Breeding Livestock and the Kingdom's First Princess Gloria

Crunch!! Crunch!! The moment the stallion's cock thrusts inside, something shatters with a sickening crack.

"Gaaah!! Ohhh. Ooooh!!!"

No room for any kind of moan here. I'd seen this in AVs before, and it never looked like this. The impact defies imagination—I stare down at my bulging belly, snot and tears streaming from my face. It's swollen out like a mortar pestle just pounded my insides flat.

"W-wait, gaaaaahhh???!!"

The stallion heaves ragged breaths and starts pistoning wildly. Pumped full of aphrodisiacs, it seems blind to everything. Losing all reason, it hammers my pussy and womb with the brute force of its muscled body. This is sex with a literal horse—raw violence and bloodshed in every thrust.

Smack! Smack! With each piston comes the snap of tearing flesh and shattering bone. Vaginal muscles rip, my womb and guts get shoved aside, cracking ribs and diaphragm in the process. My urethra, crushed to pulp, sprays piss like a burst dam.

"H-heek! Guh! Grooooh!!"

I squeal like a pig getting its throat slit, enduring the horse cock. A metallic tang floods my mouth—lungs punctured, blood rising. Agony that should kill me, but death isn't on my mind. I've survived goblins' insane gang tortures. And the maids nearby keep me topped up with healing magic and potions.

"Grooh! Ugrooh?! Oooh!! Oooohhh!!!♥"

Dozens of slams in a single minute. Normally that's premature ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ejaculation territory, but this beast shows no signs. Stop, stop♥ Stop♥ Stoooop♥ Can't breathe. Lungs, body, guts—shredded and regenerating in endless cycles. Womb crushed and reformed, vaginal walls torn to shreds and rebuilt. No time to adapt to the pain. This apocalyptic fuck drives death-rattles from my throat, and suddenly the horse shudders to a halt, quivering.

Aaah♥ It's cumming♥ Like a dam bursting, semen floods in. It fills my womb to the brim, overflows, bloats my belly till it feels ready to rupture. The pressure is insane—excess cum gushes from my pussy lips in torrents. Not like a pig's long, drawn-out load—this is a volcano erupting. I feel utterly conquered, right down to my ovaries. Dense jizz surges to the ends of my guts; my belly churns like a semen balloon.

"Pruuung! Pruuuurrrr!!"

The horse snorts fiercely, and a watching maid injects more aphrodisiac, announcing, "Re-injection of aphrodisiac. Remating, pregnancy confirmation, then milking to commence."

"W-wait....♥ Uooooohhh!!!!"

"Oh?♥ What's this? A blissed-out sow?"

The kingdom's first princess, Gloria. Right after the tyrannical queen vanished for some reason, Gloria had seized the regency with eager support and power from all sides. She covers her mouth with a hand, gazing at the livestock before her.

Its limbs are folded pig-style for crawling, permanently sealed with hellsteel so they can never extend again. The sealed stumps sport prosthetic legs mimicking a rock-hooved draft horse. Southern foundry work at its finest. Or rather, the duke's peculiar tastes. His obsession with binding, restraining, possessing—it's all there. That's why Princess Gloria visited the duke: to secure technical and manpower aid for her own foundries.

In exchange, the duke demanded young, capable women. Gloria supplied over twenty—ones who could "disappear" without issue, snatched via kidnapping, false charges, or prison grabs. She'd just wrapped the deal and was heading out when the duke suggested a detour to the breeding pens for amusement.

And there she found this sow. Blindfolded, milk pumping from her tits. A masterful blend of magic and engineering—an endless-restart milking machine. Truly splendid♥

The duke's maid begins her explanation. "This sow before you is a rare breed capable of interspecies breeding. She was sentenced to the pig pens, and if she still wouldn't break, 'stuffing' was next. But now she's for entertainment."

"Stuffing? Such a waste. Entertainment, you say?"

"Yes. Her offspring are a gourmet delicacy, and her milk yield is immense—perfect for all sorts of play."

"Play? Like a human fountain?"

"Precisely. Human milk fountain, or feeding fresh offspring back to the mother. Racing them like horses, making them run over sizzling griddles. They're so sturdy, they rarely die."

Gloria eyes the sow anew. Blindfold hides the eyes, but the body screams perfection. Abs still firm after countless pregnancies, skin taut and healthy. Hair long and greasy yet retaining beauty, tits curving flawlessly from neck and collarbone.

"...Enviable."

Gloria mutters it too soft for the maid to catch. Gloria is beautiful. Stunning golden hair shining, flawless skin, huge ass and breasts. Hair braided like wheat sheaves, hanging down; features like a sculpture. At twenty, she's the kingdom's top beauty. Looks, talent, figure, command, connections—all supreme. She can claim to be the finest woman alive.

But even she couldn't maintain peak allure in that situation. Her perfection is innate, yes—but forged through relentless care and effort. Even so, she'd still be pretty. Just not "kingdom's finest."

Humans age. Wither. Gloria despises that.

"Any training log?"

The maid fetches it. Gloria pores over every line.

'Brought in six months ago. Name... ah, here. Alisa. Alisa. Name and ego to be fully erased... Oh, thrilling♪'

Gloria skims ahead.

Gloria snaps it shut, eyes closing. She needs to calm her excitement.

Moments later: "This report... mind if I take it? I'll send a copy later."

"...Pardon? Ah, yes. Of course."

"And ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you—step out a moment?"

The maid bows and leaves the pens. Gloria glances at her exclusive knight standing behind: Samiel.

"Anyone eavesdropping?"

"None."

Gloria's top knight and kingdom's greatest thief, Samiel. Once a nominal adventurer, now sworn to her after some offer. Gloria approaches the sow, removes the blindfold, stops the milker, and speaks.

"Hello there."

"Oink! Oink♥"

The goddess-like beauty squeals like a pig. Gloria smiles warmly. "You can speak human. I'm Gloria Lun Alijarad, first princess. Here with questions♪"

The sow lifts her head slowly. "Oink♥ Hiiing♥ .......Pardon? The princess?"

From piggish wails to startled clarity. Intelligence shines through, despite six months of inhuman exploitation. She functions as a woman still. Gloria beams brighter. "Yes. Curious about you. How's it feel right now?"

The sow meets her eyes, reading intent. "..... ♬"

Gloria just smiles radiantly. Come on, answer♪

The sow rolls her eyes thoughtfully. Gloria waits eagerly. At last:

".............It's...........fine."

"Pardon?"

"The absolute best. Though lately... it's felt a bit lacking in stimulation......"

"........?"

Alisa's face is dead serious. No—a hint of regret, laced with innate sensuality. Gloria, adept at reading people, knows: pure truth from her core. Amid this treatment, she genuinely finds it insufficient. A touch boring.

"...Pffft."

Gloria clamps her mouth, body shaking. "Pfft! Ahahahahaha!! Ahahahahat!! Lacking? A bit lacking?! Pfft! Ahahaha! Ahahahahat!!"

She doubles over, laughing till she might float away. The sow tilts her head at the near-mad cackles.

"Ahahahaha!! Hopeless maso sow! No, beyond that! Ahaha! Ahahat!!"

Samiel speaks from behind at Gloria's manic grin. "Princess. Voice too loud."

"Is it? Sorry! Pfft, ahahaha!"

Samiel sighs deeply, her ample chest heaving then settling. Gloria ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reins in her laughter, eyeing the sow.

"Sorry. Lost composure. Though do I need dignity before a sow? Ahahaha!"

The sow shows no reaction to the laughter. Mild curiosity, but not about Gloria—more like pondering her future handling.

"You made me laugh like a fool despite being livestock. As thanks, I could free you. Thoughts?"

"...I'd appreciate it, but... what do you want from me?"

Gloria marvels again at the rational response. Basic nobility—or humanity. After six months as livestock?

Gloria grins. "Yes. You hate hassle, so straight to it: A succubus mage tower unearthed in a desert border city. Full of lewd artifacts—one petrifies but preserves mind and senses for eternal hell♪ Sound fun? What horrors in pleasure await."

Gloria gushes, flushed with excitement. No need to hide before this sow.

"Promise to fetch the others too, and I'll pay top value."

"Don't need money."

"Who said money? Info's currency too. Say... the path to succubi's home, Hell♪"

"...Hell?"

Hell—succubi's lair. Worst place a living human, especially ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠woman, could go. Better a hundred deaths. Soul-defiling nightmare.

Alisa's eyes sparkle. As expected, this beauty's a hopeless subhuman cumdump like Gloria. And just the aid for Gloria's own peak—and nadir—finale.