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Gruk'thar woke in the middle of the night, sweating. He couldn't remember his dream, but he knew it was about his brother. Bor'dan still had not turned up, five days later, and he was beginning to wonder if Griselde was right. Oh, he'd _told_her she was right already - she'd forced him to admit that. But secretly, every morning, he expected to see his younger brother sleeping in his cot in the corner of the small shack, ready to get up and tend to the pigs.

He glanced across the room. The cot was empty.

Well, there were _some_advantages to Bor'dan's absence, at least. He didn't have to listen to Griselde and his brother bickering all the time. And with Bor'dan gone, the hut was the perfect place to be alone together. Gruk'thar and Griselde must have fucked each other a dozen times already - no need to wait for Bor'dan to head to town, or to sneak behind the shed. But still, he missed his brother.

Gruk'thar realized he was already hard, just thinking about Griselde. The butch, beautiful Orc lay beside him, sleeping, and briefly he considered waking her. She'd complain, though, at least until she was bouncing up and down. Grunting, he slid out of the bed, deciding to walk his lust off in the cool, night air.

Durotar was beautiful at night. The dark, red dust and clay took on the color of dried blood in the moonlight, and only the rats were working busily. Everything else was asleep, waiting for the dawn to start their busy days. Gruk'thar shivered a bit, wearing only what amounted to a nightgown, but he shrugged it off like any good Orc would. He walked over to the pig pens, one for Boinker, and one for the sows. All of them were asleep.

Gruk'thar leaned against the wooden fence, gritting his teeth so hard that his tusks dug lightly into his cheek. The sow never had taken the boar as a mate, despite his best efforts. She'd kept her rump firmly away from the boar, too frightened to do what should have come naturally. He could still smell her heat, sniffing slightly to pinpoint which one of the four she was. She was huddled in the corner, her chest rising and falling fitfully.

"This first heat must be hard on you," Gruk'thar said softly, though he knew no one would hear him. "Unfamiliar feelings, burning need, and only Boinker to teach you. He may be a little rough, piggy, but you'll find it worth it in the end..."

Griselde had suggested modeling what to do for the pig, and though the sow had watched the two Orcs going at it, she had seem unimpressed. Maybe if he had another sow in heat to put in with Boinker? But none of the three were - this sow's heat was in the wrong season. Another, gentler boar? But he couldn't afford it, and stud fees were ridiculous, with no guarantee that she'd take the unfamiliar male, either.

Ha, he thought. If Bor'dan were here, he'd have joked that Gruk'thar himself should bugger the sow; introduce her to the pleasures of the flesh. Of course, then he'd liken Griselde to an old sow...

But maybe...why _not_try it? If the sow wouldn't breed, she would have to be culled, and the farm desperately needed more piglets. Gruk'thar had heard of pig farmers shagging their pigs, but never for an honest purpose. Griselde would be furious if she found out, but she didn't need to know. Nothing could wake the woman. It's not like he _wanted_to fuck the sow. He'd just show her the ropes so that the next time she was in the pen with Boinker, she'd know what to do. Griselde would get her full night's sleep, he'd get rid of his pesky boner, and the pig would finally figure out her purpose in life.

Good thing Bor'dan isn't here - he'd wake and investigate by the second squeal.

* * * * *

Bor'dan woke suddenly, rough hands on his back. He reached for his axe before realizing that he wasn't in his bed. His axe wasn't nearby. He didn't have hands.

"Oink!" he squealed, startled. He'd been having a nightmare about Boinker of course, having some so close to being fucked by the aggressive boar. At least Gruk'thar hadn't resorted to holding him down for the boar. Clearing his head, Bor'dan saw that his assailant was his own brother.

_In the middle of the night? Why?_Bor'dan felt himself lifted off the ground, and he was helpless to stop the powerful Orc. Oh, he'd have fought Gruk'thar, and beaten him bloody if he weren't trapped in this sow's body. As it was, Bor'dan found himself placed face-first into the corner of the pig sty, Gruk'thar kneeling behind him.

"Calm down, pig," his brother spoke softly, running his hands down Bor'dan's back. It rankled to be petted. "I'm not putting you in with Boinker."

_I guess hoping that Gruk'thar had finally figured it out was too much to ask._Bor'dan grunted, trying to turn around to face his brother, but the Orc's grip held him firmly in place. He glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes. He'd been too tired to attempt another drawing after his day avoiding Boinker, but now he wished he'd started early. Bor'dan knew that if he acted too strangely, his brother would think he had a sow gone mad and cull him for meat.

"Yet," Gruk'thar continued, sliding his left hand down Bor'dan's left hind leg to hold him in place while the right hand went to the Orc's sleeping robe, which lay immersed slightly in the mud. "I'm going to show you that there's nothing to be afraid of."

Bor'dan watched as his brother used one hand to lift the cloth up and over his head, revealing his green, naked body. Gruk'thar may have become a bit lethargic around Griselde, but it didn't show on his muscular frame. Bor'dan had seen his brother naked hundreds of times before, but not like this. Between the Orc's legs, Bor'dan saw a thick, firm, tapered Orc cock. _What is he -_Bor'dan thought, before finally putting his brother's words and actions together. Shocked, he squealed, and when Gruk'thar released his leg in order to remove the nightgown completely, Bor'dan took off.

He only ran three paces before Gruk'thar caught his right leg, sending the pig barrelling face-first into the mud. Growling, he pulled the sow back to him, dragging Bor'dan back to the corner, where he kicked and oinked.

"Get back here," Gruk'thar growled, kneeling behind the sow. Bor'dan squirmed and kicked, managing a solid blow that just barely missed his brother's dangling sac. _If only..._Missing had the opposite effect - Gruk'thar groaned and leaned over his transformed brother, legs flush so that Bor'dan couldn't kick. The strong hands curled around his waist, leaving Bor'dan completely vulnerable, and with no doubt about his brother's intentions.

He's planning to fuck_me! His own brother!_ He'd never taken his brother for a pig-fucker.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Bor'dan grunted when he felt something poking up against his rump. _This can't be happening. Griselde!_He never thought he'd be desperate to see that witch's face, but waking the bitch up was his only hope. Dropping his jaw, he bellowed as loud as he could, the squeals echoing off the red rocks of Durotar.

His cries were cut off as a large, calloused hand clapped around his muzzle. Bor'dan bit down, but Gruk'thar just ignored it, effectively cutting of the noisy protest. _Had Griselde heard? Would she investigate?_Bor'dan could barely move and hardly speak now, completely at his brother's mercy.

With one arm around Bor'dan's belly and one hand in his mouth, the huge Orc slid his hips, searching. _No, no, no, no, stop this!_Bor'dan thought. But Gruk'thar was no mind reader. Bor'dan felt the hard point poking under his useless, curled tail, but all he could do was pray to hear Griselde's outraged voice. Knowing that bitch, she'd probably encourage him on, just to watch.

Finally, Gruk'thar found Bor'dan's soft entrance, pausing with his cock at the precipice. "Relax, girl; you'll enjoy it."

_I won't, and I'm not a girl! I'm your brother!_he wanted to say. He'd have gladly risked being culled if he could dance or oink in weird patterns to convince his brother that something odd was going on, but now he couldn't move or say anything. Clenching his eyes shut, Bor'dan waited for the inevitable -

Thrust!

Gruk'thar pushed his sharp tip into the sow, an inch at a time, spreading Bor'dan's wet pussy apart. He was huge - bigger than Boinker - but was slow and steady. Bor'dan whimpered as the thick rod spread him apart, the Orcish cock holding the his rump in place even tighter than the Orc's arm around his belly.

Bor'dan squealed and bit down on his brother's hand, but nothing slowed the Orc's gentle push. He could only shudder as his virgin folds engulfed Gruk'thar with a high-pitched, wet squish, his tight pussy bulging. He tried to deny it, but it was really happening, and his brother wouldn't take no for an answer. His rump wasn't made for such a thick cock, but that didn't stop his cunt from shuddering in a sudden rush of pleasure that Bor'dan had to fight with all of his power. The way Gruk'thar's dick rubbed inside his spasming hole sent his piggy hips humping, but while Bor'dan couldn't stop the feelings in his loins, he could flatten his ears and groan, his head doing its damndest to ignore the growing bliss that threatened to overtake him.

_I don't want this!_he thought, though now that a full half of his brother's cock was stuffed inside of him, he could barely see straight. Why did it have to feel so good? His useless, curled tail was standing up straight now, which, coupled with his muffled moans, led Gruk'thar to release his grip on Bor'dan's snout.

Now, instead of a death squeal, Bor'dan dropped his jaw and _grunted_so fast, the sound blurred into a _purring_rumble, his hips bouncing up and down on the thick spear as his brother's tip finally reached the end of the line. Snorting, Bor'dan glanced over his shoulder to see that Gruk'thar was still three inches from hilting himself, but this is where the big Orc stopped, holding himself deep inside his horny little sow.

"Now, see, it's not so bad..." he said, giving Bor'dan time to adjust to his size. "Don't you think it might be nice to let Boinker do this? He can give you what I can't."

_No,_Bor'dan groaned, bucking his hips. _It wouldn't be nice!_What he needed was a shaman or a priest to return him to his true form - he decidedly _didn't_need a litter of piglets! Gruk'thar continued, "Now that you've got a taste - how about I put you in there with him?"

Bor'dan was torn. He didn't want anything to do with Boinker, but at least he'd get his brother out of him. Grunting, he nodded his head, though he doubted Gruk'thar would even notice. Throw me in the pen so I can refuse that boar again - anything to get you off of me!

It seemed for a moment as if his hopes would be met, but his ears drooped when he heard Gruk'thar groan, "Though maybe you could use a full lesson..."

Though Bor'dan gave his best wail, Gruk'thar's mind was made up. He was doing this for the pig, yes, but Gods be damned she was tight! If he'd already gone this far with her, what harm was there in finishing her off? She certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention! Body shivering from his effort to restrain himself, Gruk'thar slowly pulled his hips back, dragging backward with a wet_splorp!_until just his head lay buried in her clenching cunt.

"Nnng," he groaned. "You'd better brace yourself, girl..."

A sow wouldn't have understood, but Bor'dan sure did. Tensing his muscles, he dug his cloven hooves into the dirt, gritting his teeth. Gruk'thar's grip on his belly hadn't weakened in the least, so what use was there in fighting it? Closing his eyes, Bor'dan spread his legs and whined.

Tugging back on his livestock, Gruk'thar slammed into her, _pounding_her innermost wall with his green, pointed tip. He held himself back just enough, blunting the blow. _God, she's like a vice on my cock!_Griselde was much bigger than this sow, and the difference was noticeable. He was squeezed on all sides by the pig's pulsating pussy, which only grew stronger each time he pulled back. It was as if she couldn't bear to let him go.

Which wasn't far from the truth. As much as Bor'dan wanting nothing to do with his newfound feelings, his body had other plans. His heat-swollen passage trembled with each of his brother's thrusts, pulling him deeper and trying to hold him there, as if a half-foot of Orc cock just wasn't enough. Squealing, Bor'dan slammed his hips backward, impaling himself. Lust was engulfing his mind, and the former Orc couldn't distinguish his own thoughts from his body's - or was there a difference at all?

Gruk'thar would have been thrilled to slam himself balls deep in his piggy, but the point was to convince her she'd _enjoy_her time with Boinker, not risk hurting her! Grunting, he managed to hold himself back, simply pressing his tip against the opening to his brother's fertile womb. As much as he would deny it to Griselde, there was something appealing about the sow. The animal gave in, body and soul, to his whims, while Griselde always seemed to be the one in control.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and neither could she. Gritting his teeth, Gruk'thar resisted the urge to stick her completely, loosening his grip on her belly for the first time. Instead, he pressed his hips forward, clenching his fists until they turned bright green. When his tip kissed her trembling wall, he groaned and lost it, balls squeezing as he filled his brother's shuddering cunt.

Bor'dan didn't make any effort to flee once his brother's grip weakened. He couldn't think of anything but his huge, buried shaft. Dropping his jaw, he tossed his head back and squealed, his hindquarters exploding into bucking spasms. Each warm _gush_of cum only sent a new wave of pleasure through Bor'dan's pussy, and for the moment, he couldn't care less that he was a horny, dirty sow, nor did it matter that the one inside him was his older brother. The only thing that mattered to him right now was the shockwave coursing through his wide, pink-skinned rump.

Griselde slept through the whole thing, squealing and moaning and all. When Gruk'thar was finally spent, Bor'dan was still shuddering and humping away. He popped out of her, grimacing at the look of the pig's sopping, dripping pussy. _I can't believe I just did that!_he thought. Still, his mission seemed accomplished. Even now the sow was trembling and grunting. "I take it you get it now?" he chuckled. "I'll let you rest, but in the morning, you'd better take this experience with you to Boinker, or I'm not sure I'll be able to convince Griselde not to turn you into bacon."

Bor'dan collapsed in the mud. What am I going to do? he snorted, watching his brother casually don his nightgown as if he'd never just fucked a pig. Bor'dan realized that his options were finally running out. In the morning, he'd be tossed back in with Boinker, and unless he came up with a miracle, he wouldn't be leaving the pen without a belly full of piglets.

* * * * *

Bor'dan didn't come up with a miracle, but he did have a plan. The next morning, Gruk'thar picked him up and placed him in the pen with the eager, musky boar. Griselde was there, too, ready to seal his fate if he so much as swivelled his hips away from the male. No, _this_time, Bor'dan couldn't give any impression of resistance, or do anything too strange.

I could almost swear she knows_who I really am!_It wouldn't surprise Bor'dan if Griselde wanted him dead; he certainly wouldn't mourn _her_passing.

No, Bor'dan had to make _Boinker_want to back out, and at first he'd been at a loss. There was nothing the boar liked more than to pound a pig pregnant, and judging by the way his newfound pussy ached, he was definitely receptive. If his sweaty night with Gruk'thar had taught him anything, it was that no one really gave two shits about what a sow wanted, as long as she was producing more meat for the Horde.

He knew from experience how hard it was to dissuade a horny male, but he did remember one drunken night at a tavern in Ratchet when he'd gotten a little too frisky with a Tauren cow. "No," hadn't been enough then, either, but when he grabbed her, she shoved her massive knee straight into his wrinkled, green balls, and that had spoiled the mood straight away.

Bor'dan glanced over at his adversary. The boar was already grunting and sniffing, walking in short circles as he scented the air. The former Orc got a good look at his equipment. He'd never thought too much about a pig's balls before, though even he'd noticed how large they were. They didn't dangle, really, tightly packed beneath his tail, sticking out several inches from his haunches.

He couldn't just kick the big orbs. That would get him turned into pork stew. No, he needed to appear like he was totally into it. Gritting his teeth, Bor'dan realized that he was going to have to do the unthinkable - he was going to have to let Boinker start fucking him. Once he was getting plugged by that porcine prick, his brother would take him off the endangered species list. Then, with a well-placed shove...if he could somehow smash the unsuspecting boar into the fence, he might be able to survive with a small measure of dignity intact.

He kept his rump to the fence, which dismayed Gruk'thar. His brother said, "Come on, girl, you know what you need to do..." He didn't explain exactly _how_he knew that. Griselde had no idea that her boyfriend had spent the last night buried beneath a curly tail. Bor'dan had to risk it though, for positioning.

Boinker wasn't going to be turned off by a little show of disapproval, though. As far as he was concerned the only part of me that mattered was my swollen little cunt, and it wasn't long before he was standing next to me, his sweaty, grey skin rubbing against my own. He shoved his snout behind me, smelling me from the source, and I had to quell the urge to reach over to his fat orbs and give him a nip he wouldn't forget. Not yet!

Shivering, Bor'dan took a fateful step forward. This was it, the beginning of one of the worst plans in his entire life. Still, it was all he had left. Where he was standing now, Boinker would mount just inches away from the solid, wooden fence. If Bor'dan could hold his ground, a well-placed backwards thrust would sent his balls _smack_into the fence. Gruk'thar and Griselde would never blame the sow for what happened.

Before that could happen, however, he had to give Boinker what he wanted. He spread his legs, wincing at his brother's "There you go, good girl!" He really didn't need the encouragement! Flipping his small, curled tail up, Bor'dan spent his last moment of decency thinking up new curses for the mage that had done this to him. Couldn't he have at least made him a _boar?_Judging by Gruk'thar's groans the night before, fucking a sow wasn't so bad.

Boinker wasn't one to reject an open invitation. Oblivious to how close the fence behind him was, the boar hopped on board. Bor'dan grunted from the enormous weight of his soon-to-be mate, but the pig's stubby legs at least couldn't get a very strong grip on his hips.

"I guess our little show yesterday did the trick," the wretched wench of a woman cackled.

"W-what?" Gruk'thar gasped, momentarily forgetting that he and she had given the 'sow' a rather first-hand glimpse into Orcish mating behavior the day before. He recovered quickly, "Oh, right. That..."

"What did you _think_I meant?" she said, looking him over.

"Sorry, I just...forgot."

Let him sweat. Bor'dan would _relish_a falling out between the two, though he would have picked a different reason than cheating on her with the sows. But the younger brother had rather bigger concerns at the moment. The next stage of the plan was about to begin. Clenching his eyes shut, Bor'dan dug his hooves into the dirt and tried futilely to forget about the fat, sweaty pig on his back who was moments away from rutting all over him.

Ears flat, he squealed, just seconds before the boar _slammed_forward, his thin, corkscrew cock launching forward from his furred sheath. It was nothing like Gruk'thar's. While the Orc's thick shaft had stretched Bor'dan's pussy in every direction, rubbing up against his sensitive walls, Boinker was too long and thin to make much of an impact. In a way, this was a relief for the transformed Orc - he could almost ignore what was happening to him.

That is, until Boinker's thrusts began to rock him forward. Bor'dan_had_to hold his ground in order to keep the boar's big balls flush up against the fence, but the grunting beast's hips were close to knocking the sow into the ground. Straining, the smaller pig dug in and pushed back, frantically trying to keep his ground. All the while, he could feel the slimy, serpentine cock drilling deeper and deeper into his trembling cunt.

Bor'dan could feel the first _gushes_of precum streaming into him. Those gigantic orbs were big for a reason! It wouldn't be long before the irrevocable occurred, a minute, maybe two, but the former Orc was starting to wonder if he could even carry out his plan. Boinker's thrusts pushed his whole weight down upon Bor'dan, and it took all the sow's strength just to stay put. How could he ever manage to slam the huge beast backward, even only the few inches that he needed?

Bor'dan sobbed. First Gruk'thar, and now this. He was pinned beneath their prize boar, not just in front of his brother, but also Griselde. His only consolation was that neither knew who wore the sow's pink flesh, but his cheeks were burning red at the horrifying realization that he wasn't going to escape this fate.

_She_wasn't. Bor'dan couldn't know for sure that she could get pregnant, but she felt it. She was a sow in heat, and only fooling herself. There would be no valiant rescue or happy reunion. If neither Orc had figured it out by now, they never would. Boinker was going to plug her womb up with a gallon of cum, and she would grow fat and full with wriggling little piglets, and no one would look twice. She squealed as she felt his curled tip poking up against her cervix like her brother the night before.

This was the moment, Bor'dan realized. His hips were flush with hers, and with a well placed shove, she could do it! Somehow in her despair, she had held her ground, deep furrows in the mud at her hooves. I can do this!

Grunt!

Boinker took that moment to squeeze forward one last time, and this time, his tip didn't stop at her wall. Bor'dan's eyes popped wide and her jaw dropped as she felt him snake his spiral cock right into her cervix. Years of breeding pigs hadn't taught the transformed Orc all the details of how a sow's innermost wall was curved just like the boar's. Now, she felt it first hand, his cock now feeling as wide as a tree trunk as it shoved her sensitive walls apart, sealing tightly inside of her with his tip poking straight into her fertile womb.

No, he wasn't sealing inside her. She was sealing him. As soon as he coiled deep within her, she shuddered and _clenched_down around him, locking him inside her. He couldn't back out now if he tried.

Still, she had to give her plan a last ditch effort. If she smashed him hard enough, he might just let her go! Bor'dan steeled herself for her powerful shove, but it never came.

Instead,_he_came. Her sensitive pig ears could pick up the _splishing_sound as it grew into a _splashing_flood inside of her, as Boinker claimed his sow. Still, she should have shoved him back, but how could she? As soon as his thin cock began to twitch and jerk inside of her, she tossed her head back and screamed. Her wound, stuffed cervix convulsed around him, sending a wave of pleasure she'd never felt before. It paled compared to the orgasm she'd shared with Gruk'thar. Her eyes were wide open and staring at the sky, but she was temporarily blind, all of her senses overloaded in order to deal with the onslaught of bliss that engulfed her entire body from the tip of her tail to her drooping, drooling tongue.

She did thrust, but up and down, not backwards. She bucked her hips wildly, squeezing and clenching down on the eager boar's cock as he began the long process of dumping his nuts into her belly. Bor'dan didn't even care, groaning_and _squealing_beneath Boinker. With a whimper, she lowered herself onto her front knees, letting gravity pull the boar's thick, gooey contributions even deeper. For his part, the boar just lay on her back, _snorting_and _squirting.

_What...what...?_was the best Bor'dan could formulate in her mind. She knew vaguely that she was letting herself get rutted hard, drenched in sweat and bloated with cum, but she couldn't string two clear thoughts together into any reaction. So she was getting knocked up, what about it? Wasn't it worth it for the sheer ecstasy shocking her every last neuron?

Gruk'thar cheered her on, and even Griselde seemed to be in a good mood. A brood sow was definitely more valuable than the bacon on her bones. Bor'dan knew that her new life would offer plenty of opportunities to oink_beneath the big boar, and perhaps helping her brother's pig farm grow and prosper wasn't so bad. Knowing it was too late to stop the boar, she thought _Fuck me, Boinker! Give Gruk'thar eight - no ten! - little piglets, please!"

He was far from done, his thick balls clenching another load of creamy, white cum into Bor'dan's throbbing womb. Sweat drenched their bodies, as both swine drooled in wet ecstasy, rutting together in the mud. The squeals_and _grunts_echoed throughout the canyon for minutes on end. Bor'dan lost track of time, but she'd seen Boinker with the other sows, and he'd bred them for seven to eight minutes each. She'd heard how they squealed, but how could she have known that they were orgasming _that entire time.

She panted heavily now, legs wobbling as she tried to stay upright for the huge boar. The time had surely passed, hadn't it? But they were still going strong. She felt her stomach swelling outward with his thick cream. After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped, still buried inside of her.

_By the Warchief!_Bor'dan groaned, wondering how many Orcs who'd been permanently transformed during the second war had ended up in similar situations, or if the fresh sheep and pigs had simply been fed to Alliance gryphons.

Her relief was short-lived, as Boinker started pumping again. This time, his cream was thick, like a stream of pellets. She shivered as he flooded her tight cervix with stick globules, forming a messy seal inside of her as he slowly pulled out. The entire process took another two minutes, and left her bloated belly tightly plugged. Only then did Boinker finally grunt and hop down off of her.

"We'd better get her out of there," Gruk'thar said, concerned.

"She'll need another breeding anyway," Griselde countered.

"But she was so worried about him before..."

Griselde waved her hand at their stuffed pig. "Does she look worried any longer?"

In fact, Bor'dan was curled up in the mud, mouth half-open as she lay there, stunned. She had never experienced anything quite like that before, and she was exhausted.

"No, I guess not."

Griselde smiled. "Then let them have their fun."

Bor'dan flicked an ear, finally registering their conversation. She took a deep breath, then smiled. For once, she agreed with the wench.