Remark: Hey There. I have a small announcement to make. I've changed the spelling of Samantha's former fiancé's name from "Ourois" to "Oruas" for better pronunciation, but they are the same person. Enjoy reading!

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The Boar and the Better Wolf

The orphanage

It was a moonless night. With no moonlight, everything was pitched in total darkness. The second-floor bedroom windows were wide open, letting the breeze drift inside where twelve orphan animals slept soundly.

The entire orphanage was swallowed by silence, its hallways cloaked in pitch black. The only sounds were the faint, soft snoring of some of the children, the rustling of bodies tossing and turning, and the occasional thud of a baby goat’s hooves kicking against a bedframe in its sleep. Yet, in the first-floor caretaker’s room, there were those who remained wide awake in the dead of night.

Joshua and Samantha were locked in a passionate embrace. Both of their bodies were completely naked on the bed, their clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.

A single lit candle stood on the wooden table, casting its glow across Samantha’s body as she knelt on the mattress. She spread her knees apart to steady herself, both of her hands propped against the wooden wall above the headboard. Her naked, pink skin was damp and trembling. Joshua straddled her from behind, his thighs pressed flush against her backside. His body was entirely bare, his brown fur covering rippling muscles.

He moved into her with his powerful body, every thrust heavy, deliberate, and utterly irresistible. His bluntly trimmed claws dug deeply into her hips, leaving indentations in the soft flesh that would surely bruise by morning. His breath hit her spine in hot, ragged pants, like a furnace pressed flush against her back, while his other hand mapped her body as if exploring a new territory for the very first time—cupping her backside before sliding up to squeeze and knead her breasts. Every drive of his hips shoved her forward; Samantha fought to keep her balance, yet her body swayed helplessly under his relentless force.

“You’re clamping down so tight on me inside, my little slutty sow.” Joshua growled, lapping at her earlobe and the crook of her neck.

Samantha utterly hated herself for loving this so much. She hated how she reacted to Joshua’s touch as if he were the North Pole and she were the South, hopelessly drawn together.

The sow rolled her hips, grinding back against him in a wild, frantic craving for the wolf. He rewarded her by leaning all his weight down, pinning his fur-covered chest flat against her back. His teeth scraped lightly along the nape of her neck while one of his hands slid down to stroke and pleasure her slick, dripping clit.

Samantha cried out

“I’m your little slutty sow, Joshua. You rotten bastard wolf,” she shot back.

The breath from Joshua’s muzzle exhaled in heavy, ragged bursts because he was laughing.

“Yeah, I’m a rotten bastard wolf, Samantha. I want to ravage every single pig out there just so you can be my breeding sow alone.”

His fingers ground relentlessly against her clitoris, causing Samantha to dig her fingernails tightly into the wall.

“Fuck me harder.” she whispered.

He obliged. His hips transformed into a mechanical piston, delivering strokes so crude and violent that her entire body shuddered with every impact. Then, the wolf suddenly stopped. Still panting, her face slick with sweat,

Samantha turned to look at him in utter confusion.

“Joshua?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he hauled the sow from her kneeling position, flipping her over onto her back on the mattress.

Joshua grabbed her thighs, pinning them wide apart as he thrust his cock inside. He buried it in so deep he slammed right against her cervix, ripping a sharp, choked gasp from Samantha—completely stuffed, stretched wide, and utterly broken by the sheer, sickening pleasure.

The wolf sank all his weight onto her, pressing down hard where their bodies joined. She surrendered to him entirely, letting herself be folded, and used at his whim.

He picked up the pace, hammering into her with relentless, rapid strokes. By now, the room was thick with their mingled scents—the musk of sweat, the wild odor of the wolf, the heavy scent of the sow, and something primal and ravenous hanging in the air, seemingly soaking deep into the wooden floorboards.

Samantha wanted to take back her words about wanting it hard. Her entire body was shaking, her boobs bouncing violently with every impact, not to mention the folds of her thighs which were slick and drenched with her own juices. The sow closed her eyes, letting out a low, guttural moan in the back of her throat.

“You look so fucking turned-on right now.” the wolf growled. Leaning down to wrap his arms around her, he slammed his mouth over hers. The sow locked her arms around his neck, crossing her legs tightly behind his waist. Their chests pressed flat against each other, trading blistering body heat.

The breeze drifting through the slightly cracked window caused the candle flame to flicker wildly. The bed groaned and creaked under the weight of their grinding bodies. Their tongues tangled fiercely, Joshua’s fangs grazing against the sow’s bottom lip. His tongue tasted of mead and tobacco — strong, dark, and utterly savage.

They parted momentarily to catch their breath, a thick strand of saliva stretching between their lips. Down below, they remained tightly locked together, his thick length stretching her inside to the absolute limit. Through a veil of blissful tears, Samantha opened her eyes to meet his amber gaze. Those eyes looked back at her with absolute, consuming lust and obsession. Samantha softly called his name, an open invitation to continue.

The fur on the wolf’s face was tangled and soaked with sweat, yet he leaned toward Samantha submissively.

Under the silent shroud of the moonless night, just as their lips were about to touch, a massive CRASH echoed from outside, sounding as if something huge had been dropped.

Both of them froze.

“Get out, Joshua,” Samantha’s voice dropped to a low, commanding register. The wolf pulled his length out of her without a second thought.

The sow scrambled out of bed, grabbing the cotton nightgown crumpled on the floor and slipping it over her head before smoothing down her hair as best as she could.

“I’m going to go check it out.” she told Joshua, who had already pulled his trousers on and was blindly grooping around for his shirt.

“I’m coming with you,” the wolf said, finally fishing out his shirt and holding it in one hand.

“No, you aren't. The children shouldn’t see you right now,” she forbade him, reaching for a dull-colored wool cloak draped over a wooden chair and tossing it over her shoulders.

“Fine. I’ll wait in the room,” Joshua yielded easily.

Samantha grabbed her candlestick and slipped out of the room, padding silently down the dark hallway toward the source of the noise. As she neared the pantry, she raised the candle high, moving with absolute stealth while praying it was just one of the kids coming down for a late-night snack.

But what the dim candlelight revealed instead was a massive, hulking figure.

Samantha saw Oruas lounging heavily on the floor. It looked like he had been trying to make off with a massive prime cut of meat, but had clumsily knocked something over, causing a pile of provisions to come crashing down on top of him in total disarray.

“Oruas! How did you get in here? Get the hell out!” Samantha barked, anger rushing to her face until her cheeks burned hot.

“Shut your mouth, Samantha!” Oruas barked back, his voice thick and slurred with booze. He scrambled to his feet, stubbornly trying to clutch the heavy hunk of meat.

Samantha lunged forward immediately, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “Put that down right now! That belongs to the children!”

Oruas snarled, the stench of alcohol billowing from his breath and pores. He violently shook Samantha off, swinging his arm to shove her away. The female pig nearly stumbled backwards but managed to catch her balance.

““I’m reporting you to the Pig Association! You are dead meat!” Samantha screamed at him.

“You whore!” Furious, Oruas roared and charged right at her.

Yet, the shadow behind Samantha was infinitely faster. Joshua lunged past her in a blur—an display of speed unlike anything she had ever witnessed in her life. One split second, Oruas was throwing a punch at her; the very next, he was pinned flat against the floorboards. Joshua’s sharp claws dug into his windpipe, his jaws snapped wide open, long fangs bared and ready to bite Oruas’s head clean off.

“Don’t! Joshua!” Samantha cried out to stop him. She wasn't trying to save the thief; she was worried about Joshua. If anything happened to Oruas, his father would undoubtedly hunt Joshua down.

Joshua retracted his fangs and stood up, though his claws remained heavily pinned, keeping the wild boar trapped against the floorboards.

“Why the hell is this wolf here?!” Oruas barked, his voice a messy mixture of rage and terror.

It was too complicated to explain, and Samantha knew that answering him right now would do no good. Instead, she told Joshua to tie Oruas up and lock him in the pantry.

The loud commotion from the scuffle had awoken the children. Some slipped out of their rooms, peering down from behind the staircase railing. Two brave souls, Ludi and Bob, stepped forward.

“Go back upstairs, children.” Samantha instructed.

But the kids had already spotted Joshua.

“Mr. Joshua is here?!” Ludi squeaked excitedly, his fox ears snapping upright and his fluffy tail wagging back and forth.

“Go back up, sweeties.” Samantha firmly repeated, urging them back upstairs.

Ludi and Bob seemed to obey—well, just a little. They walked up two or three steps, paused, and leaned over to keep watching the drama unfold. Then, a pale face with the long ears of Dipp the bunny joined the fray.

The children’s eyes followed Joshua as he locked Oruas down, binding the thief hand and foot with a rope before shoving him into the pantry and slamming the door shut.

“I am going to say this one last time.” Samantha scolded. “Go upstairs. Anyone still down here doesn't get any apple pie tomorrow.”

Her threat worked like a charm. The children scrambled back to the bedroom, their tiny paws making heavy thumping sounds as they raced each other back to their beds.

At last, only Samantha and Joshua were left alone in the hallway. The kids were all gone. Oruas was locked in the pantry.

“What’s your next move?” the wolf asked.

“I’ll tell the kids and everyone else that I hired you as a guard because Oruas threatened us before. Rhea will be our witness… she saw him making a scene in front of the orphanage the other day,” the sow said, crossing her arms thoughtfully.

“And tomorrow, I’m turning him over to the Pig Association,” Samantha added, her final sentence sounding like a long-awaited wish finally coming true.

Joshua snapped his fingers. “You’re one clever sow.”

“How else do you think I became the head of the class?” Samantha replied flatly, before heading up the stairs to comfort and tuck the children back into their beds on the second floor.

The wolf opened the door and stepped inside the pantry, closing it quietly behind him. It was pitch black inside, save for the pathetic groans of Oruas echoing in the dark. The boar must have landed face-first when Joshua shoved him in, left completely helpless and unable to get up with his hands and feet bound tight.

Joshua fished a flint-striker from his trouser pocket—an essential tool he always carried, vital for his trade as a hunter. With a quick, practiced flick of his wrist, a bright spark flashed, bringing a small flame to life.

Fortunately, an oil lantern hung right beside the door. Joshua took it down, catching the flame from his striker onto the wick before turning the knob to feed more line, making the fire burn bright and casting a steady glow across the entire room.

Oruas was indeed lying face-down on the floor—a thoroughly pitiful sight. Joshua yanked hard on the rope binding the boar’s arms, forcing him up into a sitting position. The rough pull made the wild boar howl in pain as the cords dug deep into his flesh and strained his joints.

Never breaking eye contact, Joshua reached out with one hand, dragging an old wooden chair over. He sat down, straddling it backward with his legs spread wide, confronting Samantha’s ex-fiancé face-to-face. His amber eyes locked onto Oruas with cold disdain. The wild boar glared right back, his gaze dripping with an equal amount of hatred. Neither male broke the stare.

Oruas scanned the wolf from head to toe, a look of sudden realization washing over his face.

“So, it's you... Joshua.” Oruas growled in a low, raspy voice, thick with resentment. “I knew your name sounded familiar.”

Joshua crossed his arms over his chest in a posture of effortless superiority, flashing a cruel, mocking sneer that bared nearly every single one of his large fangs.

“Yeahhh—” he drawled slowly. “That’s me. Joshua.”