[These stories contain particularly gross, niche, and possibly controversial kinks.  These do not reflect any desires or ideals I hold in real life.  It's purely smut with no ill intents.  Beat your schmeat to it if you like it, and if you don't, just don't read it.  Your content warning for this chapter is reluctant/forced consent, general grossness.]

The vixen couldn't believe her luck.  Of all the times her car could have broke down, why did it have to be now?  Of course that was just her denial talking, the truth was quite obvious.  The famous model's expensive, imported luxury car wasn't meant to be driven at all really.  Let alone the bumpy, pothole ridden dirt road she was blasting down.  Not helping matters any was the intense heat.  It was a summer afternoon, but not just any; one of the hottest summers on record - and she was in the deep south.

As such the red fox had to keep the AC and fans maxed out, and it still wasn't enough thanks to her thick, luxurious pelt.  And it was, essentially, only her pelt keeping her so hot.  She was in her infamous American flag two-piece bikini, now a couple sizes too small for her.  Her big, natural tits threatening to bounce free even under tight containment every hard bump she hit.  She had predressed in the outfit as she needed it for the photo-shoot she was headed too, a shoot she'd missed the memo on, and it was going to be down to the wire if she wasted time changing or driving slow and carefully.

And so it was that she wasn't built any better for the environment than the car was.  The fox might have outlasted the car, but the failure of the car would rapidly lead to her own breakdown. The car came whirring to a stop while gray smoke billowed out from under the hood.  The AC and blower cut out at the Sam time, almost instantly turning the car into what felt like a toaster over in the intense sun.  The vixen groaned in frustration herself, and pulled her car to the side of the so-called road. She leaned over the steering wheel in defeat, everything about this day had been horrible and it didn't seem like it could get any worse.  She wished she could just go to sleep right there and wake up from the nightmare.

The fiery redhead never took a problem sitting down, and the frustration quickly evolved into anger.  Sam shouted and shoved the door open hard, gripping the upper frame and pulling her tall body out of the car.  She glared at the luxury car, which was anything but a luxury at this point and dug her paw into her fluffy white cleavage to pull her phone free. Her fury built to a boiling point as she looked at it.  No service - fucking backwater.  She let out a loud scream and tossed the phone as hard as could at the sorry excuse of a road.  She had been starting to exercise more lately in the hops of taking fitness modeling contracts, and as a result, "as hard as she could" was actually rather impressive.

Sam realized what was going to happen the second the phone parted from her fingers, but at this point she was in such anger and denial - she simply elected to believe her intent was always to break it.  The phone just about exploded on the ground, leaving no reason to even try to grab it and check if it was salvageable.  Despite the pain of just making her situation even worse, throwing the phone had at least vented enough anger for her to think straight again for a moment.  She bent over back towards the driver seat and felt around under the wheel till she could pop the hood.

Stepping back around to the front on her bare feet-paws, she lifted open hood to try to get an idea what was wrong.  Despite being such a pretty face, like any good fox she was actually quite intelligent when she wasn't being absent minded and emotion driven.  Though in her defense, she was in her heat season, and it almost felt like her veins were filled with more hormones than blood.  Unfortunately, even with her brilliance she wasn't really a car girl – and even if she was, the fancy new import looked like a maze under the hood compared to the diagrams she'd learned from in high school.  The car was just as much a lost cause.

In more than one way, she'd already felt how hot it had gotten in there as soon as the AC cut out.  It would basically be a pressure cooker for the thick pelted fox. At least, even though the heat was still nearly unbearable, there was still a very slight breeze to help cool the half-naked fox.  Her best bet would be hitchhiking, there wasn't a way in hell someone wouldn't see a woman who looked like her, dressed like she was and NOT offer to help.  But as she did her best to remember her rather zoned out trip down this awful road, she couldn't recall seeing a single other vehicle – and she'd been on the road for hours.  Likewise, she hadn't seen a sign of civilization in hours either.  Even though she was in the shape to make such a walk, it was an agonizing thought.

At this point, she suspected her best option was to keep moving forward.  She was surrounded by farmland, and there was power lines running aside the road.  They had to lead somewhere, and there had to be a farmhouse somewhere out here to harvest the crops.  In fact, as perfectly flat as things were out here, once she put a paw up to her forehead to block the sunlight, she could see a geometric shape on the horizon.  There was some kind of building out there, and that was her best bet.  It was still damn far, but nothing like trying to backtrack. She sighed one last time in frustration, and set off on her way.

It wasn't that far into the walk the spoiled bikini model started feeling miserable.  She couldn't remember the last time she'd been outside in the heat this long, without being able to have a nice swim in a pool or dip in the ocean.  The rest of her time spent exclusively in her mansion, shooting sets, catwalks, and high end clubs - all of it very well air conditioned.  She couldn't get sunburned with her thick fur, but a sunburn might have been preferable to the sheer amount of heat that fur locked in.  Running a paw through the golden-orange fur of her back, it felt like it was on fire to the pads of her fingers.  "Uugh Jesus..."  It was starting to occur to her that this was actually a dangerous situation.  She was hydrated for now, but as she considered the time it was going to take to backtrack, suddenly her decision to head this way seemed a lot smarter.  She was already panting hard, and as a fox, that was about the only heat regulation option she had.

Making matters worse was the heat wasn't just coming from the outside, but internally too.  Heat was called heat for a reason, and it felt like there was a furnace between her legs.  The vixen's heat cycles were the stuff of nightmares.  All that fantastical beauty she had, that earned her all the money and admiration in the world had a cost.  She was built that way thanks to her family's long history of very careful selective breeding.  Not only did they keep pedigree papers that not many anthro families did anymore, but those papers were more like an encyclopedia dating back almost as long as writing itself.  Arraigned marriages far outside the family, each one always selected for beauty or strength, health, or wits - unlike most arraigned marriages, money was never a consideration, it was always about breeding a better fox.  Sam was the product of it being taken one step further, lineage traced down matrilinally in the home country, her mom's was the first marriage decided by genome analysis; finding her the absolute perfect genetic partner for her.

The results spoke for themselves, Samantha looked like a goddess in the flesh.  Better even, ancient Greek statues of Aphrodite looked ugly to her in comparison.  All that beauty came with a curse, all that breeding for looks came hand in hand with breeding, for well, breeding.  The vixen was built from the ground up almost literally as sexuality incarnate.  Ever since puberty had hit her like a freight train far sooner than it ever should to now, her heat cycles were intense.  Lasting months longer than they should, and by the middle of them, actually painful.  She was a month or so away from it getting painfully intense, it was already quite uncomfortable.  Sam was used to keeping the raw horniness under control, at least until the worst of it hit.  It just meant making an active effort to avoid men in the beginning and end months, and locked herself up alone in her room during the worst of it to avoid making incredibly bad decisions.

The walk wasn't helping matters, her thick thighs grinding together slightly teasing her with every step, in turn making the arousal worse; making her more sensitive, making the teasing worse – a perpetual cycle.  It made the already long walk feel several times longer.  Laying down on the side of the road to rub it out of her system by hand seemed like a bad idea, with the luck she was having, that would of course be when a vehicle would drive by and catch her in an extremely compromised position.  She'd just have to rough it.  As got closer to the building she realized it was a trailer, a far cry from the big farmhouse she'd been expecting.  Beggars couldn't be choosers though.  Her nose started to twitch as she started to sense a bad smell.  She couldn't exactly tell what it was yet, but she rolled her eyes all the same.  Of course something else had to be going wrong.

It didn't take long to realize the stink wasn't coming from fertilizer on the fields, but from her destination.  An abandoned building was starting to feel like a best case scenario, even if it meant getting no help.  And it did seem like the place could be abandoned.  The yard was badly overgrown, the grass looking like it was in competition to outgrow the wheat fields around it.  The trailer looked like it hadn't been serviced in just as long as the yard.  The thing looked like it was from the 50s, anything that could be rusted, was rusted; all the windows had been broken and boarded up poorly, and those boards were decaying and falling apart themselves.  Out front was a rust-bucket of a pickup truck that looked like it had less chance going anywhere than her car did.  A decaying wood fence connected to the house, enclosing the backyard which showed a major reason for the stink - it seemed to be some kind of pig farm.  She couldn't see any pigs, but as sick from the stomach as she was from the smell, she knew they were somewhere.  Probably the moss-covered dilapidated old barn, more of a generous shed, out further back.

Everything about this place was the antithesis of the way she lived her life, shuddering in distaste purely from the look; let alone the smell.  She considered turning around right there, there was clearly no hope of getting help there.  But she could spot the glow of light between the broken boards of the windows proved someone must actually live there.  She didn't even have to look at the tattered, faded, problematic flag that was flying from the rusty, bent flagpole on the side of the trailer to know the person inside was going to be the last person on Earth she'd ever want to talk to – let alone need help from.  But she had no choice.  Glancing further down the road, she didn't see another building on the horizon.  This was it.

She swallowed her pride, or at least tried to.  Intensely narcissistic, her pride was more than she could ever chew.  The fox sauntered up to the front door, carefully stepping on the concrete bricks that made up the makeshift staircase.  The door was halfway off its hinges and just as badly rusted as the rest of the trailer.  "What a piece of shit..."  She whispered to herself lightly, trying to get some semblance of a won battle before things once again got worse.  Sam knocked on the door carefully, but firmly.  She was quite certain she could punch a hole through it easily or push it off it's hinges if she didn't take care; then she called out.  "Hello?  Is anybody there?  My car broke down, I need help!"

The highly confident vixen felt anxious for the first time in her life, she'd never wanted to be pleasantly surprised this much before.  So much had gone horribly wrong, she needed this to go right for her mental health - let alone survival.  That anxiety made worse by all the signs she'd seen pointing towards things getting much worse; there was no real reason to have any hope at all for anything else.  And indeed, that hope would immediately start being ground down.  She heard a surprised grunt, followed by a hard, wheezing coughing fit inside.  After the fit ended there was the sound of heavy, hooved footsteps and creaking floorboards.  The pace was slow, interrupted at times be the sounds of piles of something falling over accompanied with foul cursing.  Plenty enough for her to tell the occupant was exactly everything she expected before even seeing him.

It felt like it took longer for him to reach the door, than it took for her to walk here from her car.  It was a lot to do with her impatience, a watched pot never boils.  But he was certainly damn slow.  Finally the door opened, and she instantly wished it hadn't. She was blasted by a wall of stink, distinctly different from the smell of feral pig excrement outside.  Instead this was the stink of garbage and filth.  It was hard to say what was worse, but with the higher amount of stagnation indoors, she had to go with that.  The smell wasn't the worse thing she was greeted by though,  "God DAMN, woman!"

She was presented with something straight out of her worse nightmare, almost exactly the sort of man she'd expect to live at a place like this.  His exclamation made more sense now, a full head shorter than her - he was only a bit above eye level with her half bare tits in the tight bikini bikini top.  Though he couldn't help his lack of height, he should be able to control his eyes and his refused to budge off her rack; only making tiny movements to take in the entirety of the sight.  Of course, he was a pig.  Not just figuratively, but literally.  Pigs were ugly enough on their own right, but he took it too a whole other level.  He was nearly bald, but not quite, growing in a few wiry patches he put no effort in maintaining.  His dirty flesh that should be pink, was mostly brown; not from its own coloration - but from how dirty he was.  And as wrinkled as he was, he could easily be 3 times her age.  Of course, it was hard to say how much of that was his poor health.  If the sounds of him coughing before hadn't been enough of a give-away, his morbid obesity did.

Beyond just the disturbing sight of his body, was the thought of a pig anthro being the owner of feral pig livestock seemed weird for sure; and a sign he probably wasn't mentally stable.  But then again, she didn't know much about the world of ranching and farming – perhaps such things were common.  Maybe one would have a better understanding of the needs involved of the animal that way, rather than it being morally questionable.

The philosophy would have to wait though.  He clearly wasn't the type who could hold such a conversation as he openly started to drool over her.  "What the fuck is a slut like yew, doin' in a place like this, dressed like that?  This sum kinda trick?  I ain't buyin' it, can't fool me, damn foxes..."  He grunted, hacking a lugee near her feet.

Sam's eyes widened in horror.  Wow, her expectations had been low, but not this low.  As much as the sight and smell of him was an affront to her senses, he was immediately the most abrasive male she'd ever met.  No man ever talked to her like that, far too intimidated by her height, appearance, or fame.  She had to bite her lip to hold back throwing insults back at him, lord knew she could come up with hundreds.  She needed help though, so she couldn't yet.  Likewise, as badly as she wanted to cover up her her gorgeous body from his perverse view, she was sure that would also offend him.  Guys like him tended to be snowflakes.

The vixen repeated he situation, "Its no trick, but it's a bit of a long story.  My car broke down a while down the way.  I'm pre-dressed for the photo-shoot I was heading to.  My phone isn't working out here, and I don't think someone is gonna pass by I can hitchhike with way out here.  Can you help me?"  She hoped some part of him was paying attention, as he still refused to look at her face with his beady little eyes - thought at least he'd started to look away from her boobs to admire her hourglass curves, tone stomach, and long legs...

The ugly hog licked his fat jowls, "Yeah yeah, that's quite the pickle fer sure."  He clearly hadn't listened very closely, only enough to get the jist of the situation.  "Well my phone don't work fer shit fuck either.  And its hot as balls out.  Come inside and I'll think 'bout wut tah do next."  He grunted, taking his eyes off of her body finally to glance out the door and down the road she'd come down.  She couldn't exactly blame him for not wanting to make that walk, it had been hell for her and she was in great shape. For him, he might have a damn heart attack.

His poor health was the only reason she was considering actually agreeing to come in though.  Going into a stranger's home like this was typically a very bad idea.  But he was a miserable, pathetic excuse of a man.  He wasn't capable of overpowering a tall, fit, healthy lady like her.  And although he was the type to own a weapon, he would have brought it to the door to threaten her with if he actually had one.  He may be a piece of shit, but he was also harmless.  Besides, as it was, the outside was seeming more dangerous than anything at this point to her.  She was feeling sick to her stomach, and she wasn't convinced it was just from the stink of this place; she could be getting truly overheated.  "Umm okay sure, that sounds fine."

"Uh, yer welcome."  He snorted in annoyance, clearly expecting some kind of thank you.  He turned around and started waddling back inside, not holding the door for her. "Young'ns so ungrateful..."  He muttered, none to subtlety.  As he walked away she suddenly became aware of what he was wearing, or the lack thereof.  Her height over him, and her extreme disinterest in looking at his ugly body had put it off.  The pig was only clad in a wife-beater and briefs; both of which were once white but now were mostly grayed and yellowed, covered in darker splotches and several worn holes.  He clearly hadn't changed clothes in years, she should have known from the smell, but if his lack of hygiene hadn't been confirmed before it was now; it made her shudder.  She couldn't imagine going a day without a deep, long bath.

"Comin' or not, fox?  Might change my mind at this rate."  He oinked at her.

The vixen sighed and followed in begrudgingly, having to duck a little under the doorway to make it inside.  Once again, she found herself instantly regretting her decision.  Her bare feet-paws stepped into crusty, damp, old carpet.  The feeling made her cringe, even if the cool feeling was a relief.  That was only the floor though.  Frustratingly it wasn't even cooler inside than it was outside.  He clearly didn't own air conditioner, she should have guessed as much.  Sure it got her out of the sun, but it was substantially more humid in here.  She grimaced as she realized it was all from him.  The fox had never experienced such dryness before she had come in - it couldn't have rained in ages, so any moisture had to be a result of his presence.  Unlike her, pigs could sweat; and she didn't care to think about the other ways he could make the trailer wet.

The terrible smells were only half the battle.  It was quite dark inside, illuminated only by the large old CRT TV in the living room, a nearly burnt out light bulb in the attached kitchen, and light spilling through the gaps between the boarded up windows.  Sharp as her crystal clear blue eyes were, they'd need time to adapt.  The more they did though, the more she hated it.  The place was a pig sty, quite literally in this case.  There wasn't actually much free floor space, most of the trailer was filled with garbage and junk.  Whether he was purely lazy or had hoarding problems was anyone's guess, but she imagined it was probably both.  The kitchen area had the worst of it, dirty half cleared plates and dishes of every type piled up high, each covered with moldy food.  Countless trash bags buried where she imaged where a trashcan must have been near the bottom.  Even they were a relic of a time long past though, the bags themselves covered with a growing layer of unwrapped garbage.

Even the hog who lived here struggled to navigate it, his eyes needed to adjust too, but it was obvious his vision was far worse than hers regardless as he bumped into piles of junk and nearly tripped on trash a couple times on his way to an ancient dark green love-seat across from the TV.  He plopped down on it lazily, letting out a loud belch as he did while the couch creaked in distress.  Despite it being a seat for two people, there was only space enough for his fat ass to sit on it.  The other half of the couch had turned into a second trash can, piled up with decaying garbage - clearly he'd even gotten to lazy to make trips to the kitchen anymore.  But as much as the vixen found the thought of living in such conditions unthinkable, he seemed quite content grabbing the remote and leaning back on the couch.  "Hmmmn..."

Samantha carefully made her way closer to him, squeezing past the stacks of junk and being careful not to stick a foot-paw in pieces of filth; even if avoiding the disgusting carpet itself was impossible.  Her powerful, vulpine nose ached from the stink, and it wasn't helping that she still had to pant to keep from overheating.  She swore she could taste the grossness in the air.  As badly as she wanted to complain and insult him about the condition of the place, she couldn't.  Becoming less hard to contain, was her impatience.  Her heat was starting to get bad on top of everything else, she wished she'd rubbed one out in the car before she started walking - now she was going to have to wait till she was out of here to handle it.  Seeing the obese pig slouched on the couch, staring at the very blurry, half-broken signal of the TV as if nothing was happening was frustrating her. "Well?"  She finally asked in annoyance.

"Suck my balls."  He grunted at her, turning the volume on the TV up.  It was some kind of football game, the volume was rather useless though as static and garbled as the audio was.

"Wow really?  Why waste my time if you were just gonna tell me to fuck off anyway?  You could have just shouted it from your couch to begin with, instead of giving yourself a heart attack walking to the front door.  Fat, lazy, useless pigs..."  The redhead finally had enough, if she was just going to fuck off anyway there was no point in faking niceties anymore.  No one treated her like this, didn't he know who she was?  Probably not, he was old enough to be her grandpa after all and probably didn't get out much in decades.  "I'm just going to fucking walk.  Thanks for nothing, ass-"

"Knew it.  Thur's that vulpine superiority complex."  He chuckled, "Sides, I thought y'all foxes were suppost to be smart.  I didn't tell ya to fuck off, now did I?"  He snorted smugly, the fact he'd verbally outplayed a fox seemed to please him immensely.  He slouched back further on the couch till he was nearly lying down, then reached both his short flabby arms down his sides till he hooked his thumbs into his underwear.  He slowly started to peel them down, and it was a peel; they folded inside out as he moved them down his grimy thighs, all the sweat and filth made the underwear sticky.  He couldn't reach past his knees between his fat gut and short arms, but that's all he needed.  Two huge balls came tumbling free, bigger than softballs but shaped like two bloated potatoes.  A new smell filled the air, the worst yet; the foul stench of old fish and his awful male musk.  They said musk depended on your diet, health, and genetics - all of those quite bad in his case.  "Suck my balls, bitch.  Then I'll consider helpin' ya.  Closest town is maybe... A 4 hour drive away and that's flooring it.  I ain't good at math, but yew shud be.  Probably take ya a couple days on foot..."

The vixen's eyes widened in horror and her jaw dropped in shock, she couldn't believe what she was seeing or hearing.  She wasn't naive, his extreme interest in her body had been painfully obvious.  She just... Didn't think he'd have the balls to extort her in that way.  That he'd just ask for an obscene amount of money, which would have been much more palatable to her.  And if he had expected a sexual favor, she figured he would have asked to see her tits; that was usually all she needed to get anything she wanted - if she really had to.  For her to be denied anything was rare, and to be given an impossible demand so rudely - completely unthinkable.  "You.  Have.  GOT.  To be kidding." She told him, utterly flabbergasted.

The pig said nothing, just scooting back on the filthy couch on his bare ass to sit up a little better – but with his giant pork balls still hanging freely over the front.  He grabbed the remote again and cranked up the TV audio even louder, his other fat hand digging into the garbage pile next to him to pull out random bits of expired food; shoving it in his mouth and chewing with his mouth open, revealing a limited set of filthy yellowing teeth.  Not that it should have been much of a surprise that his oral hygiene was just as bad as his physical.

The vixen was grinding her own pearly whites in anger this point.  Thinking about every terrible choice she'd made so far today, and how they'd all culminated in this worst case scenario.  Every single decision had been preventable, or could have come to a better outcome than this.  She could have rescheduled till she was out of heat, she could have taken a plane, if she'd been paying more attention when driving she wouldn't have taken the wrong turn that put her on this hellish road to begin with, she could have rented a car more appropriate to the climate, if she hadn't brought her phone she could have found signal somewhere on the road.  But no, all her mistakes had paved the way to the world's least desirable man getting the opportunity of the lifetime, and he was taking it.  She could hate him for that decision and attitude, but she couldn't really blame him.  Just, she'd almost rather he had put a gun to her head and forced it from her, rather than putting her in the position where she had to make one more decision - the worst one yet, out of her own consent.

She pinned her ears back hard in anger, more at herself than anything as she made her choice.  The fox made her way closer to the pig, swallowing hard as she got nervous; but it was really more a matter of swallowing her pride, which was extremely difficult for the woman who was usually in the top 10 of every magazine's list of hottest women alive.  The pig was trying hard to avoid looking at her - not at all from feeling guilty; not at all.  He was trying to act like he didn't give a damn about her, but he was failing miserably.  He'd practically never had a woman this close to him before, and never anyone even remotely in the ballpark of her beauty.  His beady poop brown eyes kept darting over to her tits and body, each look better than the last as her proximity overcame his poor vision.  Till finally she was looming in front of him, and impossible to ignore.  "W-well git tah work, yer blocking the TV."  He grunted, though his guttural rough voice was broken by a stutter and a squeak.  It seemed he was a bit intimated by her after all, seeing this much of her that close had to be completely overwhelming.

For a moment, knowing that much calmed her down.  He was a scared, pathetic, miserable little man.  Not the alpha Chad he pretended to be.  It did remind her that she had the third option of beating the crap out of him and taking his truck keys.  But as much as he found being evil easy, she didn't.  He may be a perverted asshole, but he was still a defenseless senior citizen - she wasn't sure she could live with that even if she got away with it.  Instead she sighed and lowered herself to her knees, grimacing a bit as the met the crusty wet carpet beneath; hating the fact that in front of him the carpet was much wetter than places she'd stepped so far.  Annoyingly, she was so tall she still wasn't in position.  She had to drop further so she was sitting on her calves nearly. This close to him, the stink pouring off his crotch was nearly unbearable.  A man tended to smell bad between the legs if he missed a day or two of showering - he clearly hadn't in many years.  Her nose had been burning before now now her eyes were watering from the mixed smell of decaying fish, old dry urine, and his vile male musk built up in years of grimy sweat.

With agonizing reluctance she leaned in, unable to believe she was about to do this - but there was nothing else for it.  She pursed her lips together in the hopes of at least delaying putting the spoiled pork he called flesh into her mouth.  Finally the vixen pressed her lips against his grimy ball-sack, making her grimace as just the texture alone was awful; both gritty and slimy.  Unable to breath through her mouth anymore while she performed, she was forced breath in his unwashed stink straight into her nose with it only being millimeters away.  It was so intensely foul it finally coaxed a gag and wretch out of her.  All the while, when her lips had pressed onto his sack the pig let out a deep moan of pleasure.  Not really much out of the physical pleasure, it wasn't that much.  It was just the raw satisfaction of having a gorgeous fox kiss his nut sack.  "There ya go.  Lern yer place, fox.  Thanks fer the kiss, gud tah know ya love em so much, but that ain't what I asked fer.  Suck my balls, slut.  Put yer tongue into it."

As terrible as things were, hearing a male moan so hard from nothing but a kiss from her was still flattering in it's own way.  The news he'd just delivered though ruined the short lived positive feeling.  As hard as it had been to work up the nerve to kiss his balls, she couldn't think of anything in the universe she'd rather do less than putting a tongue to the filthy things.  She opened her mouth hesitantly, and forced her tongue out.  The fox's eyes darted around his fat balls, trying to find whatever spot might be the least offensive to lick, but there was no such place - only cursing her eyes with more knowledge of just how ugly his balls were; highly lumpy and absurdly wrinkled.  She wasn't sure why hooked her tongue around the very bottom point of his balls, where dirt laden sweat was literally dripping to the floor in front of her.  Maybe she wanted to be as far from his dick as possible, maybe working from the bottom up was just the most logical.  One thing was certain, it was not the cleanest place she could have started - possibly the worst, save for perhaps the back of his balls nearest his ass.

Sam immediately started to dry heave, her whole body trembling from the raw disgust.  "Blegh! What the fuck!  When was the last time you showered?"  The fox whined.  She'd done her best to stay quiet so far, but the taste was so offensive she couldn't keep it inside anymore.  She blushed a little in embarrassment as she realized after she said it how silly it was to complain about his hygiene now when it had been so painfully obvious the whole time.  As bad as the assault on her other senses had been though, nothing could top the taste.  The rich supermodel rarely ate anything gross at all, leaving her with little to compare the taste too.  The best comparison she could reach was it tasted like sour milk and cheap canned sardines, with a texture more like sandy oysters.  She spit over and over, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, but she was sure she'd never be able to forget it.

The hog grumbled in intense frustration, "Racist bitch, its against our culture as pigs to bathe."  He snorted at "Damn it slut, I just want muh damn balls sucked!  Quit fuckin around or this'll take all night!"  While some of his other rude comments had had a sense of playing things up for effect, or to bolster his own confidence - he now was starting to seem actually mad with her.  He didn't really care her concerns were valid.  He reached down with a grubby hand and gripped her head through her silky red hair with his stubby little fingers.   He pushed forward on her head firmly, trying to shove her into his balls.  In his condition, he wasn't really capable of making her budge on his own, unless she went along with it.  "Suck 'em clean!  And don't yew DARE ever spit agin or deals off!"  He oinked at her.

The vixen felt her rage swelling up again as he yelled at her; fucking piece of shit.  She still had half a mind to leave in a rage and walk, but at this point she'd exposed herself to such horrible sights, smells, and tastes all for the sake of getting help that she didn't want it all to be for nothing.  She'd never forget this, and hate herself for going this far if she'd actually be able to walk away safely the whole time.  No, she had to stick with it, her heat addled mind perhaps shrouding the sunk cost fallacy from her mind.  Instead she couldn't help but think he was right in a way, if she'd just given him her all right away maybe he would have nutted by now and this whole thing would be over.  Fine then.

She turned her anger to motivation and opened her mouth wide, snaking her long tongue out to wrap up around as much of one of his fat nuts as she could and pulling it into her wet waiting maw.  Closing her lips tightly around his filthy flesh, she started to suckle on his ball-sack.  The fat pig groaned hard above her, this time clearly getting a lot more satisfaction that purely in his head.  Seizing the opportunity the vixen slid her tongue up and down his balls, pressing it firmly into him.  She could feel layers of grime being dragged off his flesh by her rough tongue.  All the motivation in the world couldn't keep her body from shaking in disgust from how horrible the taste was, her eyes watering till she had to close her eyes tight.  This made her tentative lick from before seem like child's play, now she was deliberately grinding her taste-buds deep into the filth and pulling it into her mouth.  She refused to let her will break though, certain that if she hesitated even a moment now she'd probably vomit, she had to ride this all the way through.

"O-oh god! Oh fuck yeah!"  The hog squealed in a level of bliss she couldn't even imagine.  "That's a good fox.  That's the way!"  He encouraged her, the firm angry grip on her head turning into pets of admiration.  "I'm gettin muh balls sucked by a super model!  Hooooly fuuuuuck..."  He wasn't able to keep his thoughts in his head under such intense pleasure, and even though the physical aspect was strong now it was even still outweighed by what was running through his simple brain.  He was power tripping too, if he could get this much out of her, what else could he get?  "Ngghn swallow slut!  Eat the fuckin' scum off muh balls!  Learn yer place!"  He grunted out demands at her through struggled gasps for breath.

The feeling from before ran through the vixen again, hearing the pathetic pig squeal and praise her for her oral onslaught filled her with a perverse pride - even in circumstances this bad.  She knew she was incredible, and being acknowledged so intensely for it fed that insatiable ego.  His petting and encouragement even got her to pick up the pace even more.  She snaked her tongue higher up his balls, extending it past her maw making sloppy slurping noises fill the air.  His balls weren't the same flavor all the way around.  The bottom had had the heaviest concentration of sweat, extremely salty.  Upwards along the front the build up of dry urine and old cum was more dominant.  Thicker and stickier in texture, more bitter in taste.  Every time her tongue stroked over the back of his balls she'd wince even greater disgust.  The pig practicing no hygiene did mean none at all, he didn't wipe...

Carried along with the filth though was another taste, more of a lingering aftertaste instead of the sheer brutality of the rest of it.  It had taken her some time to place what it tasted like, she'd just recognized it tasted... Good.  Not incredible, but good enough to motivate her to keep slurping the pigs balls.  A savory taste that her tongue was greeted with no matter where she licked.  Finally it dawned on her what it was, and it made her blush.  Bacon grease.  It was absurd, but it made sense.  Of course it wasn't like if she just cooked some premium bacon at home.  No, it was like licking a griddle at a cheap fast food restaurant that never cleaned their equipment.  Low quality, stale and decayed - but it was still bacon...  Not to mention, the fit vixen lived on such a hardcore diet of purified water, raw fruit smoothies, and protein drinks to maintain her perfect figure that even shitty bacon grease tasted indulgent.  It was making her salivate.

Which it turn made it so when the pig demanded that she swallow, the fox was to the point where she had to make that decision anyway.  Her mouth was full of the scum off his balls, and a mix of his sweat and her own saliva.  A vile mixture, a fluid that was full of sludgy chunks she hated to think about what they were despite having just licking it up herself.  To be told to ingest such a terrible thing was unthinkable, let alone how rudely it was demanded of her.  Something was changing though, his behavior had been distinctly fury inducing before, but now...  Being screamed at by this miserable waste of space, to do such horrible things...  She was impossibly out of his league, the confidence to treat her like this - wasn't like anything she'd ever encountered before.  All guys were either intimidated and scared of her, or deeply infatuated with her to an embarrassing degree.  To finally be getting hard dommed for the first time in her life - was turning her on, even if it was just the heat talking.

She slipped her mouth off his balls with a parting kiss.  Getting to finally get a look at her handiwork.  Everywhere her mouth and tongue had touched was considerably more pink, cleaned of a great deal of filth, though some had been on him so long it was pretty much fused to him.  It wasn't all an improvement though, she also revealed many warts, pimples, and stray ball hairs that bad been buried in filth. Also demanding attention now was his dick, or at least the bizarre thing pigs called a dick.  A long, squirming worm thinner than even her pinky, writhing around out of his filthy sheath with a mind of it's own, drooling with a yellowish slime out the tip she could only assume was precum.  Pigs were such weird fucking things, she thought to herself, while she brace a paw on his knee - knowing what she was about to do was going to be rough.  Leaning back so he could see her around his obese, she cocked her head up and closed her eyes tight, swallowing hard.

The urge to vomit was so intense it actually hurt to fight, making her eyes water even more if the stink and taste hadn't done that enough already.  Her throat pulsed visibly as her esophaogus pulled down the fetid liquid into her stomach, making the hog grunt in satisfaction.  "Hell yeah, eat it, fox."  He urged her on as he reveled in it.  She swallowed again with a shudder, too much in her maw to get down in one go, and it wasn't helping how sticky the gunk was.  "Guah!"  A disgusted gulp slipped past her lips, her fat chest bouncing and shaking in her bikini as she struggled to keep the slop down - a sight that put a twisted grin on the pig's face.  Meanwhile she wasn't even aware of it, her free paw had ran down her flat stomach and slipped into her bikini bottom to rub her wet, hot pussy.  She swallowed again and again, the fluid was all down now, but it felt like every inch of her throat was now grossly covered with a layer of the slime - too sticky to get down with saliva alone.

The hog on the couch wobbled side to side with immense effort as he worked his way back to sitting up.  "God damn, now ain't that a damn gud sight fer sore eyes."  He chuckled at her.  The vixen was confused for a moment, he already complimented the sight of her swallowing his filth.  Her incredible body maybe, but he'd already gotten quite a few good views of that on the way in.  "Rubbin' yerself off just from the pleasure of suckin' my balls.  I knew foxes were sluts, but wow!  THE Samantha Arrow, my personal ball polisher.  Fuckin incredible!"  The ugly pig wheezed.

Sam seized up in terror, for one, embarrassed she'd be caught rubbing herself off; and nearly as surprised he was that she was doing it.  She quickly pulled her paw out of her bottoms, painfully ashamed of herself.  The real thing that struck fear into her soul though was that he knew who she was.  "W-wait, you know who I am?  I didn't tell you my name!"  She leaned back away from him and wrapped one arm around her chest, while she moved her other paw to cover her abs.  Somehow, realizing she was known made her feel naked and exposed.  She hadn't appreciated just how much the anonymity of the situation made her feel safe, until it was ripped.  It weirdly was less out of a desire of privacy, and more that she didn't want him to know just how much more impossibly out of his league she was beyond what was obvious.  He didn't deserve to know, not by a long shot.

He gave her a creepy, wide, half toothy smile.  He was delighting in this.  "Ya just keep impressin' me with how dumb ya are fer a fox.  Thems fat fuckin' udders of yers would give ya away from a mile away.  Not helpin' anything in that outfit of yers.  Also its yer own danged fault, just look."  He grunted, pointing a stubby finger behind her.  Turning around she realized she was pointing at the TV, which despite the crappy image, she could tell it was the most recent commercial she'd worked on - a yogurt commercial that featured her doing yoga.  It was almost like fate was rubbing it in more, for as soon as that commercial ended, her Victoria's Secret ad followed immediately after.  "I reckon probably ain't a man alive that ain't seen ya, half naked no less."  He laughed, "But I can see yer all in a fuss about it, so hows about I level the playin' field.  Muh name's Hurs."

The vixen was exacerbated at this point.  As much as she wanted to yell at him that she was smart, that by her test scores and IQ she was legally a genius – she knew him enough at this point to realize he didn't care.  Besides, he was kind of right this time; she really had no reason to expect he wouldn't know who she was.  So instead she sighed in defeat, moving her paws off her body.  She grimaced as she heard his name, ugh seriously?  Even his name was gross.  "No last name?" She huffed at him.  "Well anyway, yeah fine you got me.  You just had one of the nation's top models gargle your nuts.  Will you just help me now?"  She asked while standing back up onto her feet...

"Mmm nah, ya don't need muh last name.  You'll learn it once we're married, vixen."  He wheezed and laughed again, breaking into a coughing fit.  She was starting to get a feel for his tells now, he was teasing her again - not setting some new expectation of her.  "Now now, sweetheart, we ain't done yet.  May need to get your memory checked while yer at it, cuz I didn't say I'd help ya if you sucked my balls."  He instantly spotted the inferno of rage building up in the vixen; raising a hand to a stop position, "Hooold up, now.  I said suck my balls, and I'd CONSIDER helpin ya.  I didn't say I would."  He licked his lips, delighted with himself, as he was certain she'd remember - he wasn't lying.  "And I've considered it.  Let me fuck yeah, and share my bed overnight, and I will help ya."

As much as she was getting better at reading him, he seemed just as good at predicting her.  Indeed, after the absolute hell she'd just subjected herself too, all for the sake of being helped - the amount of anger that rushed through her hormone filled veins had been enough she nearly jumped forward to beat the crap out of him.  She pinned her ears back and bared her sharp, perfectly aligned, usually bright white teeth at him - though they obviously weren't now, considering.  Still she hesitated long enough for him to explain himself; though her reaction had made his eyes bulge in fear and jerk back in his seat.  Once he reminded her, she cringed as her anger at him turned on herself.  Why the fuck hadn't she caught that!  It was an obvious rhetorical trap and she'd walked right into it.  She should have expected it too, this was the opportunity of his life, and the perverted pig was gonna exploit it.  "Ngghn you fucker!"  She barked in frustration.

She reached up and covered her face, trying to blot out all the terrible sights and smells around her.  The day she thought couldn't get any worse, several times over, just kept getting worse.  It was to the point she couldn't even imagine a way for it to get any worse.  Just because she couldn't imagine it, didn't mean it couldn't happen though.  At this point, she just couldn't let herself fuck up any more, she'd go insane.  So this time she agonized over the decision, very carefully thinking about everything he'd said all day, word by word, reliving the whole terrible experience frame by frame in her head to make sure she wasn't forgetting some small detail.  She softly whispered to herself as she walked herself through it.  Not even looking at him, only able to hear him, she could tell he was about to say something rude in impatience.  This time, she was the one to hold her paw in the halt position, "Don't."  She stated loudly and firmly, making it very clear she wasn't fucking around this time.  He got the hint, probably so excited to fuck her he wasn't about to risk it now.  Finally, she came to the conclusion he wasn't tricking her again, and it wasn't really possible things could get worse from this.  "Okay.  Fine."