Sue Storm's Erotic Dreams Increase

The sun burned overhead. Sue Storm wallowed in the mud of the style, the cool clinging mud that clung to her flanks and teats. Her head dipped into the trough, to root through the accumulated scraps and food trash for tasty morsels.

She was aware of the farmer moving outside the wooden rails. Her nose twitched as she caught a scent that made her lift her head, chewing slowly now as her blue eyes followed the old man as he moved carefully around the square space that was her entire world.

Then, the gate opened.

A massive figure moved into the sty. The swollen muscles rippled beneath his pink flesh. Small, dark eyes, deep-set, looked over the entire space, then focused on her. His snout snuffled, and the small pink ears lifted.

Instinctively, Sue moved to claw at the fence with her forelimbs. Which left her ass exposed, her back limbs stretched taut.

Almost like an invitation.

In a moment, the boar-like man was upon her. His massive body slammed against hers, and Sue Storm let out a plaintive squeal that yet had a note of excitement inside of it. A moment later, and he was in her. A hot, hard stab that pierced her to her core, over and over again.

The fence creaked in time with her panting squeals, now not in pain or shock, but in pleasure...and then in words, a litany of filthy, dirty words that Sue had never spoken out loud, and finally ended with:

"Give me your piglets!"

In her bed, Sue Storm sat up suddenly. The last words of the dream echoed through her head. She panted, covered in sweat, and threw off the sheet and duvet. Her panties were soaked through, and there was a wet spot on the bed beneath.

She panted, caught her breath. Beyond the window, the sun began to rise, it's light spilling through the grid of streets to cast strange shadows.

"Third time this week," she said, as she swung her legs off the bed. Her throat was parched, and she was already looking forward to a rich, nutritious glass of Porkum's organic nut milk to help her start the day off right.