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The silver moon cast a colorless light upon the forest, giving the trees and sky an unearthly grey blanket. Wind and rustling leaves greeted the ear in the same way the scent of wood and fallen leaves teased and tickled the nose. A perfect night for a sky clad stroll.
Watuki strode through the woods, breathing deep the smells of the forest around her. To most travelers, the forests are nothing special, just a winding path through a dreary knot of indignant plant life. To a deer, this was heaven. The smells comforted like a warm blanket in front of a fireplace at home. The air, just warm enough to dampen her coat with sweat, also gave an invigorating chill with every breeze.
Watuki stepped and paused with a practiced grace, primarily for herself, flowing into poses and stances as smoothly as the wind amid the branches.
A smell poked at her nose, alien to the woods, but no unfamiliar to the deer. The wind carried the rank stab of harsh sweat mixed with something else. Taking a moment, sniffing at the air, Watuki eventually placed the odor as a choking combination of arousal and harsh rut. Strange that this scent did not awaken feelings of arousal in her. Turning to face the wind that brought such an offensive smell, Watuki froze when she saw she was not alone.
The ambient sounds the forest made at night covered the approach of a meaty pig woman. Coarse, bristly hair glittered in the night. The moonlight shone off dirty, sweaty green skin and the just barely illuminated a hungry smile and lascivious tongue. A wet noise drifted to Watuki's ears and she realized the sow's hand reached between her legs, fingering herself, attempting sate an angry and filthy hunger.
"Hey there, sweety." Came the rough but feminine voice. "Nice night for a walk?"
"Yes..." Watuki said, eyes locked on the swine as she attempted to back away. The pig advanced.
"I'm feelin' lonely." The pig's voice grew in intensity. "You can help me with that, right?"
"I need to-"
Without warning, the pig charged forward, barreling toward Watuki at terrifying speed. It was the twitch of instinct that sent her into a full sprint herself to flee, rational thought vanishing into the night air as the only action in her entire body became "survive."
The pig plowed through the brush, snapping smaller trees in her pursuit. Chancing a glance back, Watuki collided with something soft and firm with a putrid odor coming from it as well. Her antler struck something, causing a grunt and a burst of hot breath on her neck. She turned to face the obstacle and was ensnared in the muscled arms of a green male swine.
"You look tasty." He said through a depraved grin. He licked her neck and up her chin, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Watuki pushed and fought with her free legs and struggled to wrestle the invading tongue from her mouth.
A squeal pierced the air and Watuki suddenly fell to the forest floor. Choking and coughing against the foul taste of the pig, she looked up and saw the two pigs fighting each other. Slapping and shoving, the female had stopped speaking words and seemed only to be vocalizing at random.
"Grimrukk!" Dammit, sow! Get your head out of your cunt!"
The female slowly calmed.
"What are you doing!" She demanded of the male.
"I'm helping you catch a toy, as long as she doesn't get away!"
Watuki froze, already having begun sneaking away, then broke into a run once more. This time, she did not make it very far. In the span of a flash, the smell hit her nostrils followed by a great weight, pressing her to the ground. Strong hands pushed against her shoulders, holding her down. The gut and breasts of the pig pushed against her back and antlers. The sow's hips thrusting almost automatically against the deer's rump, pussy fluids trickling down over her nethers.
Another set of hand shoved the female pig off before wrestling Watuki again, this time, a rough chord wound and tightened around her arms and breasts, tying her arms behind her back and squeezing her breasts into firm, round mounds on her chest.
Hoisted onto her back, Watuki felt the male's throbbing erection pressed against her lower back. His massive hands, grasping at her breasts. Struggling, Watuki looked down and saw the ravenous female's face between her thighs. The swine parted Watuki's legs with two strong hands before plunging the deer's pussy into her maw. The shock and burning glow of sexual stimulation pierced into Watuki, her back arching and mouth screaming. The sow relinquished her prey, only to shift her stance, draping one massive leg over one of Watuki's and pressed her own pussy to her victim's.
Mixed feelings of filth, shame, and disgust crept into her as she saw the green pig humping and grinding their cunts together, wet slapping and squishing noises filling the air around them. The groans and moans along with the lewd grimacing on the dominant sow's face were shameless and shameful, in equal measure.
Watuki's muscles tightened with an urgent quickening of the sow's pace, frantically slamming her hips to the deer's. A tickle at first, then a growing warmth grew in her, building rapidly with the pig's lust, urged on by the male's harsh abuse of her breasts. The blinding pleasure flooded her body, two screams erupting into the night in a might crescendo. Panting to catch her breath, Watuki saw the female that dominated her gradually slowed, but continued her abuse of the poor deer for some time afterward.
"Better?" The male asked.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" She answered.
"Let's take her back." The male offered. "She'll be a good fuck to keep the heat down."
"Sounds good. But..." She gave a sly smile. "You deserve a reward, too..."
A cruel smile slid across their faces, accompanied by a cold dread deep in Watuki's gut. They forced her up, lifting her off the ground. The male grabbed one ankle, lifting the leg up at a painful angle. The sow's hand plunged into Watuki's sore but wet pussy, thrusting harshly in past the knuckle.
A sturdy hand grabbed her head, right between the antlers, shoving the deer's head down toward the male's throbbing pillar of a cock. Shoving into her mouth past her lips, Watuki choked and gagged, attempting to reach some sort of rhythm to swallow in some blind, inarticulate hope of surviving the ordeal.
Like the night, the pigs were far from done.