her along the rows inspecting them she would teasingly run her fingers close to the cages, just out of touching range. This act provoked more than one fox to try to bite her only to result in broken teeth as they hit the hard cage wire.

Hardly any of the coats were in prime condition as their pelt on this occasion was not the prime reason for their captivity. The animals were here to be breed to the max while retaining an as natural look as possible.

At the back rows, relative from where they came in, sat a special row made of artificial dens. These were cages that were made a little more spacious than the rest and contained the vixens which reproduced this year, along with their cubs who were near adulthood by now so even with the additional space conditions were cramped.

Each cage contained equally aggressive and bitey foxes as the regular rows. Here however the sow refrained from teasing the fox cubs fearing they might bite one another accidentally and they would be needed to exponentiate the production.

Most of the vixens had four, five or six cubs along with them. Most of them, but not all of them. One vixen only had one cub and neither showed the same amount of aggression the rest in the cave showed. When the sow touched the wire of their cage neither the adult or the cub cared.

"Well, this won't do, my friends! This won't do at all! Only one cub? And no spirit whatsoever?"

Both the bear and frog shivered as the sow licked her lips and saliva started running along her chin.

"If we want to make money we will need to make the princess happy. So we can't have any slackers! Weed them out whenever you find them, my friends! You know what to do."

A couple of hours passed as the pig relaxed on her throne at the upper levels of the mansion. This was not her mansion, but rather the frog's mansion. However by charm, manipulation and an incomprehensible attraction from the frog's part she was unquestionably in control.

Rats ran all over the place cleaning up the space around the throne room as the sow just had a mud bath and left hoof prints all over the room. Some of the rats tended and brushed her long blond hair frantically trying to remove all traces of mud.

All who were in her reach tried to keep a straight face while those sat behind visibly showed their disgust and convulsed at the constant stream of gas coming out of the pig. One of the groomers actually lost conscious for a moment fell over into her view. The sow looked down in disdain and grabbed the rat as he recovered slowly.

"Feeling tired, are we? I suppose I can help you lazy rat with that!"

As the pig's mouth opened wide the poor rat shrieked out loud. The sow threw him into her mouth and ended his screams by swallowing him whole. A muffled cry could be heard as a bulge travelled from her chin into her chest, then silence fell inside the throne room as the other rats tried their best to appear attentive and active.

"This made me hungry. Where's my dinner hanging out?"

Next to her thrown the sow found her golden bell large enough to contain her pig wrinkled snout. She shook it continuously until the frog appeared. As soon as he arrived at her feet she slammed it down trapping one of the witless rats inside.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Darling, I'm starving! I want my dinner. Bring me my food! Please, darling."

"Yes, dear."

The frog sighed as he waddled off to fetch her food.

Within the hour the throne room bustled even more with activity. A large kettle filled with water was placed on a fire to heat up. A large wheeled counter was stationed at the centre of the room. Rats were hauling in ingredients and cooking tools.

Soon both the frog and the bear walked into the room pushing a large trolley with a platter on top. The platter contained the vixen picked out by the sow earlier for her lack of fertility and aggression.

The animal was bound: front paws were behind her back forcibly dislodging her shoulders and her back paws were bound together straight back crossed to be connected with the front paws through a short tight bind at the ankles. Her snout was gagged with a piece of rubber pipe, seemingly a Kong toy modified and shaped for malicious intent, and stretched it open painfully. Another wire looped around the upper jaws and connected to the lock of the front paws forcing the vixen to keep her head tilted up. She breathed heavily in discomfort.

"Put up a show, boys! And get me my toy!"

The teddy who only wore a tie and a hat started rubbing his cock while the frog sorted out the knives and brought forth a butcher's axe. Without hesitation the axe came down at the back end of the vixen instantly severing her bushy tail from her body. Hardly did the vixen get the time to yelp as the bear inserted his hardening cock through the corrupted Kong toy, which soon acted as a cock ring on the growing penis, and started the invasion of her throat.

"As you wished, my dear."

Carrying the bleeding fox tail over the frog kept his breath in as the sow lifted her legs in the air, shifted her body her body and exposed her butt hole. Even though this whole ordeal was gruesome, the one significant silver lining was the prospect of temporarily blocking the pig's gas emissions. The sphincter opened up exposing everything inside to the frog's eyes shamelessly before the fox tail was shoved in partially starting at the cut. Now it almost as if the sow had a fox tail too.

"Exquisite, darling! It feels so soft, warm and comfy!"

A pig paw ran along the sow's lady parts as she enjoyed her "appetizer" which ever so slowly sank deeper into her body. The animal it originally belonged to was still alive, which pleasured the sow's mind to a good degree.

First the frog seared the wound with a heated knife, then he began shaving the vixen with an electric raiser. Meanwhile at the front the bear pushed his cock around the animal's throat causing her to gag and choke as the bear alternated between the gullet and the wind pipe. The shape of his cock was visible regularly through the skin of her throat. For sure though the bear was sure not to have her die as that would be too soon for his pay masters.

Fur was accumulating at the counter prompting the rats to rush in and carry fallen patches off as quickly as possible. Eventually the legs, the back and belly all got trimmed as tight as possible, but naturally not all fur could be remove and certainly not with the rape of her throat. And just in time the bear pumped his seed down the gullet allowing the frog to start on the throat, chin and neck.

"Yes! Yes, my darling! Feed her!"

The sow was all wet around her fat cunt while over half the fox tail had vanished inside her butt. She bit her lower lip as the bear finished his show. She noticed the slight rise at the vixen's stomach which was now filled with bear sauce. The servant extracted his organ from the fox' mouth taking with him the rubber toy. This gag was swiftly replaced by a wide but narrow metal ring keeping her k9's far apart.

The frog was finishing the trim of the head and turned his attention to the kettle nearby. Vapour arose from sides of its lid. The rats handed the bear a large hook mounted on a long stick. With this tool the bear lifted up and removed the heavy lid from the kettle revealing the bubbling water within. Both the bear and the frog looked at the pig, who nodded and by this move prompted her servants to their next action.

With the hook the bear latched onto the metal ring gagging the vixen while the frog grabbed her back legs. Together they dragged the animal towards the kettle, and subsequently and unceremoniously dumped her into the boiling water. A loud shriek was heard, promptly muffled when the bear pushed the hook underwater.

The vixen was in the water no more than seconds before being dragged out, but it was enough to injure to cause major damage. The animal was hardly recognisable as a fox with her eyes turned to glass and her skin now bleached and steaming. Yet she was still breathing.

Swiftly the bear brought her back to the counter and unhooked her. As soon as the vixen was back the frog began scraping her skin with a special knife removing all remaining fur thoroughly.

Behind the males the kettle was replaced by a grill set which was promptly set to work and heat up. All sides of the fox had been cleared of fur and an occasional strip of skin. All of the animal's skin was now essentially dead and she couldn't feel any of the seasoning that was poured onto her.

Salt and pepper and curry powder as well as a hot smoky barbecue sauce were sprinkled all over the fox' body. Butter was coated onto her body from the tip of her nose to the wound of her severed tail, outside and inside her butt and vagina and even in between her toes. Small toes of garlic were wedged in between her own toes.

Finally the peppers were added. These were hot red peppers, whole and untampered. The first replaced the ring gag within her jaws, stretching them apart even wider to the level they were dislodged. The fox nearly choked on the object, but before this move had fatal consequences the frog punctured the pepper through its length with a rod, allowing the vixen to breath again.

Three more peppers were to be added: one went up her anus invading her guts deeply, another was pushed through her cervix while a smaller third pepper penetrated the urinal tracts. Especially the last one was torturous but at this point the fox was unable to even react to the pain.

Calmly the sow observed the preparation of her dinner. Her thick fingers sank deep into her sow parts with only the tip of the fox' bushy tail remained visible at her anus. How exactly she managed to slurp the tail through her butt like a noodle was anyone's guess, but no one questioned it either. Especially the rats prayed she would not repeat this trick too often in the near future.

The mobile grill was now fully heated. This machine was modified for its prey. Within the grill there were special holes for the fox' legs which the frog had cut loose. As they went through they started to smoke and cook being up close to the flames. The lid also had a part cut out at the side permitting the vixen's head to stick out, as they wished the prey not to suffocate.

The bear brought a log of smouldering scented wood up to the fox' head to cook its skin and meat. Only briefly did he bring up the wood each time, prolonging her life. Frequently the bear opened the lid and turned the grill and fox around so her back and belly would be enjoy equal heat and to prevent the paws from being overly charred.

Meanwhile at the counter the rats had wheeled in a huge and especially lengthy bread roll. It was the frog's task to cut its length, butter it up and dress it up with onion, salad tomatoes and cleaned but whole carrots.

The whole room's atmosphere had literally transformed from rotten cabbage to one consisting of barbecue sauce, cooking meat and a faint of garlic. The vixen was cooking up nicely and yet the bear made sure she did not perish. Her gag was cooked along with the flesh of her head and leaked its juices onto her tongue marinating and burning it.

The whole grilling process did not take more than a quarter of a hour, as the tormentors did not want to the prey to perish before presentation. Two sets of tonsils, each handled by one of the guys, brought the mutilated vixen onto the dressed up bread roll. Stretched out on her length, with her front legs to her side her nose fit just within one edge while her stretched feet reached the other edge to be only revealed slightly.

Her skin was golden brown and she looked peaceful for a moment. A shallow breath was visible as her coffin of bread was closed down on her. The whole snack was too big even for the pig to handle and so the frog and bear had to carry it over to the throne and hold one end as the sow took hold of the other end.

"Mmmm! You've outdone yourselves, boys! This smells delicious!"

Her drooling mouth opened and closed down on the bread. She bit down and her teeth ran through the bones as if through butter. With little effort the sow bit off her first bite and started chewing it up. A back paw stuck out from her lips, still smoking from its time on the grill, and slowly disappeared inside the pig's mouth. Several moments later a series of gulps were audible in the room and the first mouthful of fox was down in her belly.

Steadily the pig travelled her mouth along her meal. The frog and bear had to help her eat moving ever closer to her hungry mouth. A river of crimson juice ran down her chest and when the boys made contact with her body they could not avoid the mess.

None of the bites seemed to register any resistance. Bones were snapping constantly and occasionally a little strand would snap and get slurped into the mouth. And even when the last part was dropped inside the pig handled it without trouble.

"Wonderful! Now, be a dear and bring me something to drink. And prepare my bed!"

A long night passed as the pig digested her meal. By the time shortly before breakfast though the job was done. Slowly she got up and sat for a moment at the edge of her bed. Her gaze turned toward the wall at a large wooden chair. She grinned and got up before approaching the chair.

At the centre of the chair's seat there was a small handle protruding. The sow's thick fingers grabbed this handle, the she twisted and turned it before lifting up a lid which the handle was part of. The sow looked down into a ceramic pot which hung from the chair below the location of the handle.

"Good morning, my dear!"

At the bottom of the ceramic pot a young male fox was bound. He was bound in a similar fashion to the vixen earlier: his front paws behind his back and his back paws bound together and crossed. His mouth was gagged by a short piece of metal pipe secured by tape, stretching his jaws wide open. The pot was rather cramped though and the unfortunate animal was forcibly curled up in a tight foxy donut. Tape also forced his eyes wide open.

With a chuckle the sow turned around and came to rest in her chair, on top of her chamber pot. And although her butt was gigantic she did allow some light to seep through allowing the poor fox to see his doom.

A burst of poisonous gas was released first smelling of decay and rotten garlic, gassing the tod briefly. Then came a stream of pig piss soaking his fur and slowly filling his space. Because of his gagged mouth he was unable to escape its foul taste. His eyes were also splashed and the acidic mixture painfully bit him there.

Eventually the flow stopped, but this was only a mild tease compared to what else the pig was about to offer him. Her anus opened and the fox was forced to see the content crawl towards the edge, venture out and down and eventually drop right on top of him.

Fur, cracked bone fragments, fragmented teeth and rotten fox flesh, along with various other kinds of meat, did the sow's poop consist of. The first logs were solid and slammed down heavily on his body and his snout. Then came a more loose load raining down and filling up his space, running through the logs already laying on top of him and making contact with his mouth.

Soon the fox started to realise what was going on: he was being buried alive and the pipe prevented him from at least try to ingest anything effectively. The brown shower was endless, consisting of certainly more than one poor prey. It started to fill the ceramic pot and when the fox was hidden, bubbles started to pop slowly from within the stool.

"There you go!"

With little effort the sow managed to fill up the entire pot to the rim. Happily she shook her butt above the chair as the servant rats cleaned her up. One unfortunate rat joined the fox inside as he lost his balance and the sow swiftly closed the lid. Without a care she put on her fur coat, ready to face another day.

The End!