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Hello everyone!

I got this neat little idea, and being a busy good tiger, I decided to write it down, and I think that it turned out alright! Just something small and fun to make the Saturday a bit more fun, eh? Also got to experiment with another new species, woo for that!

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Have a fun read!

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Somewhere along Interstate 5, "Burt's Truck Stop" stood right off he highway, a box of white with the necessary neon sign on the top, announcing with gleaming, glowing letters that they were "BURT'S TRUCK STOP" and that they were "OPEN 24/7". The humble brick building was solitary in the black concrete expanse of the parking lot surrounding it, and at this hour, nearing midnight, it was almost deserted, save for the few big rigs that had stopped for the day, their owners perhaps having a nice nap, or eating something fat-dripping in the diner. Nothing really made it stand up from the countless similar little spots along these busy roads, it almost seemed generic, forgettable, just another stop on the endless highway.

But then again, when a huge rig made its lumbering way from the ramp and then pulled up into one of the marked parking spots for the trucks, and a stocky wolf jumped out, he knew that this place, which he had visited many times before, was not just an ordinary truck stop.

First off, the burgers were great, and Albert would happily spend some of his well-earnest rest period gobbling down one of those greasy treats that might have cost an extra dollar or two compared to the regular stuff, but those two extra dollars also meant that the burgers went an extra mile and even a big guy like Albert would only need to eat one, with fries, to be happy for quite some time. The idea of the burger was already making the rough-looking wolf smile a little, showing teeth, as he walked across the yard on stiff legs, and then pulled open the door to enter into the mysterious world of Burt's Truck Stop.

Cool, comfortingly cool air washed over him as soon as he stepped inside, making his furs bristle, almost. Albert couldn't help but think that Burt had really invested on some good AC, as he stood there, checking out the place. The dining area seemed mostly deserted, except for the odd trucker, probably half-asleep, or eyes glued to the television on mute showing the shopping network. Albert would probably not find much engaging company there, he decided, as he made his deliberate walk across the room, boot heels clicking onto the tiled floor. His eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar bear sitting behind the cash register on the other side of the counter that seemed all too small for the lumbering bear wearing a grey shirt that had the nametag "PHIL" on it. Blue light flickered over his furs, and Albert suspected that a small television was hidden somewhere under the counter, so that the sitting bear could watch it while appearing to be working.

"Howdy," Albert grumbled, tipping his head a little in greeting.

The bear seemed to be roused from some sort of a slumber, for his ears perked, and the tough-looking male gave the big wolf a suspicious look, dominant even from the sitting position and glaring up to the wolf who had just walked in.

"Yep?" the brown bear grunted. "Anything you need?"

Albert gave the bear a brief grin.

"Need to use the can," he said, scratching his belly quite openly even while standing there.

"That's gonna be one dollar," the bear mused, already standing up to operate the cash register.

Albert cleared his throat.

"I'd like to use the second bathroom," the wolf spoke.

The bear gave him a longer look, squinting a little, before he grinned, and tapped the cash register.

"That'll be one hundred dollars."

Albert pulled out his wallet and put down the sum of money on the glass counter in small bills that were instantly picked up by the bear and stashed into the newly opened cash register. The bear's huge paw dwarfed the receipt as he handled it back, along with a small white plastic card.

"That's to open to door, and you leave the card there before you get out, okay?"

The wolf picked up the card and held it in a closed fist, and winked.

"Ain't my first visit, I know the deal," the wolf smirked, tail swishing behind him slowly.

"Great job," the bear replied, already sitting down again on his high-backed chair behind the counter. "The door's off the to the left."

Albert gave the big sign-indicated door a glimpse, and nodded.

"Thanks, Phil."

"No problem," the bear grumbled, eyes fixed on the hidden television under his counter.

The wolf wasted no time walking over to the door labeled "TO SHOWERS AND BATHROOMS", and he pulled it open to enter into the tiled corridor, which had doors opening to the gents and ladies, and the shower rooms for the truckers to use when they were on the road. On the end of the corridor, there was a door labeled: "EMERGENCY EXIT," with a similar electronic lock on it as on the other doors, operated by the white slip of plastic currently held in Albert's paw. The wolf grinned to himself, making his way through the corridor that smelled like chlorine, before he reached the door and opened it with a simple swipe of the white little card.

The door opened with a necessary electronic beep and admitted the wolf into a small room, dimly lit, that only held two steel benches, and there was another door that must have left into a room beyond. The door behind him closed automatically, leaving the wolf to stand in the semi-darkness for a few moments.

Then he began to undress, quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping and pulling on socks and other pieces of apparel until Albert was standing there naked but for his trucker cap, in all his tall canine glory, muscles here and there, some extra mass on the other places, an unavoidable part of the job for him, of course, but he wasn't too far gone yet. The tall wolf scratched his balls and felt his sheath swell a little, as he stood there, staring at the door leading out from the small room.

It opened on its own, without any effort from him, pulling open, letting out a metallic screech, and more bright light entered the room, making the wolf squint.

"Come on," a loud voice boomed from beyond, a deep, rough voice that made the wolf's ears prickle.

Albert stepped forward, quietly, seeking the source of the voice from the room he had entered. It was a bizarre room, certainly not a regular truck stop bathroom or anything else that might hide behind such a non-descript door. No, this place was a dungeon, there was a bed without any sheets on it, just the mattress, there was a table that had leather straps hanging off it, there were stocks, there were chains and there were all kinds of things that you'd usually rate to be either kinky or bordering on the full-on disturbing. The walls were lined with shelves containing equipment enough to fill a sex shop, Albert was sure of that, and his cock approved of the sight of the masks, the toys and the handcuffs, all neatly arranged according to some system, surely, but the wolf wasn't sure whether it was in the order of painfulness or the order of kinkiness. It didn't really matter, his visual tour of the funky-smelling backroom paid its ultimate result, when he saw the big male standing there, a sight enough to make his furs bristle again.

The boar was tall and thickly muscled, his dirty-colored furs were smoothly combed, surprisingly so, and hung onto muscles that can't have been just good breeding, he had to work out to keep up that sort of bulk, especially since he definitely wasn't 20 years old anymore. He was tall, hulking, imposing and the grin on his snout was only enhanced by the presence of the curled fangs sprouting from the corners of his lips. The pig male stood there, impassively, and the only thing that was moving on him wasn't his tail that hung limp, but the huge cock throbbing, pushing out from his loins proudly. It was red and engorged and had that peculiar curve to it, and its base was held in something that was made of gleaming metal and also went around his balls, pulled tight with a metal ring, the wolf noticed, making them stand out and seem even bigger, if not so loosely hanging as he might usually prefer. The boar's paws hung to his sides, his shoulders were pushed back, to show off his muscles, that it had to be, and the look in his eyes was simply...well worth the one hundred dollars you had to pay for the right to enter this room.

"What do you want to be called?" the boar spoke in a rough voice, not moving.

Albert grabbed onto his growing dick and gave it a squeeze, and grunted, quietly.

"I'm Albert," the wolf replied, trying to sound exactly as tough and rough as he could be, given the right circumstances and the right company.

"You may call me Burt," the boar grunted, his smirk widening.

"We've met before," the wolf smirked, and winked, still openly groping on himself while he leered at the boar.

The boar simply grinned broadly.

Albert stepped further into the room, steering himself past a table that looked like some sort of a parody version of a doctor's examination table, but one with a multitude of restraints on it. The room's owner's personal preferences were obvious from all the fetish gear littering the whole room, but the wolf's own wants were what he paid for, and he was going to be the boss for now. The boar watched him, curiously.

"It's been mighty long since I got a nice rimjob, so I think I'd like to start out with that snout of yours under my tail," the wolf flicked his tail, as if to indicate all the musky places he had on the offer. "And then I might just put a hot load in your daddy ass. Haven't done that in a while either."

The boar's tied-down cock jumped, as much as the older male's smile seemed to jump up a notch or two in lewd eagerness.

"Anything else you wish...sir?" the boar spoke in that same, deep, sexy voice that Albert approved of.

"As a matter of fact I do," the wolf grinned, and flicked an ear. "Come on over, Burt."

The huge, muscular boar walked over, confidently, keeping his eyes on the wolf's as he watched him. This was not a timid bitch, even when told that he was going to be the subservient party, he simply took that with a smile and proud scowl on his face, something that turned Albert on a great deal and made more blood rush into his whopping eight inches of wolf cock now fully out of its sheath.

"Yes, sir?" the boar rumbled, standing only three feet away now, towering above the wolf by almost a foot.

Albert gazed over all the hot muscles packed on that stocky frame and felt a twinge of envy for it all, a natural reaction to facing such a fine specimen of full 100% beefy masculinity. It made his cock twitch, and his breaths come faster, and he knew that this was going to be great.

The wolf took off his cap and handed it off for the boar, who took it with a curious look.

"Put it on."

The boar did exactly as he was told and poised the blue and red cap over his head, between tall, perked ears, and looked down at the wolf with slightly puzzled eyes.

Albert grinned and wagged his tail.

"See, you're a trucker now!" the wolf declared.

The boar laughed, deeply, and it was a rough, very dangerous-sounding laugh that was definitely a turn-on for the wolf, who gave him one more lingering look before he turned over and planted his paws over the bondage table, and spread his legs wide, flicking his tail again, and turned his head so that he could look at the hulking boar over his shoulder.

"Alright, pig daddy, why don't you get on your knees and toss some salad?" the wolf grunted.

"Yes, sir!" the boar sounded eager enough, and wasted no time moving behind the wolf and getting down on his knees on the padded floor, which, Albert suspected, both reduced any odd noise, and also served as an ergonomic aid against repeated strain injury for any boars planning to kneel down for an extended period of time.

Albert shivered a little as soon as he felt the first hot, huffed breath hit his back and his ass, followed by the sensation of big paws catching a hold of his thick rump cheeks and massaging them, expertly, with not too much pressure, even if the paws in question were huge, and easily matched the size of the trucker's slightly pudgy rear end. The wolf tipped his tail to the side and tried not to wag it, lest he'd smack the cap off the boar's head, and he liked the idea of the cap too much to let that happen, and restrained himself. Instead, he concentrated on leaning over the table, keeping his body still while the expert boar explored his back side, making very slow passes without actually touching him, but he could hear the snuffles and feel the returned snorts, signaling to him that the big male was getting a very good whiff at his rump.

"Hmmm...rank 'n raunchy, just the way pig daddy likes it," the pig rumbled behind him, still moving his snout in ever so slow passes, getting the hang of things while his eyes feasted on the wolf's taint and ass crack, seeking his favorite place amidst the sweat-matted furs.

"You go ahead, pig daddy," the wolf rumbled.

"Pig daddy likes," hot breath washed over his taint again, making the wolf's tailhole clench powerfully.

The snout soon lodged between Albert's round ass cheeks felt cool for a while, but the heat of the breaths filling up his ass crack was more than enough to soon warm everything up, especially by the time the boar's cheeks pushed against soft-furred lupine rump. The pressure of those gnarled fangs felt peculiar for a while, but it was not really a distraction, just a reminder of the fact that Albert was going to get a good service from the pig daddy and none else.

"Eat me out good," the wolf grunted, feeling more snuffles under his twitching tail.

The boar's tongue slithered out, dripping wet with saliva that was soon going to be put all over the wolf with slick, broad swipes of that muscular appendage. Spit soon drizzled Albert's round, swaying balls, and the wolf couldn't help but wonder how the boar managed to salivate so much, there was what felt like pints of the stuff coming out of that snout firmly lodged under his tail. He slobbered and worked himself up to a frenzy, it seemed, breathing through only the sweaty rank crack belonging to the wolf who had been sitting down on it for the past ten hours, and now wanted the blood flow restored in the best way possible.

"Yeah...go on...that's it, pig daddy."

The boar's rough grunts filled the wolf's ears, and the heat increased over his tight asshole, newly covered in saliva provided by the boar's swiping tongue that didn't mind the extra muskiness gathering there. Albert couldn't quite decide what he liked best, the heat, the wetness or the actual motion of the hot tongue drilling against his tailhole. The muscle ring of his anus clenched powerfully, teased expertly by the professional boar intending on giving the money's worth, and if you went by the wolf's dripping cock as an indicator, it was working great. Big, rough paws massaged and groped the wolf's rump as well, and a brief detour to play with his nuts felt fun enough to actually threaten a premature loss of the wolf's faculties. The hot lips and that vicious snot combined with the tongue, smothering and French-kissing all over his funky pucker felt wonderful, there was no denying that, he hadn't gotten off with another fur in too long, and his return to the land of the fucking could not have been ushered in by anyone better than the ass-crazy boar who seemed to treat is tailhole as the best thing ever. Albert wasn't even sure that it was the 100 dollars talking. This boar, Burt, had quite the reputation amongst the truckers who had been lucky enough to stumble upon his website telling that Burt's Truck Stop provided services that were not found from other similar places. Everything was very discreet, and you only had to know what to ask for at the counter.

"Oh yes...pig daddy likes having his tongue in trucker ass...go on...good job...yeah...harder..."

The wolf might as well take the best of it, and he kept the dirty talk flowing while the boar ate out his tailhole, slobbering over it, sticking his tongue against it, even pushing a little bit in and swiping that raspy tongue over the inner sides of the muscled pucker he was violating orally with that wonderful, expert snout that fit so comfortable into place in the wolf's expansive ass crack.

It was also making the pent-up wolf more and more horny, and after a moment, he took his tail into use again and slapped the boar with it, catching his shoulder.

"Alright, pig daddy, time for the main course," the wolf huffed.

The boar left his ass with a slurping lick, and got up, standing up to all of his imposing height, still sporting that huge boner trapped in metal rings, proudly.

Albert turned over and grabbed onto the pig's thick cock and gave it a squeeze, enjoying how that sudden touch made the big male tense and grunt.

"Is your ass tight and craving for a cock in it, pig daddy?" the wolf grinned.

The stoic figure smirked in return.

"Got a plug there to keep it nice and warm for anyone wanting a piece of pig daddy ass, sir," the huge boar grunted. "All filled with Vaseline so all you have to do is to put your cock into my greased hole, sir, just stick it in."

The wolf jerked off the boar, stroking up and down the thick shaft that oozed pre all over his knuckles.

"Do you get many here wanting a piece of this under their tail, pig daddy?" the wolf growled, smirking at the warm sensation of the hot cock flowing under his furry palm.

The boar grunted at the sensation of his constrained cock being fisted in the wolf's paw, and seemed to be resisting the urge to hump into it.

"Plenty many, sir," the vicious-looking boar grinned. "This is a full service stop."

Albert laughed roughly and batted one of the boar's huge pecs with his clenched fist, gently.

"You big motherfucker, bend over this table and I'll give you what you want," the wolf let go of the slippery shaft and stepped over to the side.

"Yes, sir!"

The boar's huge paws slammed down over the sturdy table, and for a moment Albert only admired how the muscles rippled all along that dark-furred back, when the boar braced himself in readiness to getting it hard in the ass from a wolf who had been without getting any laid for at least two weeks.

Albert stepped over and began his journey by giving the firm, presented ass a few good slaps, that rang solid from the walls of the secret sex dungeon.

"Some nice piece of tail here," the wolf grinned, again in envy of the slabs of muscles he knew that'd soon be pounded upon by his own energetic hips.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now raise that tail, pig daddy."

The tuff-tipped tail obediently lifted up, revealing the glistening expanse of fur over his taint, as well as black plastic protruding out of his asshole. Albert grinned and prodded at the base of the toy with his thumb, driving it just a fraction of an inch deeper into the boar, who moaned roughly.

"You a real ass pig, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir, I like nothing better than having it in the ass."

Albert saw the black plastic move when the boar's inner muscles clenched around it, shifting the toy inside the churning warmth of his rump.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna put something big and hot and warm in there really soon," the wolf huffed hotly as he gave himself a few greedy strokes over his own cock, before he grabbed onto the base of that toy and began to pull.

"Uhhh fuck yeah..."

Albert's eyes widened a little as he kept pulling, when the much larger than expect toy began to fully slip out of the boar's sucking confines. The black, glistening plastic toy wasn't in the shape of any cock he knew. It was two inches thick and very long, not tapering as one might expect for a butt plug, but it remained equally bulky all the way to the tip that soon was the only thing left, still kept just barely within the bear's clenching tail ring.

"Fucking hell, how big is this thing?" Albert stared at the plastic length he held by the base, disbelieving that the boar so casually kept something of that size stuffed inside his ass.

"Ten inches, sir, just the...uhh...perfect size for keeping everything warm, sir."

Albert yanked out the final inch from the greasy hole and put the toy down on the table next to the bent over boar, and then stared down at the glistening, winking hole that was a seen as a little patch of color amidst the dark furs, drooling something out from its little pursed lips before the hole closed down on itself, tightly. The smell of Vaseline was strong in the air.

"You sure you won't be all stretched and sloppy, pig daddy?" Albert teased as he brought his fingers down and poked against the closed pucker, eliciting a loud, pleasant grunt from the boar.

"It's like a work out for my ass, sir, it just makes things tighter, sir," the boar muttered under his breath, obviously enjoying the sensation of the rough fingers prodding his asshole.

"We'll see about that when you get my knot," Albert grinned, knowing that it wasn't made for lesser males to take.

"I like knots, sir...uhhh...I really do."

"Well soon you've got a real, good, honest All-American trucker knot in here...sure feels fucking tight," the wolf mused as he continued to rub his fingers over the messy little boar hole between those steely buttocks.

"Thank you, sir!"

Albert lined himself up good and pushed the blunt tip of his proud wolf dick down, right above the boar's balls, and grunted hotly when he ran himself up that furry crevice, staining it with his pre before he made contact with the slick little asshole hidden on the muscular base of the still lifted submissive tail. The boar grumbled, and Albert could feel the hot flesh clench under his cock, reacting naturally to the touch of something throbbing there, wanting it inside him.

"Time to get tail gated good, pig daddy."

"Give it to me!"

Albert growled dominantly and wasted no time to any further ass antics before he simply grabbed onto those beefy hips and pushed himself firmly against the yielding spot of heat found underneath him. His somewhat flabby thighs flexed, putting his weight into it, as he made his cocktip the center of his effort, to get it buried to the hilt inside the bitch of a boar. He might have owned the place, but he also made a side living as the resident pig whore, in service of passersby wanting to get their rocks off with a horny, muscular boar.

He slipped, once, and had to correct his positioning before another good push made headway into the tight, presented ass, spreading over around his cock obediently, but still maintaining pressure on the hot shaft sliding slowly into the boar's slimy insides. The fleshy walls squeezed down on the wolf, slowly pushing, with only small pauses, as he made his way into the inviting heat offered by the boar's experienced rear. It might not have been virgin tight, but the rippling of muscles and the never-ending, varying squeeze of the tight ring of his asshole more than made for the lack of vise-like grip.

Albert bottomed out at six inches inside the boar, when his knot touched the distended skin of the hot pucker spread open around him, and he sighed, deeply, at the content feeling of having taken an ass for himself, and knowing that he was going to get a nice, long fuck out of it as well. The boar grunted, obediently, perhaps, but offered no complaints to the fleshy presence inside his rump, especially not when Albert started to pump himself in and out at a leisurely pace. He might've been pent up and seriously in need of getting his rocks off, but this was special after so long without anything but his paw, and he wanted to enjoy the tight heat offered by the boar for as long as he could last.

His hips moved fluidly, slowly boring his way through the boar's guts, as he leaned over the rippling back of the sub pig and began to lick it, tasting sweat and soap and lots of simple male musk, the fragrance of a big male wanting to rut now put over his own lips and tongue. The delicious taste made his maw water a little, and he did not swallow, but dribbled all over the boar's back, marking him as the wolf's very own bitch, if only for the hour they had. The boar kept his grunts low and hot, punctuated with squeezes of his asshole around the wolf cock spearing into him, slowly.

"Been long since I buttfucked a sexy boar like you, pig daddy..." Albert decided to ramp up the dirty talk as he kept pounding into the bigger male, his hot flesh kept in constant motion by his flexing hips.

The boar simply groaned.

"Yeah...that's the sound of getting fucked by a big cock, pig daddy...that's how you do it..."

Albert continued humping into the bent over ass, making sure that his knot pressed firmly against the boar's tailhole with every thrust he made into the hot male. Their balls slapped together, and the wolf's paws explored the ripped body, wondrous of its muscles and how much the boar surely had to work to keep that bulk up. His pace was quickly getting harder, faster, as the lust to rut took over the want for a more leisurely experience, and the heat and friction increased as he fucked harder into the offered ass, filling it up to the brim again and again with his length seesawing into the heat within. Their hips kept smacking together, the noises filled the sex dungeon, and made Albert's ears flick occasionally, while he held firmly to the boar's hips and shoved himself continuously and hard into the male taking it up the ass from a pent-up trucker wolf.

"Gonna give you my knot now, pig daddy...gonna try not to tear you apart," the wolf grunted, leaning over the boar, making sure that his posture was right for putting all his weight behind the following, hard thrusts.

"Fuck yeah," the boar simply grunted, taking everything that was given to him, and did that with a small, private smile.

The fleshy knot pushed against the boar's tailhole continuously, pounded against it by the wolf's hips working hard, making both of them hiss when the meaty extension to the wolf's shaft forced itself firmly over that quivering flesh. It gave a token squeeze, just once before the boar's training took over and he simply opened himself up, allowing the passage of the apple-sized knot into his rump, and with a single, hard jab, Albert was in up to the hilt, all eight inches plus knot, now deeply imbedded inside the boar who grunted and bit his teeth, even when the moan he let out was obviously one of satisfaction, not pain.

"Here we go."

Albert's claws dug to the boar's sides when he put on the high gear and made rapid thrusts into the tight hole, using the only inch he got left that he could move without accidentally yanking his knot out of the hole tightly clenching around his dick. The friction overtook him instantly, and he could only keep up the ball-bouncing pace for a few more moment before the heat boiled over in his belly and his balls, and with a loud snarl, he drove and slammed his hips down one more time and let it all come out.

The wolf tilted his head up and barked, loudly, when he blasted hot canine cum into the boar's stretched-out rectum with thick bursts of milky fluid. His knot throbbed, his cock twitched, and his tail wagged, his entire body tensing with the effort of keeping his essential fluids flowing out of him and into the hole he was busy fucking. The boar grunted as the heat suddenly grew inside him, but he stood as still as he did before, unmoving while the wolf took him and marked him as his bitch, in and out, with that flow of cum into the boar's tight, violated rump.

The heavy wolf collapsed over the boar's back, panting a little, his cock still all the way inside the bear's now cum-soaked tail tunnel. The boar didn't even flinch at the sudden weight over his back, simply stood there, breathing roughly, but in no other ways indicating that anything out of the ordinary was going on.

Albert breathed in the hot scent of the room, his cum, lube, two kinds of male musk...but no boar cum, a scent he was sure he would have known if it was there, in the air.

Albert pushed his paw down and grabbed onto the boar's cock, making him grunt and tense around the wolf's cock, making Albert groan as well.

"I have to save my load, I'm afraid, for anyone wanting it...sir...I don't need to...cum to get off on getting fucked...sir..."

Albert fisted over the hot, slimy, pre-coated length, and squeezed it hard.

"Can you even cum with that thing here?" he tapped the metal ring around the boar's base.

"No, not really," the boar replied in a surprisingly soft, breathy voice.

Albert chuckled roughly, and let go of the cock, but not before he pushed it down, so that it would be forced to bounce up and against the boar's belly before dropping down to its usual posture again. The maneuver brought a surprised gasp from the boar, and a chuckle from the amused wolf.

Albert, still laughing throatily, picked up his cap from the boar's head and put it on himself again, a token of victory, taken from the bigger male and now back where it belonged, on the trucker's own sweaty head furs.

"Say..." he spoke, as if he was sitting down having a coffee with the boar, not with his cock lodged under the pig daddy's tail. "Is the procedure still the same."

"Sure," the boar replied. "Once you get off, you just go through that second door there to the shower room, and I'll get your clothes there, so that you can change."

"Thanks, pig daddy," Albert rubbed the male's thick, beefy back, smiling at the sensation of the sweaty flesh under his palm. "Really needed this, too, pig daddy, thanks for that. Your ass sure is a lifesaver on these roads."

"And you still wonder why we're the number one stop on this part of number five?" the boar chuckled, and by the duration of the squeeze around Albert's shaft, the wolf was sure that it wasn't just a reflex, but a rather deliberate action that made him growl happily.

"Now that reminds me, can you take an order for one extra large Burt's Special with fries here?" the wolf grinned.

The boar chuckled.

"Sure," the boar replied, roughly. "I'm the one who fries them, anyway,"

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