Tend to the pigs

Wanting to see something new, and reminded of your work in the rose truffle garden yesterday, you venture deeper into the Big Barn in search of the pig pen. You're not quite sure what you're looking for, passing haystacks and wooden stalls where a you hear low and familiar murmurings of some of the other animals. Thinking about the layout of the rest of the farm proper you realise the interior of the Big Barn must reflect a similar sprawl and so when you reorient yourself with where the milking station and chicken pen are you turn a corner and spot the sign for the pig work area and march on.

When you arrive you note that the empty space seems quite small. The are only three pigs on the farm though so you guess it's appropriate. You go into the pen and on the far wall open a door that leads outside. On the other side of the door there's a short wooden bench where a cute morphed big girl sits, pulling on a pair of dark stockings. She looks up at you with a smile, red bow in her blonde ponytail bobbing. The pigs are some of the few farm animals that occasionally like to dress up a little, mostly an accessory here and there. The stockings are actually functional to a degree, but you'll get to those later.

"Hello, Jon," the pig says as she stands to full height, the top of her hair not even reaching your chin. She's petite but busty, and thick where it counts. Her thighs are especially juicy and your cock throbs as she does a half turn to adjust her stockings and you see the tremendous curve of her meaty backside.

"Hi Emily," you smile back, heartbeat increasing as she steps forward to follow you back into the barn. You hate to play favorites with the barnyard animals but Emily must be one of your top 5 babes. The girl is adorable but dripping with sexuality with the way she's proportioned. Her wide eyes and cute upturned nose give her a sweet innocence which belies a sultry slut just simmering beneath the surface. You're not sure why you feel that way but know in your gut that it's true. Perhaps it's her pink skin and the way she jiggles, and those big delicious nipples that seem to always be hard, that little belly and her so grippable love handles, or the way she gazes longingly at not just your cock, but your entire naked body. She'd always been a little flirt with you during feeding times.

Despite how incredibly turned on you are in Emily's presence you remember now there there are two other pigs somewhere else on the farm but apparently only Emily requires servicing today. And about that... you're not even sure what the purpose of this would be, not that you mind doing naughty things to her for no reason, but your keen curiosity is piqued. What needed to be done for a pig in a fuck farm? The cows needed stimulating to produce better and increased volumes of milk, the chickens needed stimulating to help them lay eggs. "So what am I doing for you today, Em?" you ask, figuring honesty to be the best policy.

The short pig laughs a lilting, seductive laugh then sits down in the middle of the pen.

"Your dad didn't tell you it? Or your mother? Or Betty?" she wonders, hand groping herself on her ample bosom. She begins to lean back and you swallow while she continues to explain. "Well we piggies help with tilling the soil in the gardens. And of course finding the perfect rose truffles." She leans back, pulling her thick legs up and showing surprising flexibility, running her small hands along her stockings. You knew that the pigs were useful for truffle hunting, their super sensitive noses perfect for determining which rose truffles were ready to harvest. This rare species of domesticate truffles that your family farmed needed to be dug out at just the right moment of maturity for the best aroma and flavor, so a pig's sense of smell was invaluable to that end. "But our snouts are most sensitive after orgasm, about twenty times more than normal, for about an hour," says Emily, pushing her hips up, her feet above her head as she presents her glistening, puffy pussy lips and tight asshole to you. "So after you fuck me good, I can get to work."

She licks her lips, her gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to your thing.

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