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"Boared"

The sun tore through the window of the inn, waking Suel sharply from his sleep. He hissed a bit and turned onto his side to face away from it as he curled the pillow over his head in hopes of blocking it out. Surprisingly he received a wet bump against his nose and he opened his eyes to stare at Erman the boar's gray and white tusks as they poked at him. He let out a long snort and shrill squeak as he nudged the wolvar again, nearly making him back off his bed roll and onto the bare floor of the room he'd rented.

"Oh... right." He said with a long sigh.

Sitting up, he yawned and looked around the room. It was literally a sty, the innkeeper did not allow animals in his establishment and forced Suel and his party of four boars to sleep outside for the night. He was still feeling a chill but he managed to comfort it by draping a blanket over his shoulders as he yawned. Three days, he had to remain at this inn for three days before moving on to old man Masters' house to take his prize boars home. He didn't really understand why he had to watch them, why they couldn't just stay at home with the rest of the livestock? One of the boars gave Suel a sharp poke in his lower back, trying to bully him out of his bed. "Ahh! Alright, alright." He said with a yawn. "I'm up."

Suel had forgotten that these boars were also quite domesticated and preferred to use the outdoors for their bathroom, while it was a relief, it was also a bit of a burden since they were quite pushy and insisted on being let out at all hours. He pulled his loincloth from the corner and put it on, the sides were tattered from one of the beasts playing with it the night before and sighed as he saw that holes had actually been eaten into it too, giving everyone a prime window view of his cock as it swung around underneath. Yawning, he pushed the door open and let the cool morning air rush in as the four pigs rushed from the room out into a small pen enclosure. Suel stepped out and hopped over the trough so he wouldn't get trampled by the pigs now enjoying a quick romp. He sat down and watched them, feeling the sunlight baking into his brown fur like he was on fire.

"Excuse me, what is it you're doing?"

Suel looked to see an old man in a cloak approaching him. He looked behind him for a moment before realizing that he was the one being talked to. Obviously, he pointed at himself to ask "Me?"

"Those are wild boars, I will not have them anywhere near me."

"They're boars, but they're domesticated to the ranch on the other side of the hill." Suel said.

"And what would a Wolvar know about domesticating anything?" He asked, using a cane to prod at the warrior's cloth.

"Hey!" He objected and smacked it away. "We know plenty about domesticating animals. But these aren't mine, they belong to a friend of mine who asked I look after them for a couple of days."

"Why?"

Suel's eyes narrowed in frustration. "I don't have to explain myself to you, old man. Just leave me and my boars alone."

The old man gave a half snort and started walking away. "You mark my words, no matter how much you think you've "domesticated" these animals, they have you fooled. Someday they will trample over you and mark you as their own property."

Oh how he wished. Suel sighed as the man walked away and he turned to watch the boars root along their trough and eat the food provided to them. He'd always had a bit of a soft spot for the boar. Their high backs, their sharp tusks and teeth, when they demanded something, they fought for it tooth and nail. Suel had always fantasized sexual encounters with them, the very idea of them taking him one after the other made his cock twitch under his cloth. He cleared his throat and sat down again next to the pen and watched them. He sighed and enjoyed the consistent sight of the boars' full balls when he looked up to see someone signalling him from the door of the main inn. He got up and walked over toward it, leaving the sounds of the squealing and grunting boar behind him.

Alexander was the innkeeper's name, Suel thought. He wasn't very familiar with human names, so they were hard to remember a lot of the time. He had a dark green lumberjack shirt and brown leather trousers on, a white apron was stretched across his bulbous belly and he had a handlebar mustache to top it off with a bald head. His thick neck stretched as the wolvar approached which made him a little uneasy. "Just keep your pigs in their pen." He said gruffly. "Breakfast is up in the main hall, three gold and you can have as much as you want."

Suel was quite hungry, he hadn't eaten in almost two days and he was glad to get some regular food instead of digging into the swine slop, though three gold for a blanket of food seemed like a lot, he hadn't really indulged in the delicacies at this particular place before. Huge raptor egg omelettes, thick cuts of steak, gallons of milk at his disposal. Considering his current job though, he resisted the temptation to partake in the slab-like strips of bacon also being offered. The sun had risen quite a bit in the near-hour that he had been taken by breakfast and he was still picking his fangs clean when he returned to the pen. He gasped, noticing that nothing was moving about as he approached it and ran to see that the pen was empty; all four boars had gone.

He checked inside the hut, but the boars hadn't been let back inside. He checked the fence at all angles and found it perfectly sound and in tact. It was then he had noticed though, there were several smeared and trampled footsteps in the pen. Large shoes had stalked through the pigs' area and they hadn't come back through to stand on them which meant that someone had come and stolen his stock away. Suel clenched his fists, he was furious at the idea that he had been robbed, and immediately his mind settled on the old man from earlier; had the man come back and robbed him? No, it couldn't have been, he was at least seventy years old, he walked around with a cane and didn't look like he weighed more than eighty pounds himself. There was no way he could have quickly grabbed four bull sized hogs that quickly.

Running back toward the inn, he stormed into the kitchen where Alexander was preparing another meal for the lunch hour. "Sir! Please you must help me. My boars have been stolen."

The human raised his eyebrows. "And this concerns me... how?"

Suel scoffed. "Because it's your inn, you have a responsibility to your guests don't you?"

"All personal property and in this case... the live stock of our guests are their own responsibility."

"Tha-that's ridiculous! You really don't care that these are farmer Masters' prized boars? If he loses them--"

"It's no skin off my back." Alexander said. "He's never really cared for my inn, so it's kind of a mutual hatred anyway. I wish you the best of luck though."

"Well. In case you see them the largest boar Erman wears a red collar. The others aren't collared so you can't really tell them apart, but if you see one with a red collar..."

"Herman. Right, gotcha."

"It's Erman" He clarified.

"Right..."

Suel returned to the sty angry. What was he going to say to Masters? That he'd lost his prized boars? What on Azeroth would convince him to cut the wolvar any slack. He hissed in anger and kicked the board at the bottom of the pen and let out a cry that echoed for some distance around. As he hopped around on one foot rubbing his other one a strange smell caught his attention and he froze, sniffing the air. He quickly realized that he was picking up the scent of humans who had been there before. Of COURSE! He had a strong sense of smell, he could easily track the culprits, he'd completely forgotten that he was not quite human. With his nose, the boars would be as good as found.

He crouched in the enclosure and sniffed, closing his eyes he could envision the ones responsible for this mess. One smelled human, doused in a strange smelling cologne that was clearly masking his natural scent while a second scent stank heavily of potent ale having gone a bit overboard in drinking it. A Dwarf, most likely was the other culprit. Masters had a rivalry going on with Farmer Duncan who owned the ranch about two miles away. The two of them were always getting into arguments over each other's livestock, but he hadn't imagined they'd take it to boar-napping. Before he knew it, Suel was jogging up the road toward the hill that led down toward the farm hidden mostly under a vast canopy of pine and willow trees.

Reaching the mailbox at the end of the driveway, the wolvar looked down the road, watching intently for the farmer to leave his house. His eyes scanned along the landscape, between the house to the chicken coops, to the barn at the other end. If the boars were anywhere around here, that would be where he'd be keeping them.

As he approached the farm house, he ducked quickly to avoid being seen by figures moving about inside. Raising his ears, he could hear the men inside speaking.

"Masters is going to have a conniption fit with that wolvar once he finds his pigs missing."

"Do'n ya think he's gonna suspect you had somethin' ta do with it?" Another voice asked. "I mean, they ain't exactly the kind of animals that someone just has runnin' around."

"Oh don't worry about that, after breakfast tomorrow no one'll even know they were here."

Suel let a hiss of anger slip through his teeth. He really planned on carving up these boars to eat them? Oh he'd have to put a stop to that. He quickly crouched past the window and continued down the path toward the barn. His ears picked up and he could hear the sounds of boars and other animals in the barn as he crept up to it and slipped inside. Erman quickly rushed over to greet the wolvar as he entered the tall building and he was nearly flattened to the floor.

"Hey! Hey, whoa boy! Not now!"

Suel whispered sharply, but the boar didn't seem to really care about his objections, the beast's swirly, corkscrew-shaped cock had already started to emerge from his shaft which slid along the warrior's furry thigh, a copious amount of wetness began to trail down his leg as the beast practically humped at his leg, pushing him harder against the ground. "Oh, by the fur." He groaned as he sensed Erman's eagerness. It'd only been a day or two since their last romp together and already he was begging after him like a child in need of a bottle of milk. Suel wrapped his fingers firmly around the cock and he felt the boar jerk in response as he immediately tried to wrap his appendages around the wolvar's leg to take more.

Suel rolled over onto his stomach now. He knew that it would take time and he would probably be caught, but this would be faster than trying to get a group of horny, out of control pigs from the farm without a ruckus. He pulled back the flap of his loincloth and allowed Erman to sniff and lick at his crotch. Suel's thighs flexed and he rolled partly from one side to the other. The boar's tongue rather efficiently soaking the fur between his legs as he rocked his hips, allowing Erman to take the initiative and shovel his tongue in deeper. "Oh... yes..." He moaned softly as he felt the tongue invading his ass, pushing in almost innocently as any animal would. He grunted, becoming heavily aroused, his tip began to slowly start leaking. Drops of white beginning to penetrate the dust of the stall he was in. This drew in the other three boars who, in no more or less than a dire instinctual need, began to futz and argue amongst themselves who would be cleaning after him. One of them; a beast and second largest named Stahl was the first to wrap his tongue around the wolvar's thick shaft, engulfing it to Suel's surprise. He squealed in delight as his mouth clamped around it and the faintest feeling of his sharp teeth trailed along his flesh as he tugged almost too eagerly at him. The others, with nowhere else to go simply communed on either side of him and each tried to mount his side by hopping up on his upper half and the lower half of his back. Their corkscrew cocks rubbing against his fur as they did so. Soon, Erman followed suit and began to climb up and press his cock against the wolvar's hole, his forehooves curling rather awkwardly around Suel's hips as he tried desperately to find the mark. His cock poked hard against the wolvar's thick balls, then it twitched and tried to climb higher, almost on its own. He gasped as it pressed against his hole, covering the rim with its dripping fluids.

"Nngh... go on... do it." He commanded in a whisper to the boar, who seemed to take it as a command as he suddenly pushed himself hard and fast into Suel's ass. "AHH!" He cried out, then muted himself to keep the farmers from realizing he was there. He huffed as the boar shoved into him again, making his ass bounce up high and come back down into the other one underneath him drinking from his cock. "Oh, yes! Erman... do it!" He panted loudly, letting the beast have his way with him, almost rather violently slamming him forward against the ground as he mounted the wolvar. He hissed and grunted, feeling the rutting going on as his body continually ran along the warm cocks of the other pigs to his side. He grunted, feeling his back compress hard, making his knees come off the ground inches at a time with each thrust. He positioned Stahl under him so he could suckle his cock as well, grunting as he felt his own twinge for release in the boar's muzzle.

Suddenly both of the boars whose shafts had been rubbing on the wolvar's back erupted at once. The simultaneous wild scream from the both of them filled the barn as heavy, thick wet ropes of cum shot across Suel's back, soaking his fur in their wet thick seed. It was more than he remembered. The orgams continued as they coated his back from his neck to his ass in thick, heavy layers.

Suddenly another simultaneous explosion, Stahl came so explosively in Suel's mouth that he couldn't hold back the seed in his mouth or in his cock anymore. He let out a gargling cry and suddenly returned the favor to the pig, who drank the liquid up readily. Finally Erman let out a loud snort and cry, filling the barn again with his impassioned squeal. He came hard and fast, his cum slopping loudly against Suel's hole as he shot and shot, and shot even heavier amounts of cum than the others combined. Holding his ass tight against his boar's shaking, twitching cock, Suel groaned and squeezed his backside, trying to squeeze every drop of cum from the pig's well spent cock. To his surprise, it kept on going on both ends he struggled to catch his breath, his shoulders and hips were also draining copious amounts of cum down each side as his ass began to spring a leak. He shivered in delight. He felt the boar in his ass pull back some, and could feel something twine around his insides, keeping them together for just a few moments longer as Erman continued to flood his insides.

Finally his mouth lifted from the shaft cumming into his muzzle and he was able to pull away from Erman, causing a thick hard splash of cum to come down like a waterfall between his legs. Stahl let out a screech of surprise as he flailed and tried to get out from under the shower while Erman's cock shot another round against the wolvar's hole, making him moan as they were finally released from this tight ball of passion.

"I'm... de-definitely going to need a bath after this." He said, his face, and almost every inch of his fur dripped cum down to the floor under him while the boars stepped away and went back to their own business.

Finally, having sated the four beasts' lusting rutting behavior, Suel was able to manage getting the four of them out of the barn well before sunset. Leading them back to the inn where he was staying, Suel led them inside and closed the door so no further interruptions would interfere with the next couple of days they had together.

THE END