{"sf1_id":831371,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Makin' Bacon","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3698,"posted_at":"2015-03-16T18:58:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Farm","Human","Pig","Risk","Vaginal","Zoophilia","porcine","pun","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/831371-makin-bacon","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/831371","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=831371\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#31 of A Real Animal Lover","content":"                Many of\nmy other adventures were as equally interesting as some I have already told you\nabout and some are a little less exotic I guess you could say. I mean, how\nthrilling can it be to talk about your typical farm animals, like sheep, goats\nand pigs? I mean they're all nice tight fits, but for the most part they are\nsingularly uninteresting in that mankind has bred a lot of the smarts right out\nof them.\n                Sheep\nare generally very stupid, goats not so much, and of all of the above mentioned\nanimals, pigs are by far the smartest. They can often look fat, dull and slow\nbut again, that's a matter of breeding. No one has ever wanted a pig for its\nbrains, unless you were French and then you called it cervelles and often\nserved with buerre noir. \n                Hey, I\nlike animals, but I'm no vegetarian. My ancestors worked hard to earn canine\nteeth, and the hell if I'm going to eat carrots just because some hippy is waving\na sign that says \"Meat is Murder!\" I mean it is, but then, tell that to all the\ncarnivores that roam this planet. I'm absolutely sure all the lions and tigers and\nbears will repent.\n                Not.\n                So\nanyway. Pigs come in all shapes and sizes, from the pot bellied specimens that\noriginated in Vietnam, to the Suffolk of England. But that is hardly touching the\ndiversity seen in the domestic swine. In particular comes a porcine variety\nfrom a region not normally thought of for its pigs; a breed known as the Mangalitsa.\n                Now\ndon't tell me that you've never heard of these guys. I mean, come on, there\naren't that many pigs out there that you can call woolly, except for these porkers.\nThey seriously look like a pig in the woolly skin of a sheep. \n                Well,\nif you have no idea what I'm talking about look them up. You might be surprised\nfrom what you learn.\n                They\naren't particularly a zoo animal, nor is any pig for that matter unless it's a\npeccary or a wart hog. Both of those species are rather nasty tempered unless\nraised from piglets. Domestic pigs can also be a little touchy, so even in the\npetting portion of the zoos you'd never find one up close and personal. They're\npretty cute and adorable when they're little, but not always so fetching when\nthey get to be adults.\n                So\nthen, you might ask, where did I ever encounter a pig that was as wooly as a\nsheep? Surprisingly it wasn't from world travel, for I have never been to\nHungary. It goes back to my college days. Some of us vets can never get enough\nof having animals around, and I had a friend in the Midwest who had a successful\nanimal husbandry program and veterinary clinic. He handled mostly farm animals,\nand even then his practice was often restricted to prize bulls, stallions and\nthe like. He had a contract with a breeders association to supply sperm for\nartificial insemination, and that covered a wide variety of animals.\n                He had gotten\ninterested in the different breeds worldwide that saw little notice here in the\nstates. I mean, today sure, but they had to start somewhere, right? So his place\nhad all kinds of unusual varieties, and in some cases, I can even say unique species.\nHe was one of the first private owners to introduce a few relatively rare\nspecies for his own captive breeding program. But I will get to that at a late date.\n                I spent\na week there one memorable year long ago, and I was amazed at the number of\nanimals he had. I fell in love with several, and I will discuss them in no\nparticular order. Therefore, I am staring with the one I found to be the most\nunusual to me, and in the end, quite amiable to my advances.  She was one of the aforementioned pigs, and\nshe was a big girl, one that could take what I had to give and then some.\n                While I\ndon't wish to go into a lot on porcine anatomy, if you know anything about\nboars, they have a thin, corkscrew shaped penis. I did not have such a tool,\nfor which I was extremely thankful.  So\nwhere I might not reach as deeply inside to give her an in-depth tickle to her\ncervix, I certainly made up for it with my diameter.\n                She\ndidn't have a name, as my friend was a somber fellow and not given to being\noverly emotional with his wards. That's not to say he wasn't a kind and caring\nperson, just that giving names to non-humans was something he wasn't prone to\ndoing.\n                She was\nthe only one in his collection, as he was waiting to get a male from another\nsource. I told you they were an import, remember? To that end, he kept her with\nhis other sows, but away from the boars to keep the chance of a mixed-breed litter\nof piglets from happening. She was actually very social and curious, and thus a\nperfect candidate for a little hanky-panky.\n                I met\nher when he was showing me around, and I was drawn immediately to her unusual\nappearance. People tend to think of pigs as being bare and hairless, but the amount\nof hair varies. Certainly, peccaries are well clothed in body hair, as are most\nwild species. We just have this Madison Avenue picture of them being soft and\npink.\n                She was\nvery curious and seemed to take to having her ears scratched, which was both\nthe only real spot I could reach and the only place I was going to let my hands\nwander in view of my friend. Maybe he was like me and maybe he wasn't. There was\nno going back once that cat was out of the bag. I had a good reputation and I\nintended to keep it.\n                I was\nstaying in the ranch-hand house which was presently empty. I was offered a\nchoice of that or the main house, but I opted to be alone the moment I knew I\nhad that chance. Sneaking out in the middle of the night was far easier if\nthere was no one around to wake up. Houses, no matter how well built, always\nhad squeaky floorboards. If I was alone, there would be no one to hear it.\n                I snuck\ndown to the barn that night and slipped in through a \"window\", actually one of\nthe ventilation holes. It was set up high enough that the pigs couldn't reach\nit, but was wide enough for a man to fit through with ease. I didn't want the\nnoise of the barn door opening. Out here, it was hard to tell how far sounds\nwould carry and I wanted no one getting wind of my actions.\n                I\nstepped into a pen with three sows in it, who were staring at me in the dim\nglow like I was crazy. I stepped lightly out of their pen and into the walkway\nthat divided the pens. As it turned out, I was lucky enough to find my girl still\nall alone. I climbed over the barrier and let her sniff me, which she did with\nmild indifference, that is, until she smelled the apple I had brought with me.\nA bribe can work wonders even across species lines.\n                She\nimmediately was interested and devoured the fruit in a few quick bites. I had\nonly the one with me, so I moved on to giving her scratches. Pigs often had dry\nskin, and loved to bathe in the mud for that reason alone, and not because they\nwere dirty animals. When you itch, and you can't reach it, you'll do whatever\nit takes to deal with it.\n                As soon\nas I started, she about went limp. I was soon digging in with both sets of\nfingertips, working away as fast as I could. Her fur, being curly, hindered me\na little, but not entirely.  I just had\nto use short strokes. She seemed pleased with an attention, and I wondered how\nlong she had been waiting for her suitor. From the speed which things seemed to\nprogress from there I'd say it had been a while.\n                I ended\nup straddling her back, facing her rear, and digging into her skin as strongly\nas I thought she could stand. The grunts and hip sways were comical, though the\nlatter were nearly enough to dislodge me from my perch. I ended up leaning all\nthe down until I was laying on her, my hands working their way down to her\nbackside.\n                In case\nyou were unaware of this little fact; given good living conditions and being\ntreated well will make a pig very amiable towards humans. As it was, the moment\nI got to her protruding mound and the opening of her slit, she tensed up in\nexpectation. I slipped in a finger, then two, testing the waters. If her\nwetness was any indication, this girl could have taken on miniature horse. She\nwas big; not that big mind you, but big enough. The point was that there wasn't\ngoing to be a problem with me entering her.\n                I\nclimbed off and stripped, with her staring at me the whole while. I wasn't sure\nif she was trying to determine the nature of my actions or if she was just\nupset that I had stopped the fun. I think it was the second choice, for the\nmoment my fingers spread her open, she was as still as a boulder. \nAnd I was as stiff as one.\n                I\nworked my fingers in for a moment or two, slathering my cock with her own\nlubrication, which was slick enough to allow for the aforementioned horse. This\ngirl was ready to go and probably sick and tired of waiting. I'm sure she knew\nthere were boars nearby and was left to wonder why she wasn't getting included\nin any of the fun. Her wait was over.\n                I had\nto get into a good position, which was aided by me wadding up my clothing and\nusing it under my knees. This put just shy of  the level I really wanted to be, but there was\nlittle else I could do. You have to remember that these animals are built for\nhaving sex with each other, not other species. Heck, any four legged animal\nwould have an easier time of it than us graced with just two. Sometimes you\njust have to make the best of things.\n                I\nworked the head of my cock into the seemingly tiny slit and watched as it\nexpanded to take me in. One thing I'll say right now is that it looked like I\nwas going to rip her open, but that her body adapted immediately to accommodate\nwhat had to be a much thicker cock that she would normally ever have taken. I\nmean, I know it was, for I've seen the boar's sex-tool both in situ and in\nspecimen jars back in college. This girl was getting porked for the first time\nin a manner she would never experience again.\n                Her\nfurry coat was perfect for locking my fingers into, and I soon had my cock\npressed in deep.  I can't say she was\nbetter feeling or worse than any of my other exploits, for I tended to judge\nthem on their own merits, not how they were as compared to this one or that\none. I had boned tighter holes, and hotter ones, but hers was pretty much what\nyou might hope for in a human girl, though never likely to get except the first\nfew times.\n                I don't\nmean to be derogatory; though I am sure someone out there will take offense.\nAnimals have a way of maintaining their overall fitness, unless they are given\nto slovenly and slothful ways. Otherwise, they'll be just as happy exercising\nand keeping active, which in turn keeps them solid; all the way around. These\npigs were given plenty of outside time, and none of them were fatter than they\nneeded to be. And that made this girl nearly perfect for what she was. \n                She\nbraced herself as I began putting some power behind my thrusts, working her\nhole over with more passion than any male of her own kind was ever going to\ngive her. Pigs were pretty loose and free with the loving, but not a one of\nthem have what I had to give. She was going to have to measure her future suitor\nby the standards I was laying down now.\n                Her grunting\nwas punctuated by the occasional little squeal of delight as I managed to hit a\nparticularly sensitive spot. As it was, her initial immobility was slowly\nphased out in favor of ramming herself backwards into me, and she was soon\ngoing so strongly that I was in danger of getting knocked over. While hardly\ndisastrous, it would have been an unwelcome inconvenience.   \n                I had\nto hang on for the ride as she tried to do the job I was far better equipped to\nhandle. I was hardly in the position to argue with her, but instead hung onto\nher fur with a death grip and kept myself plastered against her rump. It wasn't\nas satisfying for me as a good solid slamming, but I figured I'd let her have\nthings her way. I soon found a little hip action of my own in time with hers\nwas nearly as pleasurable for me as it was for her. I think I looked rather foolish,\nbut then again, in such a position I don't think any onlookers would have used\nthe word foolish. I think they would have used something a little more\ndescriptive...\n                ...like\ndisgusting or illegal. \nBut what did they know?\n                She was\ntotally into it, and in fact was beginning to get a little vocal. That wasn't\nso bad, but she was stirring up the rest of the sows, who apparently felt they\nneeded a little attention as well. The noise was quickly getting out of hand.\nAnd there was no way I was up to dealing with that many horny ladies, even if I\nhad the time. I was going to have to make this a lot shorter than I had wanted.\n                And\nthat was a terrible disappointment.\n                The\nproblem was I wasn't getting off as quickly as I might have hoped. Under the\ncircumstances, I was beginning to worry that the commotion was going to be\nwaking people up. After a few minutes however the rest of the group settled\ndown, perhaps intent on listening to the sole lucky one in the barn. Their\njealousy was almost palpable.\n                My big\ngirl was rocking her hips wildly, until I finally got fed up with it and\nslapped her haunches. She froze up, allowing me at least a moment of solid\ngrinding. As it turned out, my rough stimulation of her sides tipped her over\nthe edge into a climax, and from there my ride went from fun to incredible. I\ndoubt a boar would have gotten the pleasure of her rapidly constricting hole due\nto this thin cock, but I was getting massaged like nobody's business.\n                It\ndawned on me later that a boar's front feet would probably be somewhere in this\nvicinity as he mounted her, and perhaps the added roughness overtopped the\nscales on the normal stimuli necessary for her to get off. But that's only\nsupposition. No one has ever done a study on the mating habits of pigs;\nleastwise not at this point in my life. I could presently add a few footnotes\nto it if there was one, but only under the listing of anonymous.\n                Her\nback end was returning to being twitchy and vibrating like an out-of-sync motor.  But a lot of the swagger was gone, making my\ncontinued pounding a little easier.  With\nthe ruckus having died down, I felt a little more confident in finishing her\noff in grand style. Nervousness always took the edge off of my performance.\n                Now it\nwas time to grind my sausage like I was bringing home the bacon.\n                Sorry.\n                The slapping\nsound of flesh against flesh rung loudly in my ears, and yet, I hardly felt\nanything but the tight constriction of her cunt around my cock. And it was\nwonderful.  You must understand that a\nfew animal with equal or greater degrees of tightness were also, at times,\nstructured in a much more delicate fashion. This girl wasn't someone you were\ngoing to break or hurt unless that was your purpose. That meant I could put me\nback into it and neither rof us would be sorry.\n                I\nslammed that sweet spot in the middle of her two back legs until I think her\nhams were going to smell like smoke. But then, her lubrication was so prolific\nthat it was spraying out against me with each forward push.  I was grunting away in time to the action,\nand she joined in, and with that, the rest took up the chorus.\n                Thankfully\nI came, and in a big way. I was fucking her so hard my cock was feeling raw,\nand my balls feeling a bit battered and bruised from the force of my boring, and\nI don't mean that I found it uninteresting. I was the boar doing my duty, and\nshe the willing recipient of what I had t give. And boy did I give it.\n                I cried\nout as my sperm was squeezed through the narrow passage that was my urethra and\nstraight into the depths of the mass that was this lovely, horny pig. I held myself\npressed against for her a little while, listening to the restlessness of her\nfellow barn mates as they smelled the air and grew evermore agitated. I smiled\nwryly, knowing that even if I wanted to, there was no way I would ever make it\nthrough all of them. \n                I was\njust contemplating another go at her when I heard faint voices from outside. I\nhad pressed my luck a little too far, it seemed. I threw my clothes on as the\ndoor to the barn was opened. Taking a chance, I pulled myself up and through\nthe window above the stall I was in, hauled myself to the outside and ran\naround to the other side of the barn, the one where I had started.\n                I hoped\nthat whoever has come to check on the noise was my friend, or at least only one\nperson, because I didn't want to get spotted. I made it back to the door to my quarters\nand slipped inside. Then, being struck with what I thought was a brilliant\nscheme, I turned around and went back to the barn, this time sticking my head\nthrough the door.\n                \"Is\neverything OK?\"\n                My\nfiend turned around and shrugged. \"I don't know. I guess so. Every once in a\nwhile they get noisy and restless at night and tonight it lasted longer than\nnormal. I thought I would come out and see if anything was wrong. Did the noise\nwake you too?\"\n                \"Yeah,\nbut I wasn't too worried about it at first. I guess it was just one of those\nthings.\"\n                He agreed.\n\"Yeah, but you can never be too careful. Pigs are pretty good about protecting themselves,\nbut when they get an idea in their head, it seems to infect them all. It's just\nabout time to get them matched up with their respective boars and then maybe\nthey'll settle down for a while.\"\n                I\nnearly laughed. \"True. A good breeding can bring out the best in an animal,\neven us humans.\"\n                \"Yeah,\nthat's for sure. Are you ever going to settle down?\"\n                I would\nhave choked, but I was asked that question a lot. \"Oh, some day maybe. I just\nhaven't met the right girl yet.\"\n                \"Yeah,\nthat can be tough. But never give up looking. Girls come in all shapes and\nsizes. There has to be one out there for you to settle down with.\"\n                I was\nthinking of all the animals right here in the barn, much less in the world in\ngeneral. \"I'm sure your right. I'll just have to keep trying until I find the\nright one, or until I die trying.\"\n                \"Let's hope\nit doesn't come to that.\" We both chuckled as he closed up the barn and we\nreturned to bed.\n                And so,\nI am sad to say, this ended my pig tail, errr, tale suddenly and abruptly. I\nwould have chanced going back, but there were a variety of others I was willing\nto risk exposure for. So my furry little pig was left all alone again, waiting\nfor her swine prince to come. I already had, of course, and chances were good\nit was still dripping out of her. Once was better than never I guess, though I had it\nin my head that someday, when I settled down to a place of my own, one of her\nkind might not be a bad idea to have around.\n                I got\nundressed and instinctively hit the shower before returning to bed. I had to\nkeep the water lukewarm, because I had managed to rub myself raw in the\nprocess of reaming out her hole. This, despite the presence of free flowing lubrication.\n My cock was raging pink; not quite red,\nbut definitely of a color not natural to it when it wasn't erect. Of course, it had gotten that way because it was erect at the time.\n                Color.\n                I chuckled\nas I rinsed off.\n                Color\nwas just another word for pig-ment, now wasn't it?"}