Prize Boar
Story for November with artwork done by Dog Bone Artworks!
"Nnnf..." Ember groaned and tipped his ears back flat down against his head as he stirred, his heart beat in his throat as he tried to get himself up, his world dark edged and blurred strangely. He couldn't recall what exactly he had been doing, why he had been doing it...
"Easy.. easy..." A warm voice rumbled somewhere in the back drop, a familiar voice, but it wasn't aimed at him at all.
"Ed?" Ember managed to slur his employers name out slowly, his mind wrapped in cotton as he started to push himself up. The movement was a mistake, there was a sudden roil and rock that drew binding straps right down over his stomach.
That was enough to make his... gods no, her eyes open up and stare down the length of her body bound to a rounded barrel. Two soft white breasts perked up from the apex of her chest, tipped up and plump looking with pink stiff nipples jutting up from the tips. Her blue and white scarf was drawn taut over her belly, pulled down so tight it was almost uncomfortable. Memories came back to her, embarrassing and humiliating memories of an evening that her boss had taken her off the farm for the promise of drinks and relaxation, she had decided to go with him, hoping that it would ease the aches from a long day of work on the farm, hauling hay and straw, any number of heavy duties. It hadn't been just a drink, it had been enough to get her drunk before she was brought home and she recalled the syringe and the first roil of the change.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" The words were still thick, but she got the volume out, the female sounding voice bursting free as she lunged forward and tried to find purchase to stand up.
She could remember her body changing, the humiliation of it made her ears burn as she had recalled the lean collie watching him with a source of amusement and something of lust tinging in his eyes. She had halfway imagined that he would have his way with her, but was relieved that it had never happened. The mixture of drug and drink must have sent her to sleep eventually, though she couldn't truly recall what had happened or how she had fallen unconscious. She writhed and twisted, balling her fists up as she tried to get up, but there was no hope for getting up. She was laying back on something that felt as if she were resting over something that was barrel shaped, curling along her spine so that her belly and loins were raised higher on the air and her head and legs were turned downwards towards the ground. The more she moved, the more awake she felt, the less the world was fuzzy around the edges and she could concentrate.
She was outside, she knew where, it was a small corral that was right outside of the main barn, too small for any real use save for when the collie was fixing up to have one of the females bred. It was complete with several poles that could be used to tie off a mare or cow that was being troublesome, doors and gates that could be opened and latched to allow for males to be contained while the females were being put into position or teased to see if they were really in season or not. She knew it well, she had had a cow in here just the other day, but now she was staring at the edge of the fence and struggling as she felt restraints on her legs and arms, her body irrevocably bound in place and latched down with straps that she couldn't wriggle herself out of. Her breathing came out in short bursts from parted lips, eyes widening a little bit as she twisted her head around to see the sleek tricolored collie watching her from the furthest side of the corral.
He was dressed as he always was, a loose work shirt buttoned up to his neck, tight jeans that were split along the rump to let his long tail to spill free, groomed, but still looking as if he had put in a hard days work. The warm brown eyes were watching her with interest, not amusement, but intense examination as if he were weighing what changes her body had come through. It was disturbingly clinical, something that made her ball up her fists and tip her ears back, her lips curling back with a high pitched snarl that made him bark out a laugh and move between the thick planks of the fence.
"I have to admit, I had worried you would be out more often, I've never tried this with an anthro." Ed murmured softly and flicked his eyes over her, she would have felt better if there had been lust or appreciation there, they were clinical looking. "Still, I'm happy that I was surprised, I would have hated to be forced to wait all day or inject you with something to bring you awake."
"Why did you do this at all?" Ember managed to growl out, balling her fists up as she tried to wriggle them backwards, testing the bindings.
"Because I am curious. And because it will help my farm." The collie answered and came up to tug against her belly strap firmly, testing the scarf with his fingers running under it to make sure it was taut. "Now, truthfully I would enjoy recording your experiences from your own muzzle throughout this adventure, but I know better. And I don't want you to disrupt Sirus as he does what needs done."
"What does Sirus have to do with anything?!" Ember twisted her lip back, leaning up as far as she could, the movement let her understand better what she was on.
It was the large mounting block that she had seen in use several times with a few of the rams as well as the aforementioned Sirus. She tried to say more as the collie reached up and captured her muzzle, his fingers wrapping around the edges to force her lips closed despite her attempts to shake him free, he was well adept at handling stubborn creatures. She let out a whimpering noise low in her throat as he brought out a large leather muzzle that looked as if it had come out of some demented sex shop, forcing it over her maw and sliding it downwards with a smooth stroke that compacted her muzzle and shoved her nose out the open end, but firmly locked her maw shut. He didn't answer her question about Sirus, a boar who was large, dark and kept well apart from most of the swine herd that he cared for around here. Not because he was violent, but simply because he was valuable, too valuable to risk a sow taking aim at him in a fit of annoyance.
The collie moved down her body, his paw slid along her bare stomach in a way that sent an unwilling shudder through her and made her ears fold as tightly back as they could go. This was supposed to be her job, a farm hand, something that was simple to earn a bit of money on the side, she had taken it up in a moment, but it was being twisted into something that had her entire body stiff and tense. Her muscles bunched up as the collie pulled a bottle out of his pants, a flat wide bottle that looked more like a flask than anything. He didn't keep stroking her, the touch hadn't been personal, he took his attention to the almost flask and popped open the top neatly, sloshing out a strangely viscous liquid to spill over the lip of it and down towards her fur.
The moment the liquid spilled out she heard a loud THUD near the fence line, a rough SNRRRK and the bottle was tipped over right along her lower body. The moment it spilled out she tensed up, her breath catching in her throat as it poured along her lower thighs, cool feeling as it ran down to a place she had never had in her life. She felt the liquid running in rivulets right along the soft pink folds nestled high against her body, the outer lips sensitive feeling and making her shudder and twist, uselessly fighting the bonds as the collie poured whatever it was all over her. Her fur was growing matted with it, the droplets spilled down and ran right between the plush thick cunny lips, trailing through her so that she was squeezing her eyes shut against the sensations being called to that part of her body. This wasn't her body, this wasn't who she was, she wasn't female! She wasn't something to be treated like a toy!
Whatever she thought, Ed was the one in control, it was his paw that reached down between her thighs and smeared the liquid over her, rubbing in circles, sweeping back and forth messily so that she whined. She tried to draw away, but his fingers curled into her lips and sent a shudder through her as she felt the digits probing into her, not truly entering, but the acrid scent of the stuff was being pushed and rubbed around the velvety inner lining, smearing it back and forth, causing her to pant shallowly. Her ears burned a hot red flush, ignoring the sounds hammering against the fence, the snorts and snuffles, only feeling the way that the kneading paws rubbed around the thick outer lips of her cunt, smearing the wetness over her until she was sopping. The scent of it was thick and heavy, she didn't know what it was, but every breath was forced to draw it in with an uncomfortable rush.
"There we go, easy, easy old son.." The collie was moving away, his voice shifting towards Sirus, Sirus who Ember had only seen a handful of times up close.
He was a European breed, he looked more like a wild board than one that had been domesticated, right down to the thick black bristles along his back. He weighed nearly five hundred pounds of muscle and fat, though he would never be slaughtered for his meet. He came from the same breed that had been used to hunt truffles, a valuable line that had been imported into the states recently, and now Ember was hearing the collie croon towards the massive beast in a gentle crooning tone. The wolf jerked her head up, straining until her back was aching to watch as Ed reached the gate and there was another loud thud from the other side. The fence was rattling with the impact, the scuff of cloven hooves was heard on the air before the collie moved to one side and pulled the latch, all without even trying to grab one of the leads and harnesses typically used on boars and pigs.
"MMMF!!" Ember's eyes bulged slightly as Sirus trotted out of the fence, ignoring the ache of her shoulders as the heavy bodied beast snorted, the thick dark nose working and snuffing at the air.
Normally he was poking his nose into anything and everything, but today his small dark eyes fixated on her as he snuffed again, his large chest swelling out wide to draw in the deep breath before he trotted towards her. His hunched back swayed with heavy bristles, every inch of him deadly and dangerous if he chose to charge her. There was no hiding how deadly they were, all pigs could be terrifying if they were roused into attacking and the boar was no different, but he didn't try to attack her. Instead, he moved out of view as she was still wriggling and shoving her foot paws down into the restraints to try and scoot higher up on the barrel. The thick flat nose suddenly came in contact with her leg, moving up in a stroke that sent out a blast of hot air against her, hitting along her fur with a wet stroke. She jerked and let out a shrill sound, her foot jerking out to kick the beast, but it barely moved as he snuffed his way up higher in the air and higher on her thigh.
It was hot and wet feeling, the round edge of the tusks scrapped against her as he snuffled and huffed eagerly along her fur, sucking in large breaths before blasting it out. Her legs were forcibly bound to either side, she couldn't close them as the blunt snout lifted higher and the entire rig was jostled by his weight pushing forward. Every panting breath was a torment, hitting up along her newly made folds, dragging against them as she felt the nose jabbing this way and that, eventually lifting up to stuff itself right against her before the boar dragged in a breath. She hated it, hated the feel of heat and wetness against her, her body shuddering in place before the beast lifted up and rasped out a thick heavy feeling tongue. The nose pushed up higher as the wet appendage worked over her roughly, the tongue pushing forward without hesitation to stuff itself between her folds and made her snarl in protest. It was warm and soft, curling and rubbing, sweeping in circles this way and that, nudging forward to try and stuff itself into her virginal passage. Her toes curled down, squeezing tightly shut before trembling, it didn't feel bad, if it had felt painful or anything else she could have fought it, but it didn't.
The boar was scooping up whatever wet stuff had been poured on her, eagerly tasting the scent and exploring it before his tongue pushed forward again and began to stuff its way inside of her, rubbing through her before dragging out. Thick strands of saliva clung to her, the beast grunting out and then pushing forward again with a powerful drag upwards as the nose snuffled up the length of her stomach. She could feel the mounting barrel rock and thud with the heavy body pushing against it, the nose pushed against her, dragging along her stomach until she could see him again. The massive animalistic face rasping a tongue out, the muzzle looking wet and matted where he had been dragging it over her folds, the weight of it pressed down against her stomach. His tusks had been rounded to shorter length, but they were terrifyingly close to her as there was another thud and Ember cried out as she felt cloven hooves scraping against her hips.
The weight pushed over her as she struggled, her stomach going cold in panic as she realized that the beast had been released to do one job. What had he poured on her?? Pheromones to trick the creature? Something worse? She trembled in place, her body stuff and shuddering as his chest slid along her belly and the forelegs hooked to either side of her hips, dragging his bulk forward with the rasp of the stiff hair against her stomach. She couldn't draw her legs up, she couldn't even free her paws as a blast of hot air hit over her breasts and the beast tried to nip and grab at her, the thick jaws chewing while he stepped forward and the barrel groaned beneath both of their weight.
NO no no no... Ember's breath came out in a rush before something jabbed right up along her inner thigh. He can't do this! I'm his employee! There are-
The thought never was finished, the jabbing and poking was done without the boar moving his hips, instead the curled cock tip worked in and out of the sheath until the tip hit right against the vulnerable plush female folds. The watery spray of precum hit against her, the harsh musk scent grew in the air as Sirus grunted and shifted forward a bit further, digging the tip roughly up against her folds, prying her lips apart. She tried to writhe backwards, her hips twisted to either side to try and get herself out, but the beast hunched his back forwards and sent the spiraling cock tip into her body, wedging itself wetly into the taut inner ring until her passage felt the caress of the spire plunging into her. He hunched forward, a leap and thrust that slammed his sheath up against her, the massive balls bumped to either side of her inner thighs as the long rod began to drive itself inwards. It uncurled itself, forcing it's way deeper and deeper, curling and twisting, stretching her body open as she let out a shrill cry.
She felt it, jets and streams of precum pouring into her form the tip that began to work in and out, the hips stirring and shuddering while the boar grabbed at her neck and shoulder. Drool spilled down along her shoulders as the hips jerked and lunged, stuffing her wider and wider with the heavy shaft, making her walls caress and clamp down tightly around the length of it. She couldn't escape, she couldn't wiggle free. She tried to pull backwards only to have the beast give another rough buck to push his way in deeper, the weight of him making even her hampered struggles little more than twitches. Ember's eyes squeezed shut and she let out a high pitched whine as the tapered cock tip curled and extended into the furthest recesses of her body.
The rough outer hairs of the sheath ground itself along her soft cunny lips, the coils of his cock forced her to stretch wide around him as he drooled out thick splatters of precum. The tip hammered right up against her cervix, grinding and twisting against her hard enough her stomach cramped and squeezed, her back arching up in a short burst of movement. It hurt, a dull ache in her loins that was making her breath come out faster, the rapid pants building up, but she could handle that ache and the feel of the tip jabbing at her cervix. What she couldn't handle was the way the twisted cork-skrewed length dragged through her body, caressing and pulling, finding places that sent quivers and pleasure running through her. She tried to stop it, her mind locked on the fact that this animal was thrusting into her, the heavy hips rocking the block under her with brutal efficiency, but every time one of the ribbed arches dragged over her g-spot her body flared to life.
Her own wetness was soon coating him, messily running along the length as she whimpered out and her walls contracted down, feeling the tip jabbing harder at the spongy opening of her cervix. She knew what he was doing, she had worked here long enough to understand how pigs bred a sow, but now she felt it first hand as the narrow tip kept rubbing and working against her. She was being pried open, her body stretched to the very limits as the narrow glans caught against the sphincter of her passage and wedged forward. She bit her lip roughly, her entire body stiffening as the boar huffed out in pleasure and rammed his hips forward, the heavy balls slapping against her as his cock curled around, sliding and twisting through an opening that was never supposed to take such length. It ran in circles, the tip slowly working its way through to her vulnerable uterus before sending out a hot stream of precum directly into her newly made womb.
"RRRRRFFF!!!" She managed to cry out before another curl and twist worked through her, gliding through with a force that made her back bow up from the barrel despite the weight.
The penetration was slower than he had taken her slickened cunny, it was forceful, stretching the taut ring of flesh up along the curling cock as more and more of his dick was stuffed inside of her. Her wetness was coating him, she hated it, but her body contracted and squeezed along the animal that held her down. The hooves shifted to either side of her, scuffing and dragging himself up higher as another slow curl of his cock pierced into her cervix, thickening as it did so, making her whine out in a shallow breath of air. The ache was being pushed through the need that was horribly rising up in the lowest point of her belly, the constant strokes and rubs were building up as she balled her paws into fists, her claws digging in roughly before the next rough movement forced the twisted tip through her cervix. Sirus' body was tensing up above her, the rough snorts and grunts turning into a low groan as the tight sphincter locked around his cock tip, squeezing it.
It didn't matter that she was trying to squeeze him out, it was the grip that mattered. His cock began to swell wider, the veins standing out as it thickened along her passage, her walls running along him in a caressing stroke while she let out a muffled snarl through the muzzle. Her ears were burning, her body tensing, she wasn't going to do this, she wasn't going to cum around a boar's cock lodged into her womb, she wasn't going to be an animal. No matter what she would or would not do, Sirus gave a final jerking pushing forward that locked him in place, the tip swelling and tightening to form a thick seal inside of her as the balls began to pulse and heave up against her. The wolf's eyes snapped open wide, bulging in a panic as the first watery spray of porcine seed spilled into her womb, shooting out in a hot spray that hammered the inside of her uterus.
The hot spray came out in a pressured wash that had her writhing in place, crying out her distress as she intimately felt each pulse and twitch that sent the spill through her. It was coating her body, flooding her, she could feel the warmth pooling and not spilling out around the pig's cock as it sealed her shut. The sperm laden rush oozed out, trying to claim her body despite the fact they were the wrong species, the wrong everything. She writhed and twisted, trembling as it never stopped, he was pouring himself into her as the weight rested down along her stomach and chest, the frothing jaws lifting up and grunting out as he made no move to get off her, instead he seemed to rest all his weight down in an effort to make sure that she couldn't wiggle her way free. Not that she could, she couldn't save herself, she certainly couldn't get out from under him as he tried to breed her.
"There we go, good lad, just get adjusted to her.." Ed's voice came from behind the pig, the collie's tail wagging behind him. "Are you finding yourself comfortable Ember? Pigs are rather thin so I was hoping it wouldn't break you."
"MMF!" She snarled out, her eyes focusing on him as the big shifted, another hot watery spray jetted out, making her body clench around him.
"Mmm I would be quite pleased if this breeding takes, I have hopes that I can get you to bear his litter, but since it is the first time I suppose that hope might be rather vain." Ed sighed and reached down to rub along her ears lightly. "Just relax, it will be quite some time until he is done, after that we'll clean you up a bit."
Ember went still as he touched her, but not because of his touch, she went still as she felt the obscene amount of seed he was pumping into her body, more than she was ever made for, and it just kept coming. Laden with millions of sperm already writhing and spreading through her womb, but not hopelessly, not if her employer was to be believed. She whined out low in her throat, her ears splaying in horror as the idle comment made sense. Sirus wouldn't stop until she had nearly a cup and a half of cum glutting her womb and even then he would top it off with thick slimy gel to seal her cervix so she couldn't be rid of it. Not even a shower would dislodge a gel plug so deep inside of her, it would have to dissolve with time and by then... it might be too late.