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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Anonymous | September 2020 | 4567 Words

"O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew!" The young pink skinned porker's beautiful delivery of the first lines of Hamlet's soliloquy was marred by a sudden involuntary snort, the hog equivalent of a cracking puberty voice. DJ's eyes darted to the floor for a moment as he tried to remember his lines, the weighing laughter of his classmates making the high school drama nerd pause and squirm in his homemade tunic and feathered cap. As the boy's eyes darted up across the audience, he saw a comforting sight. His adoptive raccoon dad was sitting in the middle row, the unblinking eye of his VHS camcorder flashing red as the tall and portly dad peeked out from behind the viewfinder to give his boy a thumb's up. In the years since Devin's death and processing, Tomek had softened significantly on his decision to raise a hog with the seed of his dead friend. Now in his mid 40s, the casual predator couldn't help but smile as he saw his boy grow into a fine young ham. ...er, man. The predatory instincts never fully subsided, but at least he knew that his boy was one of a kind. "Or... uh... or that the everlasting had not fix'd, his canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Oh, god... god..."

Tomek smirked as he gave a nudge to the parent sitting next to him, a broad shouldered bull dad who was doing his best to ignore the missile launcher sized machine whirring in his ear as the raccoon filmed. "Heh, see that? That's my boy up there. Can you believe it, getting lead?" The lizard sighed and mumbled something as he tried to focus on the play, Tomek grinning as he whispered softly, "Didn't even get the lead in Hamilton last semester... dunno what they were thinking, he's a natural!" Someone a few rows back shushed aloud, forcing the chunky raccoon to sit back in his seat. A moment or two later though, the crinkle of plastic caught the annoyed bull's attention as Tomek shoved a bag in his face. "Pork rinds?" Only a second shush would quiet down the excited dad just before the scene change.

Tomek beamed as he dug into his celebratory dish of ice cream, smiling with stars in his eyes under the fading summer sunlight, the clouds illuminated in gorgeous shades of pinks, purples and blues. It was a lovely end to the beautiful atmosphere of the day, his son still puffed and proud on his performance as he licked his triple stacked ice cream cone. The lanky, pudgy boy's floppy ears bounced as he craned his head to get at the sweet ice cream. "I just think... mnnpfh oh gosh this mint chocolate chip is good..." Tomek licked his lips softly as he spoke, "I just think you would be more believable if you lowered your head a little more after you get removed from the same oven Gertrude died in, kiddo."

"Dad, I have to show off the apple too. Besides, most of the people watching haven't roasted as many pigs as you have!"

"I'm just saying, it adds that touch of realism. You make a fine honey ham no matter how you're served though." Tomek gave a little wink to his boy, wrapping his arms right around his shoulders. But as he did, he noticed his piglet was looking down between his legs, mind lost in thought. "What's up, DJ?"

"Dad, uh... s-speaking of um... y'know. Roasting hogs and all." DJ wasn't completely in the dark about his history. He knew his dad wasn't biological. A single father raising a creature many families removed from his own in the animal kingdom was a clear tell that something was strange about his upbringing. DJ also had to grapple with the fact that his biological dad resided in a pallet's worth of cans hidden through the house in various storage spots. Devin's death as low-grade canner meat was disheartening for DJ, but he never knew anything else... that is until he asked the fateful question. "I-uh... was wondering... you never talk about my Mom... did you... uh...?" Tomek immediately gripped his boy tighter around the shoulder, tugging his body up close till his head rested against the edge of his broad chest. Closing his eyes, he breathed in slow and steady, sighing as he did.

"You... uh... you're probably old enough to hear this... gosh, in a few years you're off to college anyways. Um... well... your mom is still alive. Actually, she's probably as happy as livestock can be. When... when I decided I wanted to have you, I looked around for a willing surrogate. Your mom was advertising as a breeder hog for a large farm upstate." DJ's eyes widened as he listened. "When I told her about your dad, and how sweet a guy he was, well... she thought you'd be such a fitting honor to his memory."

"R-really, Dad?" Tomek nodded and smiled, trying not to blush as he navigated the awkward but tender conversation. "... what's her name?"

"Maple. I uh... hang on, here..." The raccoon's pudgy fingers fumbled to pull out his wallet, carefully reaching inside to tug out a folded up piece of paper from his billfold. The picture was old, a faded developed photo, 6 x 4.5. The sow looked as sweet as could be, her freckled face beaming in a warm grin, hair drawn up under a bandana as she gripped her denim overalls with both hands. DJ couldn't help but feel a connection, even before Tomek added, "You've got her eyes, son."

"Yeah... I think so. Can... uh..." The raccoon's heart sank, almost dropping his ice cream dish as he knew what was coming next. "Can we see her?"

"You, uh..." Tomek recovered as smooth as possible, only putting most if his thumb through the scoop of ice cream before setting aside his bowl and licking his hand clean. "You want to see her, don't you? ...I can't say yes yet, but let me make some calls tomorrow, okay bud? She, uh... she isn't free to come or go as she pleases, so I'll have to make sure the visit is okay with her farmer." Tomek sighed, knowing that the red tape of his surrogate's life would make things complicated. But the answer seemed to placate DJ, the pudgy porker giving a smiling snort as he hugged his dad tight around his midsection.

"You're the best, Dad... t-thanks." The raccoon couldn't help but melt a little, before his hunger took over, stealing the cherry off the top of his boy's ice cream cone and popping it into his mouth.

Rolling countryside on a late summer day, just the right temperature for a picnic with the family. The occasional chill of fall hung cool on the wind, but its crispness was tempered by the bright sun above. DJ smiled as he bounced his head along to some road trip tunes, smiling as he saw the sign that he'd been waiting for, Celhog Farm and Breeding. The car rumbled up the dirt road, past fields plowed by strong oxen and work horses as the family car lumbered up to the row of Breeder's Homes. These were not the barn stalls you would expect to see a hog laid up in, with row upon row of suckling piglets. Instead, they were quaint two-bedroom homes where a breeder could live, rear their young, and entertain their lovers when the time came to have another litter. Outside, country mares played with their foals in the sun, a family of ducks went for a swim down by the pond, and at the end of the road sat a small home with a lovely garden out front, the mailbox simply reading 'Maple.' Shyly, DJ slipped out from the car, unsure what he would see or get from his mom. But a sweet voice called out from the window, matronly yet tempered over the years.

"Well look'it you! Oh my stars, you were just a little runt last time I laid eyes on you, Devin Jr...!" Her demeanor seemed to be perpetually smiling as the mid-40s sow sauntered out the door, rosy cheeks smiling as she held a small bundle in one of her arms. DJ's mother quickly snatched him up in her free arm to gave him a tight hug and loving kiss. "Mmm... you've grown! And your dad showed me all about your school activities, you're becoming a real actor, now aren't you?" DJ blushed hot as he tried to catch Tomek's eyes, embarrassed that his dad would share his silly drama club video.

"I... I did, I got to play the lead role, Mom." He said as a comfortable smile settled on his face, head resting against his mom's shoulder, unable to help but smell the warmth and oddly familiar smell of his own mother.

"You did always used to squeal, gave me quite the startle when you needed milk at night. Speaking of, I need to get this little one something to eat. Come on in, I made tea and lunch for us." The home was comfortable, a cozy little kitchen, a bedroom for Maple, and a nursery for rearing her young. But it was clear as she poured from the teapot that there wasn't the expected pitter patter of little squealers running around.

Tomek smiled and gave his surrogate a soft kiss and hug, before looking about, "you seem like you've lightened your burden since I saw you last."

"Oh... you know, march of time, biological clock ticking." The sow smiled as she unwrapped the little swaddled package to show them a mewling kitten cozy in her arms. The cutie had a soft fur pattern, creamy yellow with brown socks, face and ears. With a smile, she temped a bottle of milk before feeding the little fella. "I'm hitting middle age now, so there's not nearly as much use for me around the farm... Old Man Celhog feels sorry for me though, doesn't want to send me to the chop house yet. So he gives me odds and ends and abandoned critters to raise. Like little Walker here... he's such a sweetie, a little Tonkinese kitten who needed a home."

Tomek could hardly hold his composure as he watched the motherly warmth of Maple. Her whole life revolved around service, even when it was spent on captivity. The three sat and talked for ages, laughing, smiling and sharing stories, catching up on a life they had missed for a decade and a half. After so many years it felt like no time had passed at all, a family together once more. As the sun finally began to fall, Maple turned to her high school hog and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

"So, DJ, you said you wanted to see the farm a bit. I got an idea... why don't you go on down the road for a ways, turn right at Mrs. Leary's coop and follow that path down to the sugar shack. It's not quite maple sugaring season but I know the farm has been working on sugar beets and they can make some sweet candy." DJ smiled and nodded as he stood and stretched at the table, the promise of sweets only serving to alight his excitement.

"O-oink! Okay Mom! Thank you!"

"Go on, get some energy out. And don't take too much, you don't want to have a tummy ache on your ride home." As the door closed behind him, Maple shook her head and turned back to Tomek. "Well... that should give us a little time. He looks healthy and happy." The raccoon smiled as his eyes browsed up and down the sow's tender body. "Mmm... and so do you, hun. Time really has been kind to you."

"You look no different either, handsome... c'mon." She craned her neck a little to make sure Walker was snoozing in his basinet before reaching across the table to grab the single dad by his hand. "I know a quiet spot." Tomek couldn't help but blush hot red as he was taken by the hand down the lane to one of the many farm buildings. The barn was usually busy, but now sat quiet storing wheat and hay for the wintertime. The raccoon couldn't help but sigh, breathing in the earthy rich smell of countryside before turning to embrace his sweet sow.

"You know this kills me, Maple..." he said with a little furrow to his muzzle as he added, "You know I fell hard for you, even when we first met."

"How could I not notice? I kept finding roses at my doorstep for a year, Tomek."

"Yeah... it took me a while to..." his hand gently reached up to brush aside a strand of her brown hair, the raccoon's masked eyes looking deep into hers. "Get used to your situation, is all."

"Sometimes life leads you down a path you can't change... If I'd known you, I'd have never signed those papers..." Maple always said that to assuage Tomek's guilt. And he believed it. But it wouldn't stop him from letting Maple's hands wander, the tender hoofed fingertips slowly teasing the button down shirt, toying with the loose collar until the first button slipped out of its hole. Warm raccoon chest fluff poofed out softly as her fingers ran through and grazed over the soft fur. Tomek's hand raised slowly to meet hers, tracing up the tender pink arm until hand touched hand, fingers interlocking just as eyes met. Before he could think, Tomek's mouth was locked with his old lover's, lips pursed, head cocked slightly to the side as the kiss intensified, tongues caressing as Maple pulled her sweet lover back onto the pile of hay with her.

Fingers fumbled as Tomek and Maple fought to undress each other, giggling softly to themselves between kisses at their poor choices of clothing for today. At long last, the raccoon managed to pull down Maple's overalls, freeing her main pair of hefty b-cup breasts as well as the lovely row of supple teats running down her belly, a soft moan escaping her mouth as the claw tipped fingers ran tiny circles around each one, before pressing his face against one his lover's hefty mamms. Moaning he kissed and suckled on the tender teat, stiffening it slowly until the nub perked and the areola swelled to a pert peak, leaving his sweetheart moaning and squirming on her back in the hay. With a smile, Tomek wandered his muzzle down her body, teasing his lips over the tender nipples, giving playful bites to her midriff, just before his mouth settled hovering over the choice folds of her tender snatch. Hot breath tickled her moist lips as he saw that shy look, a little nod on her blushing, freckled face as if to say go ahead...

Tomek couldn't help but shoot her a wry little grin, the same mischievous look you'd see on a raccoon who just broke into the hen house. On his exhale, the dad's soft tongue lolled out lazilly, bringing the tip down until it met the bottom of her lips, sending a shiver down Maple's spine. He worked the digit slowly between the slick folds, groaning as he began to explore the sensitive spot with his tongue. Slowly, two fingers reached up to spread her slit, a deep moan escaping her snout as he probed the insides of her soft folds. The MILFy sow gasped, trying to close her legs a little, but was quickly overpowered, a firm hand on her inner thigh holding her back just as the tender tongue hit her clit, digging the cherry out from its hood with a sloppy swirl and lick.

"O-oink! Ohhhh... w-wheee!!" The drippy piggy gasped and threw her head back in a squeal loud enough to wake the neighbors. Tomek lifted his head slowly, lapping his tongue over his muzzle to catch the dewy drops of girl juices running down his whiskers.

"Mmmm so that's what he'd taste like... you compliment Devin so nicely...." He mused aloud, lost in a moment of predatory lust that caught the sweet sow off guard.

"What was that you said?" Maple asked, her floppy pig's ears twitching as she cocked her head to the side with a wry smirk.

"O-oh uhh, nothing, nevermind..." Tomek couldn't help but free his arousal from his pants, softly pumping it with a hand before adding, "I want to make you really squeal, piggy." She almost snorted out laughing at the comment, dissolving back into a moan as he lined up his cock with her tender lips and pushed inside. As soon as he was in, Maple surprised her raccoon romp by grabbing him tight into a kiss, the middle-aged lovers holding each other as they slowfucked.

"C'mere you trash animal..." She whispered softly, huffing and gasping as his hands massaged her breasts slow, thick hams getting slapped with her lover's thighs, his hefty length hitting just the right spots, grinding against her tender clit with each thrust. Hot, huffing moans rolled off their tongues between sloppy, haphazard kisses, the love that could never last kindling from the raw smolder in their hearts as they fucked. It wouldn't take long, passion catching up with them as Tomek quickened his pace, a sudden gasping shudder as Maple lost control first, squealing out in bliss and need as desire blossomed deep within her loins. Clenching down on her lover's cock just in time, the two shared their mutual orgasm, locked together in the heat of the moment and each other's arms.

They would hug close through the afterglow, soft whispers and kisses as the two collected themselves, sweaty and happy. After brushing off the hay from their clothes, and sharing one last kiss before, they headed back to Maple's home hand in hand. Tomek made sure to drive home that evening with the car windows down, just to make sure his son didn't whiff anything on his pants. But DJ was so distracted, happy for the once in a lifetime opportunity, that he hardly noticed his dad smelled of the barn he'd rolled in. Most of the ride was the usual father-son conversation, until DJ asked a question that sank his father yet again.

"So... why can't Mom come home with us, Dad? Why did she... do that?"

"Well... er..." Tomek drummed at the steering wheel softly as he mulled over the best answer. "Your Mom felt she had a calling... like your Dad. Some people in life feel that way about themselves, that they have a purpose. But you know... you can be anything you want to be. Sometimes... uh... sometimes when you're old enough and set on one path, it can be really hard to change that path."

"She's livestock now, forever?"

"Y-yeah, kiddo."

"Can... can Mom come and visit? Like we visited her?" The question was innocent enough, Tomek's eyes lighting up the moment he heard it.

"Uh... I... I don't see why not? I might have to do some negotiating to make it happen but... uh... how about..." The raccoon didn't want to over promise, but his desire to please was a little too strong. "How about I see if Mom can come home for Christmas?

Tomek sighed as he took the corner into the Celhog Farms entrance, the icy road slick and ill suited for his family sedan. Everything had been planned, a fair trade of $400 with old man Celhog assuring him she would be ready for pickup for the holidays. But as Tomek drove down the lane of breeder homes, he was surprised to see Maple's was dark and empty, the mailbox even removed from the front... that wasn't like Maple. A worried but kind-hearted chicken pointed him to the big barn out back of the farmer's home.

It would take an icy trudge through hard pack snow to reach the barn, the old hog farmer catching Tomek just outside the barn door, his puffer coat only making the rotund swine appear all the more portly.

"Tomek? Heh, didn't think you'd be by to pick up dinner till this evening?"

"Dinner? I... I'm here to pick up Maple?"

"That's what I said!" The farmer snorted out a chuckle, his salt and pepper overgrown eyebrows raising in laughter as hot fog curled from his mouth. "Heh, don't worry, the boys got her strung up, it'll probably only be a few hours be-"

"S-strung up? What are you talking about?"

"You ordered her for Christmas dinner?" The hog looked genuinely, confused cocking his head to the side as he did. "I said I was gonna get her prepped up for you to take home, that usually means gutted and cleaned, roasted too." Tomek's heart sank in his chest, clenching both fists as he shook his head.

"N-no you lard for brains, she's my son's Mom, I am taki- oh oh god, Maple!" Tomek pushed past the bewildered hog just as he heard the sickening wet noise of flesh slicing, blood splattering, a familiar cry as the raccoon crashed through the stall door in time to see Maple's head flop backwards. The knife had slit from ear to ear, tracing a perfect cut through windpipe, veins and arteries, the bound and struggling sow thrashing wildly as the first gushes of blood flowed hot down her face, showering into the trough in deep rhythmic pulses in time with her heartbeat. Tomek could barely see the glistening tears on her eyes as she gasped, hot blood forming bubbles on her gurgling windpipe, popping and spattering as the raccoon rushed to her. He ignored the slick and drenching blood spilling out onto the slatted wood floor as he tried to cradle her head, tried to apologize... it was all just a misunderstanding... it wasn't supposed to be like this...

Tomek white knuckled the steering wheel as he cannonballed home, a thin smear of blood still on his hands as he played it over and over again in his head. A cigarette hung from the edge of his mouth, the old man hadn't smoked since his 20s, but the stress was far too much to bear. Of course, his disheveled state showed when he went into the gas station to buy a pack, the owner practically giving him the carton to get the blood speckled raccoon out of his shop. Lighting up, he tried to breathe the smoke out the window, a soft cough from the back seat reminding him why he had to be careful driving home on the dark winding roads. At long last he came to a stop in his driveway, eyes welling up as DJ stepped tentatively out the front door, confused why the car was so empty.

"I... oh god..." the words Tomek had practiced so many times on the drive fell like dead air as the big raccoon stepped out of the car, the dad cradling his son tight in his arms. "The... they... the farm made a mistake... big... big mistake..."

Now it was DJ's turn to cry, his throat tensing as the young porker began to quiver in his adopted father's embrace. "Wh- what do you mean, Dad? What happened?"

"They... they thought I was trying to buy your mom... for Christmas dinner... n-not to come to di-di-dinner..." Tomek could hardly contain his emotions as the two began to sob on the front porch, together in heartbreak as they mourned in the frigid cold... The raccoon sighed as he leaned back against the car, cradling his little one tight until his tears ran dry, sobbing sniffles the only thing he could muster. Pursing his lips, Tomek took a deep breath and finally said. "I... I know it's not much... but... Mom wanted you to have this, before she... went."

Tomek pulled out his phone, tapping at the screen a few times before it pulled up a video on the screen. It was Maple, smiling in the warmest way, her eyes still twinkling in the quiet of the home.

"DJ, this... this is for you, son. I still- um... I wanted to leave you something to remember me by. To remember your family by. I don't want you to cry, now. If... if I wasn't going to be meat for you and your father, it would have been for someone else. And I..." her snout turned up in a soft smile. "And I can't be happier knowing that I will... get to be a part of you. A part of you always and forever."

Tomek sighed as he held his boy tight, trying to let him lean in. It felt like he was destined to have poor luck with people in his family when it came to predatory accidents... but the adoptive dad wasn't about to let DJ out of his arms.

"So... please, enjoy me, DJ. And you'll always know I came home for the holidays like you wanted. And ...uh, take care of Walker for me too, okay?" Almost on cue a perfect raspberry punctuated the somber moment of quiet. The two turned to the car window to see the now three-month-old kitten, his cute brown face blowing bubbles and arms reaching up as he lay in a car seat, kicking his legs playfully as he did.

"Dad?" DJ asked quietly, sniffing back a drooling tear as he started to laugh nervously at the absurdity of the situation. "...he's not going to get eaten too... is he?"

"You can't eat them all, kiddo..." Tomek shook his head and chuckled, opening the car door to take his new adopted kitten home.

New Year's Day had come and gone, DJ finally settling in for the start of the new year. He sighed quietly as he walked through the house, absent-mindedly reading the screen play for his upcoming semester, the new comedy Fat Pig. He was still sore for not having gotten the titular role, but at least he was going to enjoy the content of the play. Smiling he stepped into the kitchen to the hearty smell of breakfast being made by dad.

"Hey kiddo... hope you're hungry. Scrambled eggs today?"

"Dad, you only make scrambled when you mess them up."

"Tch! It's not messing up, it's a fortunate mishap. Mmm... two strips of bacon?

"Yeah, and milk too." Dad smiled as he played the domestic role, serving up a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs to his boy. Settling down at the table, he was about to tuck into his meal when he saw DJ staring at him with an incredulous look on his face.

"...what's the matter?" Rather than say anything, DJ scowled as he held up the crisp strip of bacon to his dad, the rasher having clearly been cut from a sow's belly as the strip contained a row of nipples. "...don't give me that, I know you're getting sick of mom, but we've got so many leftovers to get through."

"Dad, it's not that, I-"

"No buts, DJ. If you don't want to eat your mother, you can have a can of your father instead." DJ grunted, knowing the threat was very real. Defeated, the boy sighed and pushed around the eggs on his plate, before finally digging in to the leftovers of his holiday dinner.

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