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Emelie couldn't take her mind off of the night before even as she walked around town simply looking for groceries. It still ached, and her swollen quim grated on her nerves with every step. She constantly had to stop after every few steps and lean against a wall to catch her breath. It became such a burden that she was about to call off shopping, turn-tail, and head home when her sister, Lily, popped out from a store and noticed her with a big wave.

"Heya Emelie! You doin' okay?" Emelie nodded her head at the question, but it must have been obvious that she wasn't doing so well because Lily reached up and placed a hand upon her head. "Oh dear, caught a cold?"

"Yeah... Ah think so." Emelie's head dipped as her sister began stroking it. Lily was the eldest sister, standing a fair bit taller than Emelie herself. She also had much bigger breasts, the plump size of which Emelie was now being cuddled into. They were a little suffocating, really, but Lily never seemed to notice.

"Tell ya what, how about you come over to my place? We can catch up, I heard ya built a house'a'hay?" She finally gave Emelie some fresh air as she pulled back, peeling the smaller sow from her chest. "Though I do have plans tonight, you wouldn't mind house-sitting for a couple hours too?"

Emelie wasn't sure. She won't be able to relieve this burning ache if she goes around her sister's house, and it was starting to get serious. On the other hand, maybe Lily will help take her mind off of it a little. "Alright, I just need to finish shopping and then I'll be over, sis."

They parted with a big hug and an adorable pair of shared smiles before Emelie awkwardly tried to make her way back home. Her plans for a quick and safe journey ended when she passed by a bakery. They had scrumptious freshly-baked apple pies sitting out on display, with the distinct tones of nutmeg and cinnamon drawing people around. Emelie decided on the spot that a pie may be a great gift for her sister. Plus, she could justify buying one if she knew she wasn't going to eat the whole thing herself. She walked over to the stall with that intention in mind but then frozen in place when she noticed a familiar shape looming from behind the stall holding a stack of pies. She went wide-eyed and a hot chill surged through her back. The eight-foot tall wolf donning an apron and an armful of pies froze too. They'd made eye contact. She wanted to run but she couldn't, her legs had become fixed in place.

"I'd- I'd like, um--" She stuttered and looked down from the big wolf, her throat turning dry. "Apple pie, please." She finally mustered and reached out with a few coins. They got replaced by a pie by that wolf's big claws. They sat fresh in her mind, clawing at her ass, pushing down on her head. She could still feel the marks. Her body was shivering. Finally she looked back up at him and gave an awkward little smile beneath her pig-nose. The wolf was a lot less scary after she remembered the night they'd spent growling and groaning together. The need to spend another night with that wolf, urged on by that heat between her thighs, made her grow a little more brave. "I'll be at my sister's tonight. I, um, will be alone from about six to eight. The wooden house on the hill." She blurted out before she could stop herself and ran away with her pie in hand.

Emelie endured a few hours with her sister as they shared the pie. It was surprisingly delicious, not to mention delicate. It was hard to believe that wolf was the one baking them, maybe he just sold them? All she could think about while talking with her sister was that ache, a void in her tummy that stretched beyond her belly button. The moment Lily left the house to her for a couple hours she breathed a great big sigh of relief and sunk into the chair. She gave the cautionary minute or two of waiting to make sure her sister wouldn't come busting back through the door after forgetting something, before she reached underneath her dress and brought her hand to her bald pussy. Her panties were completely drenched which had only added to the discomfort, threads of her oozing juices cascading from the fabric down to mingle across her thighs.

Her favourite toy was still back at home so she had to make do with what little she could do with her fingers, her palm creasing the hood of her folds and smearing across her clit while her fingers dabbled inside her fleshy pocket. Two fingers threaded into her slot with ease. The wolf had done a real number on her after moulding her to his size. Her fingers were far from enough, the poor pig growing frustrated as she drew the weakest little climaxes from herself.

Then, all of a sudden, a knocking came at the door.

"Little pig, little pig, won't you let me come in?"

Emelie leaped from the chair to the door in a fraction of a second, throwing the door open. The wolf was met with a lust-adled pig who had a bright blush on her cheeks and blemishes from her sky-rocketing blood pressure. She had been drooling without even knowing it, wet lines trailing down from her lips. He could see the trails that had streamed down the inside of her legs. The way she was panting and breathing was the icing on the cake. It didn't take his fat cock long to swell from its sheath as he saw that sight, and it took the pig even less time to cup her hand around his shaft and start kneading it with her hands.

"Bed." He pointed behind her towards the bed and she nodded her head and dashed over to it. She was on it, on her back, before he could even make it through the door. Still, he sauntered over to her slowly, to where the pig was now lifting her ass from the bed with her legs over her head. He brushed his clawed paw over her flank and watched the girl tremble, her hips pushing back just to try and get the wolf's hand to touch her inflamed snatch. He admired her for a while. Not just for her body, though those plump perfectly-round cheeks and the pudgy pink pussy and fat, tempting asshole were definitely worth admiration. He admired the way this pig was so eagerly offering herself to the predator twice her size, begging him with her body just to get another night of rough fucking in and ignoring any fear she rightfully should have fostered.

Giving her exactly what she wanted, while kind, would have been boring. The wolf was also curious about something else. The home they were in right now was not Emelie's, but her sister's. This sow begging for his cock was perverted enough to prioritise having a dildo over a nice, cosy home. He wondered if that ran in the family. He looked towards the bed-side drawers and then, curious as could be, rifled through them. He didn't just hit the mark, he got a bulls eye. In the top-most draw, easiest to reach from the bed, was a whole variety of toys, but a whole variety in one flavour. Indeed, a pattern quickly formed as he pulled out a large bottle of oil, then a fat plug, then a long string of peach-sized beads, then a fist-thick dildo with a wide flare at the base. A lot of toys, all for one very narrow purpose.

Emelie looked wide-eyed at all the toys that came out of that drawer. She was learning just a little too much about her sister, especially when she saw the largest of the toys dragged out. It was as big as the wolf's cock. The face the wolf gave as he smugly grinned and looked the collection over made her gulp. The ache she fostered was burning from her almost-bruised pussy, but none of these toys seemed to be the type to end up dealing with that itch.

The wolf stopped the pig when she went to roll over and kept her in that same embarrassing position. His big claws kept her still despite her wrestling around beneath him, and she could only gulp and nod when one of the wolf's big fingers pressed to her folds. It teased her, filling her with hope, threatening to dip into her needy slot, but then it wiped from her lips, carrying a cascade of her juices with it, and instead wiped against her pucker. Her lips crumpled together a bit as he pushed onto and then, with ease, into it, pressing in up to the knuckle. His finger was big, far bigger than anyone her size. It wouldn't be easy for a virgin to take a finger like that.

"Use your ass often?" The wolf asked while stirring inside of her. She closed her eyes and looked away, but his nails slowly drew along her cheek and threatened to draw blood. Her entire body tensed up, causing the wolf to feel her fat hole squeeze around his finger with its plush, pillowy circumference. "Do you?" She nodded her head quickly, fearing the second finger that was preparing to push into her. "More or less than your pussy?" The second digit began breaking through her resistance. The fingers of that wolf were comparable to the dicks of lesser creatures. Emelie knew that well because she'd shared her bottom with a lot of them: pigs, dogs, sheep, humans, there was a wide gamut of species that had shoved their cocks into her ass. She was a bit of a buttslut. That, though, is why she was trembling. A single finger was bigger than the dicks of some of those, and the second was starting to breach her outlet.

"Answer the question..." Emelie had forgotten the question as she felt another thick finger spreading out her ass, the ring of which burned at the challenge. She knew how to relax and how to let something push into her without hurting, but this was trying her limits. "Do you use your ass more, or less than your pussy?" The wolf asked once again and withdrew his fingers and reached for the bottle of oil. It wasn't a question she could answer just by nodding her head, which made her gulp as she tried to use her voice. "M- mor..e.." Her voice cracked and struggled through her throat, her body in a terrible state.

The wolf up-ended the bottle between her ass and filled up the wide channel between her cheeks with a lake of it, the cold syrup held in place precariously by her cheeks forming a valley. She was shivering because of how cold it was, having been stored at room temperature all the while. The cold was smeared and spread across her fat cheeks as the wolf brought his paws inwards towards the center of her butt and scooped up the oil and waxed it into her cheeks, his large paws groping and kneading her until she shined. Then, with a familiar finger, he pushed a little gap into her wide pucker and let the rest flow into her, the slippery goop oozing through her muscle to glide along her flesh.

He scooped up the beads next. The two of them were a little impressed by Emelie's sister, really. Each notch in that chain was almost as thick as Emelie's fists, and there were a lot of them. The wolf then put her ass to the test. He had to, really. His dick was fat and uncomfortable when taken up the ass, and there was also that wretched knot at the base that he'd so far been unable to stuff into the pig. These beads, then, were a little benchmark to see how she'd handle him later. Emelie grew fidgety and appropriately worried when the first orb was brought against her ass, the girl realising that they were far bigger than they looked. She started wishing he'd use his fingers instead after sitting that big red ball wedged against her supple ring. She knew she had no leeway in this argument, so she braced herself and gripped into the bed beneath her. She was going to need every bit of support she could get.

The poor bed sheets got crumpled up into Emelie's fist as the wolf started pushing the immense nut into her ass, her eyes going wide and her teeth gritting together. The wolf was far stronger than the resistance of her cramped butthole, and it's not like she could grip against it and push it out with all that oil in the way. There was no option but to whimper and think of something else while she felt her insides stretching out further than she imagined they could. It kept going and going too -- she thought she must have reached the half-way point of that bed ten times over, but it just kept getting wider and wider. The stretching in her backside started to scare her, causing her flexible pucker to tense up and squeeze. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for the wolf, the bead had been in just far enough that the panicked squeezing caused her to swallow the ball into her tummy, pulling it into her tush. Emelie breathed out at last. Her tummy ached and felt beyond uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to feeling herself crowning around that orb.

"One down," the wolf leaned over her and pressed the next bead against her ass, "three to go." The next bead went much better. It hurt and it made for the same theatrics from the struggling pig, but her resistance had wained and so it went in with relative ease. The next two, too, were swallowed into that now-greedy butt. He teased his finger around the hook, threatening to pull them from her. That, strangely, was when Emelie only just remembered that getting them in was only half the effort. She was already exhausted, and the last thing she wanted was to squeeze those spheres back out again. The wolf didn't really care for the red-faced near-hyperventilating pig, he started pulling.

Her entire body tried to jolt up in shock but the wolf held her down and started pulling the bead from her. She tried to squeeze it out, her hole flexing and squeezing while her insides did what they do best: push. Even then, getting them out was just about as easy as getting them in. With a pop and a whine the first bead shot out of her, oozing oil from it. The pig sank and started panting and shifting around in protest, but the next bead started wrestling with her ass and squeezed out despite her struggles. Each notch popped out of her with an immense ache that followed with intense satisfaction, Emelie's groans beginning to shift, slowly, towards moans. She started craving that overwhelming satisfaction that came when she squeezed the beads out, until at last she was free of them entirely.

The wolf was quick to take advantage of that gape while it remained as he climbed over her with his impressive cock in hand and plugged the crown of it into her ass. He watched her wince and shudder as he started pushing his girth in. It swelled up around the middle to something that was about the width of those beads, but it was now long, smooth, and digging in with one long and hard column. There wasn't the satisfaction and pause after each inch that let her relax like before, just stiff cock the whole way. He grew impressed with the little sow as she kept taking him deeper and deeper, though the sheer wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock on her face never waned. He reached an impasse just shy of his full length as he reached a bend. He figured out the largest dick she'd ever taken before him and gave a smug grin, before pushing further and reshaping her colon around his cock. In the end his entire fat shaft was plugged up her ass, with Emelie laying back with her tongue lolling out.

Emelie's tummy felt swollen and stuffed to the brim as if she'd just devoured an entire feast and couldn't even manage a sip of water. Her vision went a little hazy as sweat crept across her brow and stung her eyes, her entire body feverish and dribbling sweat to compensate. It was hard to say if she loved that fat shaft in her ass or hated that fat shaft in her ass. It hurt and it ached and it stung fiercely, but at the same time she wanted nothing more than for him to start pounding her ass and leave it in shambles. Her wish was swiftly granted as the wolf read her obvious fuck-crazed face and started thrusting his shaft into her ass. The satisfaction of feeling him withdraw, to slide the smooth texture along the wrinkles of her pucker and glide across the inside if her tummy and leave it empty, made her whimper nonsense, only for her to endure the returning stride that crammed the cock right back into her so hard their bodies smacked together. It was a yin-yang mix of mind-numbing satisfaction and toe-curling pain that made the little buttslut crave cocks up her ass in the first place.

"Grrrff!" The wolf groaned as he nailed Emelie into the bed and made it creak, his large hips bouncing off of her small frame as he drilled into her with all his might. The sweet cathartic moans he fucked out of the pig egged him on endlessly but made his nuts tense. She was enticing his need to knot her out of him, to satisfy that boiling at the base of his cock and spill its contents into her ass. He also wanted to enjoy railing the sow, to make her squeals never stop as they amplified with each plunge up her chute. The tight tunnel and the bucking slut around it was doing a good job of deciding things for him not long after. Her ass was just so small it adhered to every stroke and squeezed around it, and yet so pliable he could glide through her uninterrupted by Emelie's occasional need to squeeze and push back. It was too perfect for him and so before long he pushed her into the bed and fed his knot into her ass.

Emelie was completely out of it by the time the wolf started trying to plunge his knot into her. The fierce fucking, coupled with the day-or-so of needing a good fuck, knocked her senses out of her and made her think of nothing more than getting nutted in the ass. Those very senses came flooding back to her when the canine reminded her of his knot and started pressuring her hole to swallow around it. Her entire body tensed up and her legs folded, her teeth starting to grit and her jaw starting to ache. Her pucker peeled slowly around the impending weight digging into it until finally the wolf had enough give to just shove and pop into her. All well for him, but the extra two inches of cock up her ass and the double-fist sized knot now plugging her up made her convulse with delight, her body shuddering while gargled moans escaped her.

They shared a few wordless minutes of panting and gasping while he topped her up with goopy ropes of salty spunk, the capacity of which soon filled her to the brim. His knot eventually shrunk enough that he could begin his retreat, tugging it out and making Emelie tense up and squeal as he slipped the rest out from her, her muscle squeezing along every inch. He popped out and cum cascaded from her even despite gravity, pooling down the valley of her ass.

She dropped like a heavy sack of potatoes as he moved away from her after plugging her up with Lily's plug, saving her bed from what would have otherwise been a small puddle of cum pouring out onto it. Emelie couldn't move, she was completely exhausted and satisfied beyond belief. The wolf just looked her over with an exaggerated shrug and turned to make his way home, only to come face-to-face with another pair of pigs who were now standing in the doorway.