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The Bear's Slut

Commission for Wild Dude on FA

The room was so dark that I couldn't see my nose in front of my face... Well, at least I thought it was a nose, it could have been a muzzle or a snout for all I knew. I kept trying to focus, I kept trying to remember how I got here, but for the life of me I couldn't remember anything but darkness, and the weight of the chain. Or at least what I thought was a chain, whatever it was kept me down on all fours. The floor was smooth for the most part, but I could feel strange lines running across the surface, they went up and down, and left to right, and each was evenly spaced so that they'd make perfect squares. I could also feel what felt like leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, that had little metal rings on them that would softly click every time I tapped them against the floor.

I laid down, and I could feel a strange heat coming from under the floor. Even though the floor was uncomfortable it made my eyelids start to droop, though, I wasn't sure if my eyes were even open closed. I was just surrounded by darkness, it was almost like I was floating in a rift, and the beating of my heart was the only thing telling me that I was still alive. There was a soft click, and in an instant the room I was in was flooded with light. I was blinded by it for a few seconds, and then the red room around me came into view and I was finally able to see where I was.

For the first time I was able to see myself. I looked down at my body and what I saw seemed odd. I had trotters on my feet, a belly covered with soft white hair, and black hair that seemed to cover everywhere else. When I crossed my eyes to finally see my nose, and when I saw the snout sticking out there, I had no doubt at what I was; a pig, and a pot belly one at that. I glanced down, and I noticed something on the inside of my arm. There was a tattoo under the fur, I spread it back, and I cocked my head as he tried to make it out. There was a pair of dog tags tattooed into my arm, with a set of numbers and letters that I couldn't read. They looked so familiar, but I can't seem to remember what they were or where they were from.

I closed my eyes and try to concentrate. I could see two faces, but they were distorted, I couldn't even tell what they are, I could just see their desert camo uniforms. Then as I focused a little harder I can see fire wrap around them, and I watch as a silver flicker of light slammed into my shoulder, and I gasped as my eyes shot open. I could feel my heart pounding, and I could still feel the pain as I glance down at my shoulder. I reached down and traced my finger across a scar that laid there.

I knew it was important. I knew it should mean something to me. But I couldn't remember. I started to wonder if I'd died in that fire I saw when I closed my eyes, and if this was my own little version of hell, but like before, my heart pumped I could tell I was still alive. There was something in the back of my head telling me that if I wanted to stay that way I needed to get out of here.

I started to look around. I was in a 12x12 room... or at least that's what I thought it was, I think I'm six foot tall, but I can't really be sure. The floor was made of red tiles, the walls had red curtains covering them, and the ceiling along the edges a set of string lights were mounted where the wall met the ceiling. I looked behind me and there was a small red round mattress, one just big enough for me to fit on. I began to move around, and quickly learned that the chain I was on would let me get to anywhere in the room, but only if I crawled to it. The black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles were also firmly in place, it was almost like they'd been made just for me.

I saw one curtain start to part, and a black metal door with no door handle came into view. A rustling behind me made my head turn and on the opposite wall a locked grey metal cabinet appeared from behind another set of curtains. I heard a soft electronic beep, and I turned to look at the metal door as it swung open, beyond the door seemed to be more darkness. I looked closer and I could see a brown bear wearing nothing but black bracelet standing there grinning. He stepped in, and closed the door behind him the door beeping and locking with a hard click.

The bear didn't say anything, he just walked over to the cabinet on the wall and he waved his bracelet in front of it, there was a soft beep followed by the sound of something unlocking, before the cabinet door swung open. I looked down at my naked body, and my cheeks felt warm, and a strange feeling crept over me. It was almost like I was embarrassed, then I realized I should have been wearing clothes, and my hands slid down to cover my private parts. I looked up at the strange bear in front of me and asked, "Where am I?"

The bear didn't turn around, he just kept looking through the cabinet, before picking a small bottle up. "You are home."

I tried to wrap my head around his answer. How could I be home if I didn't even know who "I" was? "Well than, who am I?"

The bear turned around, and walked over me, before he crouched down in front of me. "That's very simple, piggy. You're Slut." The bear said as he reached forward and jingled something on my collar, "It says so right here on the pretty collar that I got you."

"Slut" I knew that word meant something bad, but I couldn't remember just what. I just know it made a strange feeling come over my body as he said it. If I had to describe it I'd say it was anger. "So you got me this collar? If that's so, are you important to me?"

The bear smirked, his paws sliding down over my body making a strange tingle run through me. "I'm your master, so that makes me very important to you my little slutty piggie." He said confidently, "You're my property, and as long as you're a good boy I'll make sure to take very good care of you." His hand slid lower, and gingerly moved my hands away before he cupped my large porcine balls in his big paws. His eyes narrowed, "But you should know, if you're ever a bad boy, I have no problem breaking my property." Just as those words left his muzzle, I felt him squeeze down on my balls with enough force to make me double over in pain.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that as he squeezed, something inside me took over almost like it was written into my mind, and the words "I'm sorry master! I'll be a good piggy, promise!" slipped from my mouth.

The bear let out a satisfied rumble as I said that, and his grip loosened on my balls. I gasped for breath, my body shaking as I tried to recover from the pain surging through me. I felt that strange tingle surge through me again, this time it came from my crotch. I looked down and I saw my shaft throbbing against my belly. I looked at it curiously, and as I reached to touch it, before the bear gingerly moved my paw away. "Ah, ah, ah, that's my toy, Slut. You don't get to play with it unless I say so. Now, I want you to prove you're a good boy so I don't have to hurt you again." I looked back up at that big brown bear, his large beer belly less than a foot away from my face as he shifted from a crouched position to down onto his knees. One of his paws gripped the back of my head, and soon I found myself forced against his crotch.

I felt something inside me take over again, like I was almost programed to do what I did next. I felt a shudder run through my body and my snout took in a large whiff of his scent. The smell made me drool, it felt like it was made for me. Like I was supposed to keep my face pressed into the bear's crotch and do anything but inhale his musky scent all day long. I felt my tongue slide from my muzzle, and as that big bear belly brushed against the top of my head I began to lap my tongue across those ursine orbs. "Mmmm such a good little slut pig." He growled.

My mind seemed to drift away as more of that intoxicating musk entered my nose. I was so lost that I never heard him pop the cap of the bottle in his paws, but I did feel as a soft paw slid down past my curly tail, and between my porcine cheeks. My eyes shot wide open as, without warning, I felt two thick fingers push right into my hole. I let out a loud squeal of horror, and I felt my heart start to race, my mind screaming at me that something was wrong. That I should not be little this bear to me. That I shouldn't... I felt a strange pain shoot through my head like a migraine that was gone in a flash. And suddenly I didn't care anymore... Infact, I found myself pushing back into those fingers as a thick ursine cock slide across my flat nose. I let out a soft oink, and let my tongue slide across that musky shaft. I felt my cock pulsing between my legs, begging to be stroked, but something told me that playing with something that belonged to master without his permission would be a bad idea. I pulled back, and I slid my tongue across the bear's drooling cock head, my face distorting in disgust as I tasted his pre.

My vision blurred, and that migraine shot through my head again and the taste that revolted me moments ago was now the most amazing thing I'd ever tasted. I found myself squealing as I quickly wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft, my mouth starting to suckle on the head of that dick as I tried to nurse every drop of pre-cum from that man's dick. "Mmm I've heard of suckling pigs before, Slut, but you bring a whole new meaning to the term..." The bear said with a lustful growl as I felt his meaty fingers press into something inside me that made me squeal so hard that my mouth opened open and the rest of his dick slid right into my short muzzle.

I groaned, that cock seemed to be made for my mouth. I closed my eyes, my back arching as I began to slowly bob my head up and down on his shaft, spit roasting myself between that thick meaty spear in my muzzle and those thick fingers pounding against the thing inside of me that made my whole body weak. "Alright, Slut. You've done good, it's time that I give you a nice treat..." The bear said as he slid his fingers from my ass and his cock from my muzzle, I felt this longing inside me as he did, my body begging to have something filling it again. "Crawl up on your bed, and stick that cute curly tailed butt nice and high in the air."

I let out a happy oink, and did as the bastard told me. I felt rage start to bubble up inside of me as I thought about everything he'd done to... And migraine. I wobbled a bit that time, my vision nearly going black, and the pain at least 10 times worse than before. I felt a burning in the back of my skull. It took me a second to remember what I was doing. I was about to please my master, and nothing made me happier. I smiled goofily as I laid my head down on my arms, and kept my knees firmly planted apart, so master could have access to my ass and his toy that hung between my legs.

I could feel that bear behind me, his musk filling the room, showing me just who the real male was. And while I looked like one, I'd never be one like him. I was just a toy for real men to use. I had to sit there and take it, no matter how many men came my way or how many thick loads were pumped into me. That thought made my gut churn for some reason, but as another flash of pain shot through my head that quickly vanished. I felt myself shaking with anticipation as my master slide his cock between my meaty cheeks, nearly panting as I felt the head of his cock slide against my ready hole. I closed my eyes as he pushed forward into my rose bud, a long deep moan escaping my lips as he gave one long thrust forward, hilting himself into me in one go.

I felt myself arching my back as that big bear dick pulsed inside of me, that empty feeling being instantly erased. I felt him start to pull back, and thrust back into me again, his wet balls slapping into my shaved porcine orbs. Soon that big bear was mounting me like the male he was, thrusting his dick in and out of my body... well the body that he owns that I happen to live in. He pounded away at that pleasure knot inside of me, making me oink and squeal as he plowed into me. I was covered in sweat soon after that and my cock pulsed under me. It begged to be touched, calling out with every fiber of my being to reach down and give it a few good strokes as that cock rammed into me, but I knew better. I just squeezed my bed, and squealed out loud as that bear roared and his thick cream began to pump into me, filling up every inch of my insides, those heavy musky balls that I worshiped emptying right inside of my needy piggy hole.

"Mmmm good Slut. You were such a good piggy for me, I think its time you got a reward." The bear said, gently thrusting his still hard cock in and out of my ass as his paw reached down and gripped the needy shaft between my legs. I groaned, moaning as he began to stroke, my big porcine balls churning as they tapped against his wonderful paw. I began to hump against it, my eyes staying closed as I just enjoyed my treat, thinking about just how much of a lucky slut I...

My eyes shot open, and panic began to fill my chest as I felt that big bear's belly slide across my lower back. This wasn't me. This wasn't who I am. I am not some cock hungry slut who worships some big bear faggot. My name is... I felt my balls start to pull up, and a loud squeal rocked through my throat as my cock pulsed and thick jets of cum shot from the tip of my dick and another migraine shot through my head like a shotgun blast. It was one of the worst pains I'd ever felt in my life. I black out that time, and when I woke up I had my master holding me in his arms, and I had my butt pressed against his lap as he stroked my belly. He smiled down at me, "So do you remember who you are now my little piggy?"

I knew full well who I was. My name is Slut, and I am my Master's obedient little piggy.

*** Meanwhile in the next room two men in white lab coats, a panda and a thylacine, sat in front of a wall of monitors, "I think we've finally worked out the kinks for the Mk-2 chip."

The panda in the lab coat grinned, "Yeah, the room doesn't smell like bacon this time."

Both men started laughing, and they flicked a switch that made the lights in the red room flash, and the bear on the screen kissed the piggy between the ears, before whispering something into the pig's ear that made the pig beam with joy. The bear stood up, and left, knowing that soon he'd be back for what he was promised when he started these bata tests. A new prized piggy that would happily serve him and his friends until the end of its days.