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Boarcoon’s Demo


“Hey boss, whatcha got there?” A stout boarcoon asked as he puffed on a large cigar. The foreman stood over his boss as the foon was busy unpacking a large wooden crate. A cloud of foul smelling smoke clung around the swine’s face as he leaned in to get a closer look at the various metal parts scattered around the barnyard. His mechanical limbs groaned under the weight of his belly as he blew smoke over the foon.
“Gah,” the vulpine coughed as he waved away the stinky cloud with a greasy paw. “Ristin Boarcoon! How many times have I told you no smoking on the job?” The boss stood up and stretched, crossing his grey furred arms in frustration. 
“Um, I think it's three this week,” the boar sheepishly admitted as he tossed the still mostly unsmoked cigar on the ground and stomped it out with a trotter. “Sorry, Boss it won’t happen again,” Boarcoon apologized wincing at Boss’s glare. His head hung low in shame as he stamped at the ground. 
“You bet it won’t be,” the foon grinned while starting to assemble the device. “I was saving this for one of the new stud horses, but I think your fat balls will make a good test run.” the tone in the foon’s voice made Boarcoon’s blood run ice cold. He gulped as the device came together enough for him to read the bright red name painted on the side; Stud be Gone 2000.
“Stud be Gone?” Ristin gulped as he was handed an extension cord. “Go plug this in, then round up all the animals,” the boss’s order made the usually overconfident hog feel small as he scurried to the other side of the barnyard, cord in hand. He can’t really take my balls, can he? He thought as he plugged the cord into an outlet. With his first task complete the boar turned his attention to the second more strenuous task, gathering the farm’s eclectic collection of hybrids. Stopping first at a large grassy pen, Ristin called out. “Hey Ramcoon Boss wants yeah in the yard.’
“Coming,’ a pink skinned sheep replied while walking up, the only bits of wool left was his short tail and floppy ears. “Oh fuck, they already got yeah.” the boar sighed as he had counted on the support of his drinking buddy. Now all the ram was, was a cute power bottom, no help to a stud about to lose his prized jewels. 
Ramcoon’s tail wagged as the foreman opened the pen. “Oh, have you seen Ristina?” the boar asked as he slapped the ram’s ass playfully. Ristin’s head looked over in the direction the wooless ram pointed in. “Oh, of course she would be in the pigsty,” the boar slapped his forehead as he walked over with a blush.
The female pig hybrid was the farm’s newest member, specially designed for breeding and with a high regenerative ability, she was perfect for making meals out of. The boar not finding the sow in the mud pit like usual, looked for her in the barn. He found Ristina wearing a yellow sundress while relaxing on a pile of straw. Boarcoon blushed as his member dripped, hmmm maybe a quick fuck, he thought as he approached the fem pig.
“Hey Ristina,” the boar’s voice oozed charm as he flopped in the soft straw pile. “Boss wants us all in the yard for a show.” He continued while draping an arm around Ristina. The sow rolled her eyes and grinned. “I take it you have other ideas first?” She reached down, plucking a stray stalk of straw from her dress. “I should go, but fuck I need a good lay,” Ristina bite her lip as she stared at the boar’s musk packed balls and erect cock, the gold ring jutting out of the tip made her body tremble and the straw between her legs damp. She gave the male a sly wink as she took off her glasses, setting them safely to the side. She had a feeling that what was coming next might break them and she didn’t want to explain to the farmer why her brand new glasses were already broken.
Ristin smiled, he had been waiting a whole week to approach the female pig and now she was inviting him, and right before his castration. The horny male blushed as his fingers clumsy fumbled at the small clasp holding the sow’s dress together. His three fingered hands had never been good for doing things that needed fine motor control. After the fourth attempt he managed to work the stubborn block to the female’s naked body, free. “Took you long enough,” Ristina giggled, pushing the boar away as she wiggled out of the fabric, revealing her three rows of perky breasts. Ristin oinked softly as the lovely female half raccoon, half domesticated pig cupped her top-most upper breasts. “Like what you see,” she teased, giving her light-grey breasts a firm squeeze. She winked at the boar before rolling onto her belly, her pink legs spread open to show off a perky ass, a thick doughnut anus, and wet pussy.
Boarcoon gulped then sniffed at the air, the gold ring in his snout clicked softly as he took in the scent of sow in heat, damp straw, and his own powerful musk. The potent combination sent sparks from the boar’s brain to his groin swelling his already large balls to twice the size. The musky air fueled his rut as the Ristina wiggled her curly piggy-tail, inviting the larger male for copulation. A bead of sweat and musk ran down her folds, pooling in the straw between her legs as her trotters wiggled in anticipation.
Not wanting to keep the eager pig lass waiting, Ristin scooted over and laid on top of the waiting sow. The boar’s huge musky balls pushed Ristina’s legs wide open as his cock fumbled it’s entry several times causing the pig to laugh softly. Cursing softly to himself at Ristina’s giggles Ristin reached down with a paw and guided his thick member till the tip rested against warm folds of Ristina’s sex. Both porkers gasped and moaned as their intimate parts slipped together as if they were cast from the same mold. The boar’s belly pressed heavily down on Ristina’s back as the male started to buck into the warm pig beneath him. Ristina moaned loudly, filling the old barn with the noises of her pleasure as her paws clenched tightly at the straw.
Ristin’s large body shuddered as musky sweat dripped down from his face to gently splash against Ristina’s floppy ears. The boar found them adorable, soft pink skin fading to the light grey of her fur. He buried his snout in her hair as his hips continued to move at a steady pace. Ristina blushed softly, this was her first proper breeding and it felt a lot better then the cold and clinical artificial inseminations she was used to. It was a shame that the big male was the foreman or they might have been housed together. Maybe I could ask the farmer if Ristin could visit more, she thought while she let out a soft squeal from her first orgasem.
The tight walls clamping down on his dick and the wet spurt of fem cum against his balls urged the boar to hurry up. With a beastrial grunt Ristin came, filling the sow with his musky seed. Panting the pair laid there enjoying the warm embrace that came after their dirty lovemaking. As the time ticked by, a loud knock at the barn door alerted the swine that they were no longer alone. “We better get going,” Ristina whispered to the big boar who was snoozing exhaustedly over her.
“It’s probably too late,” he murmured back as the door to the barn swung open with a loud thunk. “I should have known this was what you were doing,” The farmer stood there shaking his head disappointingly. “Boss, I’m sorry but” Ristin stammered as he scrambled off Ristina. His long tail dragged on the ground as he slunk off to the yard. “Ristina go join the others before I decide to have pork for dinner tonight.” The farmer instructed, pointing towards a pen already crowded by various raccoon hybrids. As the pig shamefully passed by the farmer smiled. “If you need help, just come to me. We’ll talk a bit more after the show.” He shooed Ristina out the door as he turned to follow close behind.
 Ristin shivered as he stood next to the large box shaped farm machine, watching as the lovely pig lass slipped in next to the sheared ramcoon. The boar smiled and gave a small wave as the farmer explained the punishment and new procedures for turning unruly studs into compliant farm animals. His mind wandered, not really listening as the machine hummed. The top was open and the inside was padded with some kind of leather, to Ristin’s eyes the opening seemed far too small for even one of his large balls. His thick member hung dripping as the farmer turned to him. “Ristin Boarcoon, for failing to perform your duties as foreman I hereby demote you to livestock. As such you forfeit the rights of your position. First of all, your breeding rights and second your right to walk around. You will be fitted with new cybernetics and treated like a feral member of the farm till you earn my trust back.” 
“Hey, you can’t,” Ristin gulped as he remembered the small print in his work contract. The farmer had every right to treat him this way if duties were performed properly. He mentally cursed himself for his vices as several of the anthro farm animals snickered. With a sigh he let himself be led till his hefty sack dangled over the box. “Sit,” The farmer commanded sternly and Ristin nodded softly before dropping his precious jewels into the opening. To the boar’s surprise the opening was just wide enough. “Ungh,” he grunted as his balls were forced into a soft padded chamber. He huffed as his member throbbed right in front of the gathered herd, the tip of his dick still leaking. “Fucking rut’ Ristin cursed softly as he felt two shap prick to his nuts.
“Right about now the machine will have started,” The farmer explained to his herd as the siting boar yelped at the sudden and brief shock before his balls went completely numb. “First a quick acting numbing agent is injected so the former stud will feel little discomfort for the rest of the procedure,” While the foon talked the machine continued to work. Little arms tugged on Ristin’s scrotum making the boar shift on his seat from the strange sensation. As the farmer continued to explain the process the machine worked tirelessly, peeling the obscenely large pouch from the owner’s body. “What was that?” Ristin shivered feeling a tug then nothing.
The box continued, clamping the thick exposed cords of the boar then snipping each one. Both fat nuts tumbled down a chute as the machine’s inner workings sprayed a quick sealing medical glue over the cut ends of the cords before releasing them. Outside a green light flashed as the boar’s groin was sprayed with a protective bandage. “You may get up now,” the farmer instrucked the boar as another light flashed showing the box was processing the boar balls into meat. Ristin stood and gasped as he displayed the bare patch under his erect and throbbing piggy cock. Without a moment's waste a beep on Ristin’s cyber’s gave the pig seconds to prepare as they disengaged leaving the limbless boar squealing on the ground as four feral limbs were brought out and affixed to his ports. As one last final punishment the famer kneeled gently pressing at the back of the boar’s neck revealing a hidden panel. With the push of a few buttons he locked the boar’s voice into the squeals and grunts of feral hog.
“Ok, the show is over. Everybody back to their pens unless you would like to be next. Ristina take this hog back to your pen.” The foon grinned slapping the boar’s ass roughly making it squeal. “It’s your responsibility now. You will feed, clean, and care for its needs understand?” The pig nodded grinning as she led the former lover away already forming plans on what to do with that still hard hog dick.


To be Continued