Female Pig
“Hey, are we really okay doing this?”
“It’s fine. There’s never anyone around here at this hour. And if someone does show up, we can just say we were messing around.”
“But still…”
Right now, I was locked inside an empty stall of the animal pen. …Completely naked.
It was still summer, so I wasn’t cold, but every time the wind blew I felt like someone was approaching, and my heart would freeze over. And every single time that happened… a shiver would race down my spine, and without thinking I’d end up dripping a thick trail of arousal down my thighs.
“…So, what do I do now?”
“Hmm…”
Hanna crossed her arms and looked down at me.
“Bark.”
“Huh…?”
“You’re inside the pen now, so you can’t use human words anymore. What kind of animal talks like a person?”
“…”
Well, that’s true, but…
…Yeah. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this anyway.
“…Woof. Woof woof. Woof!”
“Not that.”
“Woof?”
“You’re supposed to be a female pig, right? So you have to oink. Oink oink.”
“…”
I should’ve just stuck with being called a bitch. Why did she suddenly bring up female pig…?
I scolded myself inwardly, pulled myself together, planted my palms and knees on the ground, and looked up at Hanna.
“…Oink. Oink… Oink oink…”
Barking was at least a little cute. But oinking… when I actually did it, it wasn’t cute at all. It wasn’t pretty. It was just filthy—an utterly degrading sound that stripped away any value I had as a woman.
It was the kind of voice that suited a girl locked naked inside an animal pen, forced to look up at her human owners. The sound only a truly fallen, vulgar woman at rock bottom could make. The kind of noise that would make anyone who heard it feel nothing but contempt.
“Oink… oink… Hngh… Hnngh…!”
Standing on all fours like a beast, completely naked in front of my friend… every single time I forced out that vulgar animal cry, every time I spat out that imitation of a pig’s squeal, my dignity, my pride as a human being… was scraped away, bit by bit.
And into that empty space, the dark desire inside me—the urge to fall even further, to become even more pathetic—poured in and filled the void.
My mind grew hazy. My reason slowly went numb.
Stripped of my freedom, my status, my clothes—everything that made me human—I had become nothing more than a female pig. That reality carved itself deep into my chest.
Panting roughly, I looked up at Hanna. Beneath her short, yellow-dyed hair were a pair of black eyes gazing at me with gentle affection. Eyes that praised the female pig who had successfully made her very first oinking sounds… while clearly expecting even more.
…I didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want to see those kind eyes change.
On all fours, I crawled clumsily around the inside of the pen, oinking like a pig. The space wasn’t very big, but the floor was dirty, so my palms and knees quickly became filthy. But that was okay.
Because Hanna smiled brightly when she saw me like this—dirtier and more pathetic than before. And whenever I saw that smile, a sticky sense of fulfillment rose from deep inside my pussy.
I crawled close to the wire mesh and pushed my head out, begging to be petted.
“Good girl. Our little female pig Seon-ah.”
“Hngh…”
The moment I heard the praise, an involuntary nasal moan slipped out. Hanna rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a piece of candy. She unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth, crunched it loudly between her teeth, then spat the crushed pieces onto her palm.
“Here. Eat.”
The purple, translucent candy fragments she held out to me were drenched in her saliva. Before I took them into my mouth, I first lavished affection on the fingers of the owner who had so graciously bestowed a treat upon her lowly female pig.
I sucked her fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them in circles until they were spotless, then finished with a soft kiss on the tip.
Only then did I finally take the reward she had given me into my mouth.
…It was sweet.
The very first meal I received as a female pig was grape-flavored.
“Is it good?”
When Hanna asked while looking down at me, I nodded eagerly. I pressed my face right up against the wire mesh, opened my mouth wide, and showed her the candy pieces coated in my drool. Then I rolled them around on my tongue, doing everything I could to show her how deliciously I was eating them.
“You can close your mouth now.”
At Hanna’s command, I pulled the candy back into my mouth. As I rolled the pieces around with my tongue, letting them melt, Hanna stroked my head and spoke.
“Now show me your pussy. Since you behaved so prettily, I’ll give you another reward.”
“…!”
I scrambled into position in front of the mesh, spreading my legs wide and thrusting my pussy forward. My soaking wet folds shamelessly faced outward from the pen. Hanna crouched down, slipped her hand through the wire, and extended her middle finger straight out. Then she stopped moving.
The rest was up to me.
Still holding my legs apart with my pussy pushed out, I shuffled forward awkwardly. The moment my folds touched her finger, I shoved my hips forward and swallowed it deep into my cunt.
The sense of fullness from her slender finger spread through my pussy, making me feel wonderfully stuffed. My walls chewed and sucked at her finger as if trying to taste it, squeezing and pulling with wet, greedy sounds.
With her finger buried inside me, I began to roll my hips in slow circles. As my waist drew circles, the angle at which her finger rubbed against my inner walls kept changing. The moment I found the spot that felt best, I shook my hips so her finger would focus there and grind against it.
“Hngh… hngh… hnngh…!”
Supporting my upper body with both arms while my lower half was practically sitting, legs spread obscenely wide with my pussy pushed out… in that utterly vulgar position, I was fucking my friend’s finger with my cunt. Chewing on it with wet, hungry squeezes as if even her finger tasted good, I kept rolling my hips to make sure the best spot kept getting stimulated.
This impossible, shameless scene was being performed outdoors. The thought that anyone who knew me—even a little—would never believe this was happening… filled my head like a drug, turning everything hazy and sweet.
Before I knew it, my mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling out as thick strands of drool dripped down. The melted candy had made my saliva sticky, and it flowed down between my cleavage and disappeared. But I was too lost in the moment to care. The situation was so intensely arousing that I had even forgotten why I was doing this in the first place.
“Hahk… haaahk… haaahk…”
With nothing left in my head but raw lust… panting like a beast, drenched in sweat, while my friends were in class at the academy, I was skipping lessons to stay locked inside this pen. With a completely depraved expression, drooling uncontrollably, my huge breasts bouncing with stiff, erect nipples, I kept frantically masturbating on Hanna’s finger, over and over.
My body was burning so hot, and sharp, tingling pleasure kept racing up my spine from my pussy… it felt like my brain was melting.
“Mmm… Seon-ah, the next class is about to start soon. Let’s finish this quickly, okay?”
“Hahk… haeu… haaahk…”
“…Looks like you can’t even hear me anymore. Well, I guess I’ll just have to rough you up a bit.”
…?
The moment Hanna finished speaking, the finger that had been quietly letting my pussy swallow it suddenly tensed with power. Right after—
“Heuk?! Haang, ahng, ahng, aaahng…!”
Hanna grabbed the wire mesh for support and began slamming her hand up into my cunt, pounding it with short, sharp thrusts. This wasn’t the gentle rubbing from when I had only been rolling my hips. This was violent stimulation—her fingertips stabbing deep into my inner walls.
As her hand moved more forcefully, I was terrified her finger might slip out, so I clenched my pussy around the base of her finger with all my strength to keep it trapped inside. Every time she stabbed into me like that, my vision flashed white and my legs eventually gave out. Even after I collapsed, Hanna’s hand didn’t stop. Instead, the new angle caused her fingertip to press directly against my swollen G-spot.
“Haaeu… hak… haaak… haaaang…!!”
I couldn’t even think about hiding my voice anymore. Every time her fingertip pounded my swollen G-spot, I came so hard I squirted like a water gun. After climaxing again and again at such a frantic pace, my mind was completely blanketed in white pleasure… I felt like I had truly become nothing but a beast that thought with its cunt.
Then… the short, powerful thrusts of Hanna’s finger suddenly stopped. She pulled her hand back until only the tip remained inside me, then—
“Huuuuuuuuuuuuiiiit…!!”
She slammed upward with brutal force, as if trying to punch a hole through the roof of my pussy. My body was lifted into the air, impaled on her hand, and I came violently while squirting all over the wire mesh. After letting out a single sharp scream, I couldn’t even make small moans anymore. I could only hang my tongue out, mouth opening and closing uselessly, body twitching and convulsing.
When my orgasm finally began to subside, Hanna pulled her finger out of my pussy. My lower body dropped to the floor with a wet slap. Only after her finger left my G-spot could I finally breathe properly again.
“Haaahk… hek… haaahk…”
I stared up at the ceiling of the pen, gasping for air. After blinking blankly for a while, my mind slowly began to return.
…Along with the memory of exactly what I had just done.
What kind of disgraceful behavior had I shown in front of my friend…?
I shakily pushed myself up, covering my breasts and pussy with my arms, and looked up at Hanna with nervous eyes. She wouldn’t look at me with contempt, right…? When I had sucked her toes and kissed them while acting like a bitch, there had at least been the excuse that it was a mission from the board game. But this time… I had simply gotten unbearably horny and started oinking like a female pig all on my own. I couldn’t help but worry.
Fortunately, Hanna was simply wiping her finger with a handkerchief. She didn’t seem to find me strange at all.
…Was this also part of the test? A test to see what would happen if they locked Lee Seon-ah in a pen and made her cry like an animal…?
After finishing with her finger and pocketing the handkerchief, Hanna handed me my school uniform.
“Hurry and get dressed. Class will be over soon.”
“Y-yeah…”
I put on my thong and bra first, then slipped into the tight blouse and short skirt. My still-aroused nipples rubbed against the bra lining, and my swollen, blood-filled clit was pressed hard against the beads of my thong, sending sparks of stimulation through me.
“I’ll need to wash off all this dirt… We should go to the athletics club shower room over there.”
“…Is it okay to just use it whenever we want?”
“I use it sometimes. No one’s ever said anything.”
Maybe they just don’t touch it because you’re the one using it… Still, I couldn’t walk around covered in dust like this, so I ended up following Hanna to the shower room.
…Nothing else is going to happen today, right?