Feeding the White Sow
Gurgle. A signal from my stomach screaming for calories, a reminder from my body that I'm starving.
Part of me wants to clutch my gut and stagger around like a zombie moaning, "Foooood...."
But if Urga noona found out I'd pulled that shit right after devouring the breakfast she prepared with such care, she'd probably pin me to the floor with a grin and say something like, "Our little guy's hungry too? Mostly in the womb, though!" before riding me like a maniac for some frenzied creampie sex.
Gurrrrgle!
While I was lost in pointless thoughts, the alarm from my navel clock blared in my ears again.
"Nghhh, ughhh...!!"
And after taking a few more steps, a voice I'd missed when I first entered drifted toward me—someone swallowing hard, their tone dripping with frustration and hunger, tickling my eardrums like a finishing blow.
"Sorry, got held up with something."
"Shut... up, slurp... haa... If you've got time to talk, shove that cock in me right now... ngh...!"
And sure enough.
At the end of the corridor, right next to the pens for candidate sows and those not yet in heat, silver-haired Holy Knight Christia was huddled in her stall, clutching her famished belly as she glared at me.
"Just ten? Twenty minutes late? Is that any reason to stare daggers like you're about to drop dead?"
"Haa... I have no reason to explain myself to a bastard like you, no reason at aaaall...!!"
Even as she spat those words, she couldn't tear her eyes from my shriveled-up cock. I wanted to mock her for it, but no excuse would change the fact that I'd delayed feeding my livestock.
I gave Christia an apologetic look and cranked my cock's parameters in the opposite direction from earlier—maxing them out.
Thickness, length, semen volume—every stat in the screen window modeling my dick like a 3D render started inflating like a balloon pumped full of air.
"Eek?!"
"Whoa, maybe it's 'cause you've ripened into such a lewd sow, but it looks even bigger today, huh?"
And thwomp—overwhelmed by the sight of her grub-worm turning into a log right before her eyes? It was way beyond a normal erection, no question.
Even as I openly called her a slut, Christia kept gulping down the saliva pooling in her mouth, sticking out her soft pink tongue like a dog panting desperately to show how badly she wanted a taste.
"Y-Yeah... even more fuckable than usual, slurp, glrk—uglier, more grotesque, filthier... Now shove it in me, haaa... Squeeze out that semen from this monstrous root and feed it to me...?!"
"What? Just thinking about it has you dying for it?"
"Who would—! I just find your vile plan to shove that hideous cock at the Saintess utterly repulsive! So slurp...! I'll suck every last drop from that delicious dick so you can't even get hard for her, glrk!"
Unable to hold back any longer, she planted her hands and knees on the floor like the sow she was, glancing back at me with just her eyes.
As always, she knelt there gazing up at me, but today her ass looked especially plump and inviting, her waist perfectly curved, and above all, her pussy winking nonstop toward me like it couldn't wait another second.
Anyone could see it: a sow begging for cum, piss, anything—just feed her.
"That hungry for your master, huh? Look at that pussy—won't shut up. It's a flood out there."
"Who made me this slutty with all your slurp, lewd tricks, haaa... Who do you think...?! Quit yapping and stuff your filthy desires down my mouth-pussy alreadyyy...!"
Finishing her words, Christia casually approached the feed trough in her stall, head lowered in wait. I chuckled and circled around the outer corridor, slowly closing in on her.
"Haa... Th-this smell... Just sniffing it makes my mouth water and my pussy go insane—this vile stench...! C-Come closer, faster...!"
"Hey now, watch that tone with your master."
"Eek...?!"
I hadn't even arrived yet, but she was flaring her nostrils like a maniac, drooling from both ends—until my footsteps halted abruptly. Her tongue still lolling, she froze in panic.
"Where does a sow get off ordering her master around? Pissing me off."
"You bastard... Trying to tease me into a frenzy again? It won't work. You think I don't see through your little game...!"
Her golden eyes grew hazy, sharp focus dulled by surging lust as she(?) glared at me.
But as I tweaked my cock parameters back toward shrinking, her stall rattled violently.
"No, wait! I want it—I want it so bad! Forgive me, I'll atone! I'll atone right now, so please, please feed me your cum! I'll service you with my mouth-pussy, just don't go!"
"...The casual speech is a bit off-putting, but fine. You're compromising a lot, so a good master has to meet you halfway, right?"
"..."
She's playing me, her expression seemed to say.
I considered dragging this out another turn, but unlike the other bitches, her only "food" was my cum and piss—and even that was strictly rationed. Teasing her desperation further might backfire.
-Screw this, too mean—I'm not eating!
Just like me flipping the table at Mom during puberty when she'd toy with me at dinner. Gratitude would turn to annoyance for sure. So I addressed Christia, still eyeing me like she wanted to devour me whole.
"Where's your thanks?"
"Grgh... Th-Thank you... I'll repay this kindness with my mouth-pussy... F-Forgive me..."
Satisfying.
"That's more like it. Be all meek and obedient like that, and I actually enjoy raising my cute little white sow."
"Ngh... Y-You vile bastard... If it weren't for us, you'd be...!"
If it weren't for "us," what? Kill me? Or ravage my cock freely? I eyed the growing puddle of her juices between her thighs,
feeling my mouth water at the female pheromones stirring my breeding instincts, and sauntered forward, swinging my dick with the refined grace of some rich family's pampered cat or dog.
Of course, her contemptuous glare intensified, but after nightly rutting with Eleonora—matching her iron walls—my human shame had minimized, my shamelessness transcending mortality.
So I flaunted it harder, flicking my elephant-trunk-thick, flexible shaft like a taunt.
"Glrk...!"
At first contempt, then anticipation midway, and finally—as it neared her nose—she forgot everything, entranced, shoving her snout against my cock and sniffing like a fiend.
"Haaa... This is it. This smell... The foul stench that turned me into this—the dirty cock and cum scent the Saintess must never get near... There's a new aroma mixed in, but haaa... So vulgar, yet it makes my glands explode...♥"
I'd cleaned up after Violet's asshole just in case(?), but maybe some scent lingered.
Christia flushed in ecstasy, sniffing like a sommelier—gentle head shakes one moment, rabid mutt the next.
Then she threw her head back with a long huuuuuh, exhaling deeply before speaking.
"Nghuuuugh... Haa... Haa... My nose is stuffed with cock-stink—I can't take it. Even surrounded by pig shit, it overpowers everything, raping my senses with its lewdness...!"
Now squatting ass-to-floor like a bitch in heat, one hand finger-fucking her pussy, the other yanking her nipple ring.
"Sssip, haaa... Sniffing cock while pleasuring my pussy, tugging my own tits for this filthy masturbation—you made me comfort myself like this, you degenerate creep...!!"
She knew exactly how depraved she looked, yet kept going—was it just an act?
To lure my attention from Violet, as she'd claimed?
As if to answer, her lolling tongue paused as she strained to look up at me.
"A-Aaaah... C-Coming... Gonna cum... Fingering my own pussy... Right in front of this tasty cock and its mouthwatering smell, half-drunk on it... I hate it, hate it, but my body wants to spread wide for this ugly bastard on its own—cuuuummming...♥"
Squeeeeel—!
Shhhhhaaa—!
The instant she pulled her hand from her pussy, a bright yellow piss-stream jetted from behind her four-legged, sow-like form.
"You're a real slut now."
"Haa... Haa... Sh-Shut uuuup...!"
Her dazed eyes lifted to me as she stuck out her tongue toward my cock.