Fuck Pig

This story was originally published for the HALLOWEEN 2026 Story Contest.

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Fuck Pig

Bent Over and Fucked in a show.

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I was sleeping in my box when Groomer came to my pen's gate. He stops by to look at me every so often, so I glanced up, but didn't really move. After a moment, he whistled, so I scurried over to the gate. "Come on, piggy, time to get you cleaned up."

Groomer doesn't always put the collar on me before opening the gate. It's a game we like to play together. Once the gate opened enough, I shouldered it aside and rushed out into the corridor between the pens. The gate at the near end of the barn was closed, so I turned into the barn and scurried that way.

The floor in the corridor is harder than the floor in my pen; there is no soft layer of bedding strewn across it. My hands and knees are calloused enough that I don't have to be very careful.

I rushed past the cleaning station to the far end of the barn, but that gate was closed, too. Groomer had known that when he let me out. I checked out some of the others at that end of the barn since I don't get to see them very often. They were interested in me, too, so most of them came to their gates and stood on their knees to look out at me. Their forearms rested on their gates as they leaned forward, the sow's breasts hung free. If they had wanted to escape they could have leapt their gates, but none of us ever did.

The two boars had larger tusks, and were broader across the chest, than us sows. There was a large white boar, and a large black one. Sometimes Groomer put us together so that we would put on a show for visitors to the farm. Once he put them both in with me at the same time, and that was very exciting. Neither of them wanted to wait, so they fought over me. Their blood made it extra exciting for everyone.

The other sows were bald, too, and one of them was just back from the maternity shed. She had two piglets, but they were already weaned. Her top teats still looked pretty beat up from the younglings.

Groomer walked to the cleaning station carrying my collar and whistled for me to come. I could have kept playing, but Groomer doesn't like that and won't play the game next time if I don't come when called. He lets me decide, though.

As I took my place in the cleaning station, Groomer petted my head and gave me a bit of carrot. I chewed and sucked on the treat while kneeling in position. If I am good, Groomer doesn't put the collar on, so I try to be good.

Groomer started on my face with a wet cloth. I'm usually pretty careful to keep my face and snout clean, but he spends extra time on it when I'm going to a show. He even looked at my teeth, and especially my tusks, but left them alone. I hate it when they use the small brush in my mouth. I usually try to bite it.

Groomer ran his hand across the top of my head, and I thought he was petting me again, but he was just checking to see if my hair had grown back. He didn't shave me again, so it must have been fine.

"Hold still, piggy. Let me clean you up." Honestly, that was an insult since I keep myself as clean as possible. I always relieve myself in the same corner of my pen and it isn't my fault if Mucker doesn't clean up after me.

I did hold still, though. I love the feel of the soft bristle brush as it rubs across my body.

I watched Groomer dip the long-handled brush in the soapy water bucket a couple of times. I hoped it was warm, and it was! Groomer takes good care of me. Nice warm, soapy water poured from the brush onto my back, and he started moving the brush around. He would dunk it every few strokes and add more suds to my body until I was covered.

When he started on my underside, I made sure to stare at him. I wanted him to like washing my hanging udders because the bristles make all my nipples feel really nice, but he always pretends not to notice my excitement. He didn't even make eye contact with me.

"Ok, piggy, this is going to be cold. Hold still." Groomer had put down the brush and switched to the rinsing hose. He was right; it was cold. But it wasn't freezing cold, and even though we were well into fall, the barn was still warm, so it was ok.

"Unh, unh, unh!" I grunted in complaint, but I didn't run away. I was waiting for the last part of the cleaning, my favorite part.

The last part of the cleaning was between my legs. Groomer went back to the bristle brush and dunked it several times. I know he watched me get ready because he waited for me to spread my knees before starting to run the brush up and down. Spreading my knees gave him more room to move the brush around. I even tried to move my cute little curly tail out of the way, but it just wagged in excitement.

He started out soft and gentle, but as he transferred more suds he got more and more vigorous. I really liked the way it felt, but he didn't finish me. Before I was satisfied, he hosed me off, and the assistant groomers moved in with towels to dry me off. There were several of them, and being surrounded like that made me nervous, but I stayed still. I knew I was going to be surrounded later, too.

Once they were done drying me, Groomer returned with my fancy collar. Not the barn collar, but the fancy one with the shiny bits on it. He gave me another bit of carrot before attaching the collar around my neck. "Good job, piggy, good job." He patted my head again before attaching a lead to the collar and walking me to the nearest exit.

There was a truck there, with a cage in the back and a ramp up into the cage. I don't like the ramp, but the cage is nice. It lets me see the whole world. I especially like the fall when all the trees turn color. I don't like the winter, though. It is too cold for bare pigs then, so they switch to solid boxes.

We drove for a while, and I enjoyed the sun and wind on my skin. I also enjoyed the men in the big trucks matching our speed so they could look down at me. I like it when men look at me.

When we got to the harvest festival, my truck backed up to a tent, and Groomer set the ramps in place so I could crawl out and go to my spot. There was a raised platform in the middle of the tent with two poles sticking up. I don't like when he connects leads from the poles to my collar because it means I can't move very much. I like why he does it, though, so I moved to my position and waited for Groomer to connect the leads.

"Oh! Eager today, are you, piggy? Good for you!"

The sparkly collar was connected to four leads that were each connected to the posts. I couldn't move forward or back very much, but the way they worked, I could raise and lower my head. As soon as the leads were connected, I lay down to rest. I knew how the rest of the day would go.

Groomer made sure the flaps on the front of the tent were down, but left the rear open when he drove away. Sometime later I heard voices from back there. I rose to my hands and knees and tried to look, but the collar kept me from turning very much.

I heard a low whistle, and then a man said, "Whoa, doggy! Look at the tits on that sow! They hang halfway to the ground!"

Another voice, maybe a little younger, said, "Are those teats all the way down her sides?"

Groomer laughed, "Yes, they are! The nipples on them are as sensitive as normal breasts, too. They aren't real teats, though; only the top set makes milk when we breed them."

Oh, god, I love it when they talk about me like that! Like I am just an animal to be used.

A hand slipped between my legs and stroked my sex. It surprised me, and I startled, squealing out, "Rhee!"

Groomer said, "Hey, now! None of that, yet! Let's get the space set up first and then maybe you can all have a go."

There were three guys with Groomer. A young one and two middle-aged guys. The young one was very thin and wore his pants low on his hips. The older two were heavyset, and one had a beard. The bearded guy smelled his fingers as he walked around in front of me. All three were covered in tattoos and smelled of cigarettes and sweat. Carnies for sure. I have done enough of these events to recognize the kind of guys who work at them.

Groomer directed the carnies to set up chairs in front of me. Those would be used by people who wanted to watch, but who might not want to participate. Usually wives, girlfriends and couples sat out front. There was plenty of space between the two rows of chairs. Groomer didn't want the people to have to get too close together since that sometimes caused problems.

Then Groomer helped to arrange the curtain. It was lined up with the poles so when it was closed, only my head would be visible to the seated audience. It didn't reach the walls, so it would be easy for husbands and boyfriends to walk around behind to "see the rest of the show" without their women knowing for certain what they were doing.

Everybody knew, of course, but the curtain let them keep the illusion. It's not like I would know who was fucking me, anyway.

From behind me, Groomer said, "Good job, guys! Who wants to go first?"

I was too excited to hear the discussion, but I heard the young one say, "Look at her tail go!"

I was wiggling my whole ass at the men, and wagging my tail even faster. I couldn't resist showing my excitement.

I felt someone, the young guy, I think, step up behind me and swipe their dick up and down my slit a couple of times before sliding into me. He grabbed my hips and started slamming away for all he was worth. He moaned out, "Oh god, her tail! Her tail!"

The other men laughed as I wagged it back and forth across his stomach. The men seem to like that; the fact I have a tail makes what they are doing even more forbidden and taboo. There are lots of people who can't stand that we exist, and plenty more that think that sex between normal's and us is immoral or something. I don't care what normal's think, I just like to be fucked.

The man fucking me leaned over and ran his hands up and down the sides of my stomach, causing his fingers to flick across my extra nipples. I'm always on a hair trigger at these events, and I started to shake and squeal in orgasm pretty quickly. I didn't notice him squirting off inside while I came, but he must have because he pulled free and someone else took over for him.

The young guy walked around to the front of the tent while the other two guys took their turns, and he watched my face as I was fucked. Even if I had been quiet, it would have been obvious what was happening because the fucking was rocking me back and forth between the poles. The collar was wide and comfortable enough that I probably wouldn't end up chafed by the end of the night. But if I did, that would just mean that the men had fucked me extra hard.

Groomer walked around in front and nodded to the guy, "So, what did you think?"

"So good! I definitely want to come back again!" He had glanced away but was still staring at my face.

He reached out to pet me and stopped to look at Groomer. "Is it ok if I pet her? She is oddly pretty. Wonderful bright eyes."

Groomer laughed and said, "Well, pretty isn't the word I would use, but go ahead. She hasn't bitten anyone in ages."

The guy ran his hand over my head and I could hear it scrape through the stubble there. He even rubbed my large pointed ears briefly, and that felt nice. I love having my ears skritched.

He spent more time on my face. He seemed enthralled by the length of my snout and the upturned nasal disk on the end of my nose. I made sure to wiggle that bit as he touched it to encourage him to keep caressing me. Men love feeling my nose move, and it is very sensitive, so I like it, too. It's not sexual, but it does feel good.

The guy asked, "What about this end? Do guys use this end?"

Groomer was in a good mood, so he laughed. "Look at those teeth! Those tusks? Would you want to put your dick in there? I said she hasn't bitten anyone in ages, not that she wouldn't bite! And if she did? You would lose your dick completely."

The young guy turned pale and stepped back. Groomer continued, "They do sell bite guards. You know, like the kind dentists use sometimes? It doesn't seem worth the chance, to me. I certainly wouldn't have anyone use one at an event like this! Can you imagine the scandal if something happened? We might end up having to put her down!"

I knelt there on all fours with the semen of three men I didn't know trailing down my legs and listened to them talk about me like I was an animal. Like I didn't know what they were saying. I looked at the young guy and snapped my jaws at him. He jumped a little and then laughed nervously.

Groomer cleaned my sex before he and the men left, so I lay back down to wait for my show to start. I could hear people walking past my tent, and the murmur of the distant midway carried to me as well. Based on the occasional raised voices, the tent next to mine sounded like it served beer. They had put all the adult services in one part of the fairgrounds to keep the young people away, I guess.

A noise outside the tent woke me, and I looked around the tent. Groomer had pulled the side open to make an entrance, and then moved behind the chairs to the opposite side and opened the exit. There was an immediate breeze. He glanced at me and said, "Get ready, piggy, they will start soon."

I squealed in happiness. Finally!

Groomer went outside, and I heard him talking to people, and some started to trickle in to take seats. Most of them were just wearing normal clothes, but a few were wearing Halloween costumes. That was part of why Groomer had brought me here today; some people might think I was in costume, too.

There was one young couple dressed as cowboys who sat near me and whispered to one another. Well, they didn't actually whisper since I could hear them clearly.

"Oh my god, she looks horrible!" The girl said, "Those teeth are so big and scary!"

The guy nodded and agreed. "Her face is all disfigured, too!"

I loved it; I looked just like I should, and they both pretended to be disgusted. I could see the look in the guy's eyes, though. He wasn't just disgusted. He was interested. So were the two guys who went behind the curtain to use me.

The girl asked, "Why would someone do that to themselves?"

The guy shrugged. "She probably didn't. They breed true now. She is probably a third or fourth generation."

"But why did the first ones do it? She can never be normal again, can she?"

"The first people to change themselves just did it with surgery. But then the technology allowed them to make genetic changes, and now it's permanent."

"But why?"

"I don't know. I'm sure there were lots of reasons. People say that they just wanted kinky sex. Maybe even the humiliation of being used in public? After all, that is why we are here, to watch this pig get fucked."

The girl hugged onto the guy's arm and said, "Oh, God, this is going to be so gross!" That is what she said, but I could tell that she was excited about watching me. I could smell her excitement across the space between us.

I felt two sets of hands running over my kneeling body, and I squealed out in excitement, "Rhee!"

The young couple grabbed each other and leaned forward to see better. The rest of the audience quieted down to watch, too.

One of the guys behind me moved my tail to the side and started running his dick up and down my wet slit. I knew what was coming, so I was ready for him.

"Rhee!" Still, the first forceful thrust was a surprise.

I made sure to rock my body against the curtain as the guy fucked me. He was very vigorous.

Groomer walked in front of the seating and turned to face the audience. "Welcome, welcome, welcome!"

"Welcome to Lulu's sex show! This is Lulu the fuckpig, and this is her show! Well, it's what we can show you in this public space, of course. There are laws and things that say what we can and can't show here."

Whoever was fucking me was going harder and faster, and I was starting to squeak with each punishing stroke. "Rhee, Rhee, Rhee, Rhee!" I was trying to be quiet enough that the audience could hear what Groomer was saying, though.

Groomer leaned toward the audience and stage-whispered, "But if you want to pay an extra fee, we are allowed to let you behind the curtain to see how the sausage is made, so to speak. There are two rules if you do go back there, though. First, no pictures or videos! And second, absolutely no touching! We've got paid performers to put on the show, don't you worry!"

My fucker impaled himself into me and held himself there as I felt him shoot inside. "Rhee! Rhee! Rheeee!" I let myself orgasm as well, and I made sure the audience, and hopefully lots of people walking past, would hear and know what was happening. The young couple let their sparkling eyes run back and forth between me and their lover's beaming face. They were both very turned on by what they had seen. So was everyone else in the audience, but I didn't really focus on any of them.

Groomer laughed and said, "Oh, good one, Lulu, it seemed like you enjoyed that!"

While I was being fucked, a couple more guys had come in, but they immediately went behind the curtain. There was no pretense for them to watch my face.

Someone new took over fucking me, and several new hands started running over my body. One of the men had decided to be mean, though, and had taken my right true-nipple into their mouth and started to chew on it. They were also twisting and flicking my extra nipples. The abuse had started early this time.

The new guy fucking me wasn't as vigorous as the first one, but I was still rocking into the curtain and making it sway. As he started going faster, I got closer to another orgasm. That was another of the changes that had been made to my body. I could orgasm easily, and often.

I lost track of what was going on for a while, and after I came down from another orgasm, I realized that the young couple was gone. They had been replaced by several other people, and there were more behind the curtain with me. I couldn't even tell how many hands were touching me, or how many men had fucked me.

I made sure to make a show every time I came. I would raise my snout in the air to squeal like the fucked pig I was. It was glorious.

Sometime later I saw the young man slip back into the tent without the woman and slide behind the curtain. There was a slowdown in the men wanting to use me, and I felt his hands on me immediately. Even though he had to wait for the guy using me to finish, I could tell when he took over fucking me. He was frantic, and his strokes were erratic.

There was also something else going on, but I was barely aware of it after the long string of orgasms. Groomer was arguing with two women; one of them was right in his face, screaming at him. The other had a sign, but I couldn't see it.

The young man was just bringing us both to orgasm as the woman with the sign moved next to me and pulled the curtain wide. She revealed my naked body, and the man fucking me from behind as we both quivered in orgasm. Being revealed in front of the rest of the audience actually made my orgasm more powerful. It was even better when she whipped out her phone and started recording everything.

The yelling woman turned to the audience and said, "Don't you see? This isn't a pretend show! This bastard is selling her body! She has no choice! She can't escape!"

The young man pulled up his pants and rushed out the exit. I understand his concern; being turned on by illicit sex is one thing, being caught doing it is another! I didn't mind that he ran. It made it better that he knew what he was doing was dirty.

Groomer raised his hands. "No, no, no! Calm down! This is just a show! I swear!" Groomer glanced at me to make sure I was ok. He looked nervous.

Both women were now yelling, and the audience was moving back. Some left the tent, but new people were attracted by the yelling. It seemed like a bunch came in from the beer tent next door.

"Look at her! She is tied up and can't get away!" The yelling woman waved her hands at me.

The two women bothered me. They had interrupted my sex.

I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to destroy the illusion, but getting rid of the two women was my only chance of getting back to being fucked again.

I reached up to the clasps at my collar and unclipped the leads. "Stop it," I growled, my voice gravelly and inhuman. I hated to stand up; it had been a very long time, and it was uncomfortable for me, but I did it. Since I was on the platform, I stood above the women and glared down at them.

"My choice." I looked at Groomer and asked, "Make pay?" I can speak fine, but people have trouble understanding me if I say too much.

Groomer now looked even more worried, but worried for me and not for the situation. He answered, "No, ma'am. Just like you said. Pretend to ask for money, but don't actually take anything. That way it stays legal. Just a show."

The two women looked at each other, and then the one who had been yelling said quietly, "But you are just an animal; you can't choose..."

"Not animal. Not human. Person. Choice." I ran my hand through my sex and collected a handful of the semen that was running out of me and flicked it at the women. They flinched as the stuff hit them.

"Go away." I was done with the women, so I lowered myself back to my knees and reattached the leads to my collar. I looked away from the two women and stared at the group of men who had come in from the beer tent. I mauled the breast that they could see, and turned my ass toward them as best I could with the leads back in place.

When Groomer saw what I was doing, he waved the men over. "Have at her, gents! The fuckpig loves it one after another." He didn't have to tell them twice, and I was once again surrounded by horny men. I love that. And I loved that they fucked me hard one after the other and gave me so many orgasms that I eventually passed out. I didn't see the women leave, but I didn't care either way.

When I woke up, Groomer had closed the front of the tent and was waiting for me. "Do you want to ride in the front, or in your cage?"

I raised up onto my hands and knees and shook my ass at him. "Rhee?"

He smiled and caressed my head. "Maybe later, but let's get you home first."

Groomer connected a lead to my collar before disconnecting me from the posts. Even though I was exhausted he knew I would try to escape if he didn't do it correctly, and he didn't want to have to chase my semen-covered naked body through the midway. Playing those games at home is one thing, but he doesn't like to do it out in public.

Groomer led me to the truck, and I crawled into my cage and snuggled down.

After latching the cage, he smiled down at me and patted my head. "Good girl, piggy. You did a good job today."

I'm glad I've got Groomer; he takes good care of me.

The end.

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