[This story contains 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 consent, general grossness.]

The tall young vixen was actually scary when she wanted to be.  The old pig nearly had a heart attack when she jerked at him.  He spent half the time she was thinking gasping for breath and panting while he tried to calm down.  Getting her to suck his balls had been so intensely pleasurable on every level though, that the idea of what full on sex with her would feel like wasn't even fathomable to his inbred brain.  The risk of dying was completely worth it.  Once he finally recovered, he was surprised to see she was still in deep thought.  Impatient with her again, he took a breath to yell – which was when she hit him with the "Don't" that made him nearly shit his pants - not that he was wearing any now.  Finally, she said okay, and he immediately almost had another heart attack.  After crushing her trust, he was certain she was done.  He didn't actually expect her to agree, and the sheer amount of hype that jolted though him nearly killed him.  His jaw dropped in awe, as much as he'd thought through everything else so far, he didn't really have a plan now.

"H-holy shit.  Uh-uh okay!"  He shifted around on the couch in excitement, rolling his fat body back and forth trying to get the momentum to stand up.  His head was spinning wildly though, it was already hard enough for him to stand up with his obesity and poor health but now overwhelmed with anticipation he couldn't pull himself together.  He whined and squealed pathetically for a moment, "Fuck sake! Help me up."  He oinked at the vixen.

Sam watched in disgust and pity as she watched the old pig struggle to simply stand up.  Despite his heavy case of toxic masculinity, he was anything but masculine.  The thought she was going to have sex with this creature, that was struggling this much just to stand, up was also intensely embarrassing for her.  The more he failed, the more degrading it was going to be.  But despite that, she made no effort to help him until he asked for it - not really wanting to accelerate what was about to happen, even if it was inevitable.  Finally though, the hog overcame his own sense of masculinity to ask her for help.  She rolled her eyes and walked up to him, reaching out with both her big black paws to grasp his wrists firmly.  "Guh, you're so slippery.  Hold my wrists."  The pig was looking like he stepped out of a shower he was so drenched head to toe with sweat.

The hog didn't say anything, but he was blushing aggressively, and doing everything he could to avoid looking at her.  He clearly wanted to imagine this part wasn't happening, ashamed to need her help and annoyed he'd have to follow an order from her for once.  But despite his pride issues being just as bad as hers, he did grasp her wrists as she said.  It wasn't a strong grip but good enough.  She wasn't sure why, but she was starting to find his stubbornness cute.  Maybe just because it reminded her of herself.  She wanted to tease him, but suspected compromised like he was in the moment, an insult might actually cut him to the core...  God, why did she care?

She crouched slightly down at the knees, and pushed up while stepping backwards.  The decaying wet carpet was a frustrating mix of both a stickiness making it easier to get traction, and slipperiness making hard to keep her footing.  The pig may have been shorter than her by over a foot, but he was damn fat and heavy.  It wasn't quite as easy as she hoped, her arms, legs and abs flexing hard as she tugged on him.  "Grrr come on now don't just be dead weight, stand up!"  She yipped at him.  Though the vixen was in good shape, she was simply lightly toned, it wasn't like she was a musclebound lady - dead-lifting his full weight on her own was out of her wheelhouse.

It was hard to say if the hog was sicking with her just to annoy her again.  She didn't think so though, he didn't have that shit-eating grin on his face like when he was normally tormenting her.  And he was still avoiding looking at her, despite the incredible view of her body at work.  Instead, she figured he was purely being lazy and didn't really understand what she was capable of physically.  He sighed in annoyance, but scooted forward on the couch till his filthy hooves squished into the carpet.  He groaned softly in some pain as he put pressure through his fat legs, his hooves were soft with some kind of fungal infection and his knees were in terrible shape from his diet from his weight.  That was all the help the vixen needed though, to pull him onto his feet fully.  The pig winced and groaned more loudly, letting go of her wrists to reach behind his back and rub it.  Slouching so far back on the couch to get his balls sucked had clearly done a number on him.

"You okay?"  Sam asked in a rather flat tone, trying to make it clear she wasn't insulting him – but not wanting to seem like she actually cared either.

The pig took a moment to catch his breath, enough he was back to his old self though; proven by him slapping her ass with a grubby hand, and taking a couple steps back behind her so he could watch her ass jiggle.  "Been wantin' to do that for a while.  And yeah, I'll be fine. 'specially once I'm ruttin' ya balls deep."  He chuckled, sinking his hand back into the thick, lush fur of her ass - this time to grope her rather than slap.  "Bedroom is down the hall to the left."  He pointed towards the west side of his home as if it was necessary, but it wasn't like there was any other hallways in the little trailer.

Clearly he wanted her to to lead the way so he could enjoy the view of her backside.  An angle he hadn't been able to enjoy yet, but was actually just as impressive as her front side.  Her chest was what she was most famous for, but no aspect of her body was less than fantastic.  Her ass was perky, and just as all natural as everything else.  The white fur pattern that ran down her dorsal ended in a perfect heart shape on her ass, so long as her thick thighs were held together.  From behind, her luxurious, long, bright red hair was on full display, as well as her gigantic tail which was nearly big as the rest of her body – tail size happened to be a whole other kind of dick measuring foxes engaged in.  The vixen rolled her eyes as he went straight back to his crude comments, but carefully made her way through the hoarded trash and down the hallway.

There was only two doors in the hallway, one on each side.  One with a 'clear' path was to the left, the one where he said his bedroom was.  The other had trash piled high in front of it.  It only made sense for it to be one thing, a bathroom.  It didn't surprise her it was blocked off.  She had noticed, unfortunately, that in the living room; he had turned a corner into a restroom.  No doubt to save the lazy fuck a trip.  But at this point she counted herself lucky he wasn't so lazy that he didn't just go in his pants.  The bedroom door was cracked open, so she elected to push it open with the back of her paw rather than grasping the doorknob; though at this point trying to avoid filth was starting to seem futile.

She wasn't sure why she'd expected the bedroom to be cleaner than the rest of the house so far.  Maybe she assumed he was living entirely in the living room, given how filthy it was.  Still, it didn't really shock her at this point.  He clearly still used the space, which was a bad news for its cleanliness.  It was just as full of hoarded trash as anywhere else in the house.  It felt worse in here though, thanks to the much more limited space.  It was the tiniest bedroom the millionaire had ever scene, closer to the size of her walk in closet.  It wasn't going to be possible to stay out of the filth here.  The bed was the centerpiece of the room, merely a twin sized mattress lying on the floor with just enough trash cleared off it to leave a space for the obese pig.  The mattress itself was disgusting, laying flat on the floor with no support.  It was darkened yellow all the way across, most semblance of texture or designs on it had been worn off with time, leaving it looking very lumpy and uncomfortable – particularly in the space the pig tended to sleep.  It was covered in dark gray, black, and brown splotches distinctly emanating from where his crotch, pits, and mouth would be near on the mattress.  "Strip naked and lay down."  The short pig ordered from behind her, letting go of her ass to let her work.

That dirty old bed was the sort of thing that was in the worst nightmares of most women.  But at this point Sam was too numb to all the filth she'd already seen, smelled, and even ate that it didn't intimidate her at now.  She still grimaced at the appearance of it, knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant; but she no longer cared to bitch about it.  Instead she reached behind her back with both paws to grasp the strings of her bikini top firmly.  She heard Hurs let out a soft grunt of satisfaction, turned on purely just by the fact she wasn't even complaining about an order for once - and not wasting time just delaying anymore.  Realizing that, she did consider dragging to on just to frustrate him, but she was honestly getting tired of fighting.  Not to mention, so badly in heat, and being under so much sexual tension through this whole ordeal, she actually did need fucked; even if it was going to be the most deplorable fuck she could thing of.

She pulled the strings of her top, and it didn't take too long for the weight of her boobs to overcome the weakening knot of the top.  If it wasn't for the fact she was holding the strings, it would have dropped to the dirty floor.  Instead her large breasts dropped down slightly and settled onto her fluffy chest.  She let go of one side of the top, then used the other paw to toss the American flag top onto the least gross pile of junk she could find.  

"Nggn shiiittt."  Hurs wheezed, drooling over the fact he was getting a hefty view of side-boob, even from completely behind her.  She was about to move on to her bottoms, but the hog couldn't keep his hands off her; waddling up behind her.  She heard him coming and raised her arms for him, she knew enough about about men to know he wanted to grab her tits – particularly this perverted pig.  To her shock, it wasn't where his hands went first, instead she felt his dirty fingers grasp her wide hips, causing her let out a light, surprised gasp.

"This can't be real..."  He mumbled to himself, slowly dragging his hands up her hips then along her tight waistline.  "Fucking work of art..."  She wasn't sure what exactly had come over him to suddenly be complimenting her, but she wasn't going to complain.  Her whole body had been aching to be touched in her intense heat, being stroked and admired like this was actually starting to make her heart race.

"And it all belongs to me..."  There it was, it couldn't last forever she supposed.  Sure, she was a perfectly sculpted work of art - but his property.  She rolled her eyes again, but it didn't change the fact being groped up felt fantastic.  His arms traced up her gentle hourglass figure, and finally went for the grand prize gripping her breasts.  He immediately started to grope and squeeze the fat, perky orbs  "Gods fuckin damn, they're natural!  How'd the fuck you pull this off while-"  One hand let go of a tit to rub down her washboard abs "Having a body like this?  Ain't fuckin' possible..."  He wheezed behind her, pinching her hard, onyx black nipples between his thumbs and fingers, before letting go of her chest to deliver a firm slap to her perky ass again.  "Lay down on yer back, I wanna fuck ya the way god intended."

God never intended them to fuck, he was probably weeping if anything; the vixen thought to herself.  Still, she was unbearably horny at this point; actually dripping with her arousal now after the perverted groping of her body.  She couldn't be more primed, even moaning audibly as he pinched her sensitive nipples and smacked her ass again.  She gripped her bikini bottom strings and yanked them unceremoniously.  Pulling them free of her tight ass, she let them drop to the dirty floor – not even considering the filth like she had for the top.  She stepped up to the mattress, and started to crouch down to mount it, her boobs swaying beneath her while she did.  As she got closer though, she was forced to see that the mattress was even more gross than she first realized.  While some stains remained unidentified, or at least she didn't want to admit what they were.  She could now tell the nastier splotches were mold thriving in the hot, damp environment of the bedroom.  And the flora was only part of it.  There was fauna too, roaches were more obvious, skirting across the surface time to time.  But harder to spot were the tiny, flat bugs all over the mattress - bedbugs.

She bit her lower lip as she struggled with her immense disgust and fear, but she was far too damn horny to stop now.  She turned around the face the pig and slowly rested her perky ass onto the mattress, cringing at the cool, wet feeling much like what he feet had been dealing with in the carpet the whole time.  It even squelched under her as she shifted her weight.  Carefully she started to lay back, not wanting taking her time due to how grossed out she was, but also out of pity for the insects; she didn't want to squish them.  Sure, they were making her life miserable, but it wasn't their fault they were here, it was their home and she was the stranger.  As she laid down she had to scoot her ass forward till eventually her feet were over the edge from the ankles down.  The fox was too tall for the pig's cheap little bed, her head hanging over the top edge annoyingly.  Finally she was fully laid out on the bed, for once, regretting her wild long hair for once as it spread over so much of the infested bed.  She wasn't sure why getting her hair messy seemed worse than getting her back fur dirty; not that it would matter for long, as she quickly felt things crawling against both her hair and back.  It sent trembles through her whole body in reaction, her nipples hardening and tightening even more from the bizarre feeling.

"God damn that's a sight I woulda killed for."  The hog groaned, for once he was looming over her as he stood at the foot of the mattress.  "Beautiful fuckin' fox splayed out on my bed, naked, waiting fer me..."  He was salivating, licking his fat, dirty lips in ravenous desire.  Part of him just wanted to get to fucking her right there; actually most of him did, it was taking every ounce of willpower in his body to resist - he wanted to savor every second of this moment.  Nothing like this would ever happen to him again.  He grasped the bottom of his filthy wife-beater and started to pull it up.  Much like his underwear had been, it was nearly stuck to his body thanks to all the scum and sweat on his body.  Rolls of fat would come spilling out the bottom and smacking into place, he wasn't that almost cute kind of round fat - but instead it was all flabby and lopsided folds.  The shirt had been so tight on him, that he was proving to be much more obese than she first thought, no wonder his health was so bad.  Finally he got the shirt peeled off and he tossed it aside, waddling forward till he was standing over her right at the bottom end of the mattress.  "Beg."  He oinked sharply.

Sam grimaced at the hideous appearance of the pig standing over her.  She'd been highly aware he was ugly as hell, but now with them both fully naked it felt so much more visceral, and she was both more exposed to it, and in such a more compromised position lying on her back.  When the fat pig oinked 'beg' at her, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant.  She took a breath to ask, but he interrupted her.  "Beg me to fuck you, fox."  His voice had gotten quite dire and firm, he wasn't just fucking around this time.  "Yer kind treated us pigs like second class citizens fer hundreds of years.  I ain't inclined to fergive that."  He crossed his stubby arms across his flabby chest.  "Yer gonna learn yer place, as subservient tah porcine master race.  Beg to be graced by my superior pig cock."  He grinned down at her darkly, finally staring her dead in the eyes for once with those little turd brown orbs.

The vixen cringed at the horrible request.  It was shocking he even knew such complicated words and concepts given how simple he'd seemed so far; but it only made sense he must be getting his brain rotted by some extremist news source.  Sex with him alone had been the most degrading and humiliating thing she could think of.  To beg him for it was a downright horrific thought.  She'd forced herself through so much humiliation already, but with all her ego and pride this was the step too far.  Unfathomably out of his league, HE should be begging and pleading for her – not the other way around.  A rich supermodel, desired world round for her breathtaking beauty.  She was the embodiment of the peak of the proud vulpine race, and here she was being condemned for her race - and to submit that the ugly, fat, gross, short asshole of a pig was superior to her.  She couldn't be more humiliated....  And turned on.

"P-please..."  The vixen called out softly, pinning her ears back in a mix of shame and submission.   "I want to fuck you.  I need you."  As her words hit his filthy ears it made him moan again; reaching down his fat gut, he tried to grab his dick and rub himself.  But his belly was too fat and his arms were too short, the best he could do was rub his flabby rolls against his dick.  Still it must have done something for him, as he panted and drooled over her.  She could tell this wouldn't be enough, she had to keep going.  The fox brought a paw to grip one of her big boobs, lifting it up and groping it to entice him, while he other paw ran down her dorsal; stroking her flat abs then moving to her soaking wet crotch to rub herself gently.  "I'm so wet and hot for you, Hurs.  I'm so sorry for what my people have done. I want to become subservient to the superior porcine race.  Fuck me, make me yours!"  She pleaded to such a desperate degree that almost surprised herself...

"Mnnggn, now that's a gud gurl.  Look how horny ya are fer pig cock.  Yer body knows exactly where vixens like ya belong.  Soon enough yew will to..."  The obese hog waddled up to the mattress slowly getting down onto his knees with a wince of pain, before placing his hands into the nasty mattress next to her; just below her bust line.  Finally he laid down on top of her, though flopping was more accurate term as he dropped down her, not supporting himself with his hand or knees anymore.  It knocked the air out of her, he was heavy as fuck even with his lack of height.  Still, at this point she felt lucky he hadn't just dropped on her from a standing position; that seemed like something he might do.

Both of them were left gasping for breath, he out of exhaustion just from the effort from laying down; her from getting the air knocked out of her.  The pig seized the opportunity, leaning up to lock his floppy jowls with her pointy muzzle.  She pinned her ears back in disgust as immediately he started to violate her mouth with his filthy unwashed tongue.  Making things worse, the fat pig tongue took up almost all the space in her muzzle, leaving her tongue with no way to avoid touching his.  She'd already gotten a preview of the vile taste from his snot before – distinctly different than cleaning his balls had been but nearly as bad.  His tongue was coated with the slime and grease of years decaying and crappy food.  All the while she was trying to catch her breath around it, just to end up inhaling mostly just his acrid exhales.  Hurs reached up with his right arm and hooked his hand behind her head to grip her and pull in down keeper into the kiss.  If it could be called a kiss; it was more like he was sucking on her face and fucking her mouth with his tongue.  He'd never kissed any woman in his life, and he was trying to get everything he could out of it while he had the chance.

And she loved it.  She never imagined such an intense ravishing was possible, from nothing more than a kiss.  He was just so confident in just taking what he wanted from her.  It might have just been the heat talking – both the literal and biological; or maybe it was the toxic smells and stinks overwhelming her senses and leaving her lightheaded and nauseous.  But this was beyond intense, beyond exciting, so different...  Her big ears perked back up, closing her eyes softly as she started to suckle on his dirty tongue.  Her body still trembled in natural disgust as she started to swallow down his saliva, while her tongue twirled and wrapped around his own.  The hog grunted in satisfaction into the kiss, left had moving down to grope on her waistline and stroke down the her wide hip underneath his sweaty fat.  They made out for minutes on end, the vixen's fur starting to feel soaked on both her front and back as the juices in the mattress oozed onto her back, and the pig sweated all over her front side.  She could feel bugs crawling all over her long hair and thick fur.  She couldn't imagine anything more disgusting, and yet she didn't care.  "Fuck me.  Please..."  She huffed into the kiss.

"Greedy slut. Soon."  The pig wanted to fuck her so badly he could hardly stand it, especially with her begging him for it.  But he was well aware he wasn't likely to last more than a few pumps in the bombshell vixen.  He was already exhausted, and it felt like his heart might explode at any moment – he was certain to pass out once he nutted.  Hurs wanted to use her for all her worth, or at least as much as he could manage; and there was so much of the supermodel to enjoy still.  Breaking the sloppy kiss he started to move down her body - not romantic enough to think of kissing down her neck as he went.  Instead, to no one's surprise, he went straight to Sam's award winning chest.

Sam cocked her muzzle up instinctively to give the pig space to kiss down her neck like she expected, just to be left out to dry.  Ah, of course.  The pig was literally drooling over her tits, clearly pausing to enjoy the stunning sight far longer than was sensible.  She wasn't sure she'd ever understand men's fascination with boobs, but she couldn't really crap on it when they'd made her a millionaire.  Her breasts were so perky that even laying on her back, with gravity pulling them down against her chest – the snow white mounds still rose up proudly peaked with hard black nipples.  All natural, they trembled hypnotically every time the vixen squirmed or shuddered, which she was doing a lot given the situation.

The hog took his left grimy hand off her hip,  bringing it up to cup and fondle her right breast.  "Gods damn work of art.  Heavy... How big are they?"  He asked, squeezing her breast as best he could despite her being far to big to fit in his hand.  He spoke clinically, as if sizing up livestock he was purchasing.  An impressive, first prize winner, but still livestock.

The vixen moaned softly as she was groped, her overly-sensitive breasts betraying her again.  She blushed as he talked about the weight and size of her tits so plainly.  Questions of her bust size were incredibly common of course, she was used to it.  But it was usually so more passion and awe in the question.  Hurs was instead intensely objectifying her, yet it only turned her on further... "F cups sir..."  She'd been going up by a cup size almost every years, it was why her bikini top had been undersized, less than a year old but she'd bought it for her EEs.  She was 20 now, but had always been big for her age ever since puberty hit.  She was sure she was no where close to done growing either.  Her mother was incredibly stacked, and yet Sam also bigger at given age so far.  She was destined to be massive.

F's alone put her well beyond most women in the US, and it was very clear Hurs had never encountered anything remotely even close.  She didn't really know many in the modeling industry even, not natural girls at least.  Though that was partly to blame by media obsession with scrawny little petite girls, she figured.  Needless to say, she was as proud of her chest as the pig was obsessed with it.  "Gawd fuckin damn.  Didn't even know there were sizes bigger than double D."  Mentioning double Ds made Sam roll her eyes, that was such a common misconception, that DD was gigantic and they didn't get any bigger.  She had them when she was 16.

The pig leaned in and rolled his fat tongue over her right breast, starting from the base of her under-boob then around and over the top.  He applied as much pressure as he could, digging his damp tongue through her soft thin fur of her breast attempting to taste her as much as possible.  The force dragged her boob along with him until the force of gravity overcame friction, quickly leading him to her tight, hard nipple.  As soon as he felt the texture change he knew he had his prize, quickly closing his filthy lips around her nipple and sucking on her with an intensely ravenous hunger.  From the second he'd laid eyes on the fox, it had been one of his greatest desires, and now that he was getting it he wasn't holding back.

Sam arched her back up in pleasure, pushing her fat boob deeper into the slobbering hog's mouth.  As much as her overly sensitivity made just being touched better, having her breasts licked and sucked on was on a whole other level.  Especially with as much she'd been worked up, and how entirely one sided the sex had been so far.  Not that he was doing it before, it was just luck what he wanted was also good for her this time.  "Nghn fuck..."  She called out softly, reaching her paws up she finally put her arms around her would-be lover.  She regretted her decision almost immediately as her left arm sunk deep between his grimy, sweaty folds. Regardless, she followed through with placing her other paw softly against the back of his bald head.

Hurs grunted around her tit in satisfaction as the vixen embraced him.  Dumb as he was, he could at least tell she wasn't just faking anymore, or doing things just because he told her to.  She was enjoying it too now.  The gratification was immense, he'd managed to please a super model.  More importantly, he'd tamed the bitch that had despised him not long ago.  She wanted him, and that knowledge alone was almost enough to make him orgasm on its own.  He clenched his eyes tight trying to hang on, he had to save himself for inside her, it was critical.  Even fighting it though, he couldn't prevent precum from drooling out the tip of his thin, squirmy pig dick onto the soft fuzz of her pubic area.  As bad as he wanted to humiliate her about being turned on by him, he was pretty sure doing so would make him cum for sure.

All the while, he'd got more and more intense in passionate with sucking her tit.  Wrapping and swirling his tongue all over her hard nipple in his mouth.  The vixen didn't lactate, no matter how hard he sucked on her – why would she after all.  But it didn't stop her from tasting delicious, by far the tastiest thing he'd taste in decades.  He grunted and oinked around her boob almost animalistically, as he found himself getting more and more hungry by the minute.  He opened his jaws as wide as he could, and pulled as much as her entire breast into her mouth as he could.  Impressively, he was nearly able to get entirety vixen's large mammary into his mouth thanks to the sheer size and anatomy of his porcine maw.  Once he had achieved his goal he started to suckle and chug on her even more intensely before, sucking her entire boob as he rolled and ground his tongue firmly against every square inch of her breast.

The supermodel was left in awe.  Not only had no man ever been so gluttonous to try something like that, but they wouldn't have been able to if they tried.  He couldn't quite get it all in, but it was still beyond anything she could have imagine.  Having her whole breast massaged in his filthy mouth as he sucked her boob sent almost overwhelming pleasure down her spine.  "Aaanh!  Holy shit!"  Her toes curled up and she squirmed under the fat sweaty pig, but he wouldn't let up.  As disgusting, sloppy, and thoughtless as sex with him was; she'd never been so excited and turned off in her life.  It was weird, it was wild.  She loved it, stroking one paw up and down his back, the other massaging the back of his head encouragingly.

The hog nursed on her breast for minutes on end, clearly completely overwhelmed with gluttonous desire.  Many times as he sucked he'd stick his tongue out past his lips, unsatisfied with the fact he couldn't get her entire breast in his mouth but wanting to taste it all one way or the other.  Each time his tongue broke the seal of his lips, the nasty sounds of his sloppy slurping and gulping would echo throughout the room; and his porcine grunts and snorts became more louder and more stinging – it really was like he was only a couple steps short of trying to eat her as he was going.  Ironic, given he was the prey animal and she the predator.  Finally he broke from her tit with a disgusting slurp, her breast dropping and slapping wetly onto her chest.  Yet despite panting and gasping for breath, Hurs went straight to work giving her right boob the exact Sam treatment.

The vixen rolled her eyes, of course he would.  As nice as getting her boobs so viciously sucked felt, her intense heat driven horniness.  She was starting to soak the mattress between her legs in arousal.  Her womb ached like it was on fire, and there was only one thing that could extinguish the flames.  "Ngggh, fuck me already!"  She whined in need, but the hog was totally oblivious, she couldn't tell if he was ignoring her on purpose or if he was just that obsessed with the taste of her breast; continuing to slurp and suck on it viciously.  She wasn't taking no for an answer this time though, it was time to assert herself.  She removed her arms from his body and placed her big paws on either side of his face, turning it upward to make him look at her piercing blue eyes.  "Fuck me."  She barked firmly.

Hurs easily could have sucked on the supermodel's breasts all night, it was his own little slice of heaven; even ignoring her first attempt at begging, for it despite how much it aroused him.  For once though it appeared it wasn't up to him as he was grabbed and forced to look into her eyes.  He shuddered, as intensely beautiful as her brilliant blue eyes were they also cut down to his very soul.  Combined with her taking a less playful, more serious tone – it tore through all his fake confidence.  He wanted to be in charge, not let her give demands.  But it was clear he wouldn't get away with teasing her any longer.  It wasn't like it wasn't going to be fun either, in fact, he couldn't imagine anything better.  His hesitance was purely out of selfishness and pride.  As much as their height difference had been perfect standing up, face level with her boobs - it was now much more disappointing.  He had to move back up her body, at least he'd get to rub his snotty snout in the thick chest floof below her neck.  Which he did immediately, sinking his face into the deep silky fur.

Sam took her paws off his face and wrapped her arms back around the greasy pig and encouragingly rubbing his back.  "Put it in me, I'm ready."  She leaned down and whispered into his ear hotly.  She couldn't believe she was begging the disgusting pig to fuck her, of her own free will at this point no less.  Less than two hours ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead in the Sam room with any pig, let alone one as gross and ugly as him.  Now she was arching her back up and grinding her hard abs against his obese gut, doing her best to help him get lined up with her dripping hot pussy.  She had no idea how it would actually work, the thin prehensile pig cock was unlike anything she'd been involved with before.

The pig was also a little lost.  He hadn't had sex since before the vixen was born, and the last time had been with his equally morbidly obese mother.  And Sam of course was no where remotely shaped like her.  Luckily the vixen rubbing her soft fur against his body helped guide him, shifting his hip around on top of her until he felt the intense heat radiating off her groin against his.  He let off a soft grunt of excitement, no wonder she'd been so demanding if she was so horny she was this hot – and he could hardly imagine how good it was going to feel.  He moved his crotch towards the center of the heat, his crusty unwashed dick spinning and whipping around wildly in search of it's grand prize.  Rolling around in the silky fur of her crotch was its own intense pleasure, making the old pig groan again – he was already having to hold back to keep from nutting early.  After what felt like hours to the sex starved vixen, finally the tip of his flailing dick hooked between the vixen's folds.

Instantly and abruptly the agonizing wait was over.  The pig's dick instinctively stiffened completely straight, and he slammed his hips forward, cramming his unwashed cock deep into the tight, hot vixen in one swift stroke.  Both of the lovers cried out in immense pleasure; Sam squeezing Hurs tight in her embrace as her toes curled.  Despite how abruptly his penetration had been, he didn't hurt her at all.  As she'd seen for herself before while sucking his balls, that his prehensile dick was incredibly thin, similar to the width of her pinky.  His intense arousal had coaxed his full length out of his sheath though, and he was excessively long by nature.  The vixen wasn't deep enough for all of it, poking against her cervix and coiling back up inside her till the hog was able to grind the end of his filthy sheath against her folds.

Hurs squealed in unfathomable delight, his expectations of how good fucking the vixen was going to feel had been incredibly high, and she'd just utterly blown past them.  For one, she was shockingly tight, she was such a tall lady he'd expected his slim dick would be far too small to fill her - not to mention as gorgeous as she was, she had to be promiscuous and sleeping with truly massive dudes.  Instead, even with his limited width the supermodel had him in a firm grip, to the point of it being difficult to screw his dick around inside her.  Any time his squirming dick poked her cervix or g-spot she'd clench on top of it, squeezing him so hard with her strong pelvic muscles it felt like he was in a vice.  Helping smooth things out was how wet she was, lube was entirely unnecessary even if he wouldn't have used it if he had it.  A lewd, wet slurp had filled the air as he hilted in her, feeling his sheath dampen in her displaced desire.  And as he expected the flawlessly smooth, velvety embrace of her tunnel was also jaw-dropping hot.  No wonder they called it heat, if she was even one degree hotter it might actually hurt.  But as it was, it was beyond perfect.  "Ah- aaah!  Hoooly fuck!"  He oinked out in awe, spiraling and screwing his dick around inside the vixen frantically in animalistic pleasure.


Ultimately his pleasure was totally within expectations, the real shock was the bliss Sam was it.  She'd needed dick so badly that finally getting it made her brain, deep in heat, reward her with a staggering amount of dopamine.  "Oh fuck yes!"  She yipped in bliss, grinding her hips up into Hurs crotch and groping his greasy back up and down.  "Your dick its  so... Ahh!"  The fox didn't even know what to say about it, though weird would have worked.  The supermodel had surprisingly little sex, at least when it came to full on intercourse.  She knew how incredibly beautiful she was, and found even the best men the modeling world had to offer weren't good enough for her standards.  It was part of why she was so tight even for Hurs' pitiful lack of width, helping him be pleasurable for her and not just him.  All of that was nothing though compared to how it felt to have his prehensile cock swirling and twisting around in her insides.  His nasty cock was grinding and jamming against places inside her she didn't even know she had, and as the corkscrew action of it ran down his shaft it would rub her g-spot over and over consistently.  In a few short moments, she'd become addicted to pig cock.

It didn't even need said that the pig was addicted to fox pussy now, it was staggering how much better it felt inside the vixen compared to his mother.  Before getting inside, he'd thought maybe all the beauty was just on the outside, and one vagina was the Sam as any other.  It was very clear now that couldn't be further from the truth.  "Can't... Hold it..." Hurs grunted into her chest fluff.  He was wheezing for breath and sweating more than ever all over her, yet he wasn't moving at all, not even humping her, and merely laying on top her while his dick squirmed inside her for only a couple minutes.  Despite the immense pleasure making it hard to even think straight, he did remember one last thing he wanted to put the cherry on top of the whole situation.  "B-beg.  Beg for it, bitch!  Beg for my pig cum!  Beg for me to breed you!"  The ugly pig demanded greedily.

Even in her state of pleasure, the vixen couldn't help but roll her eyes as the pig said he was going to nut soon.  They'd barely started, and with her stamina and desire she could go all night long.  Well, more like the stamina to go at it several times all night, surprisingly she could feel she was close to release too, sex with him had proved impossibly more pleasurable than her expectations.  It was understandable though, a lay like her for a man like him, she couldn't even put herself in his shoes of how satisfying it must be.  Not to mention his god awful health and being three times her age, it wasn't surprising he couldn't handle her.  What he said next truly made her shiver, she couldn't fathom anything that could be more humiliating that begging him to breed her...  But, nothing had turned her on more in her life either; to be dominated like this...

"P-please!  Come inside me!  Impregnate me! Fill my fox pussy with your pig cum!"  She cringed at her own words, it was so embarrassing to talk like that.  She'd never said such dirty things during sex before, and she couldn't help but compare it to shitty dialogue in porn she'd seen.  It made her pin her ears back in disgust just from saying it, let alone the context of the words – begging the fat ugly pig to breed her...

Despite how corny and dumb it sounded to her, it was clearly exactly what Hurs wanted to here.  He closed his eyes and shivered on top of her, having a gorgeous super model begging him to breed her was one of the biggest dreams of his life; and actually carrying it out with a vixen like Sam far exceeded that dream.  "Fuck f-fuck FUCK!"  It was apparently even enough to get him worked up enough to do more than just lay there too.  He started to hump her frantically and arrhythmical, obviously something he'd never done before.  To be fair, it wasn't very effective for him.  His wiggly prehensile cock didn't have the stiffness to be thrust like that, idly laying on her was all a pig needed to do.  All it really did was serve to grind is sweaty, greasy flab against the silky soft fur of her tone body.  It also served to slap his huge, bloated hog balls against her perky, plush ass.

He'd only humped her a few times, before Hurs started squealing like... Well... A stuck pig.  Sam pinned her big ears down again the noise was so gross and offensive to perceive.  "I'm cummin'!  I'm cummin'!"  His dick corkscrewed and drilled around in her insides harder and faster than ever, nearly overwhelming Sam with pleasure until the porcine cock finally hit its mark.  The tip of his prick caught hold of her cervix, then, just as how his cock had stiffened up straight to penetrate her to begin with, it did so again.  Unlike before though, where the lack of width of his dick had made taking his cock hardly noticeable - her vulpine cervix was not meant to be penetrated like that.  There wasn't even a moment to dwell on it, as Hurs instinctively slammed his hips into hers with all the strength he could muster.

Suddenly, his cock had gone from being downright laughable from being thinner than her pinky - to feeling like she was being split in half.  It felt like she was having sex with a massive horse instead of a fat pig.  It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable, if he was any wider it may have been.  Instead he was basically exactly the size that she could handle.  It wasn't only pain though, the pleasure was intense.  "Nggn fuck!"  Sam groaned, tossing her head back hard, lifting a paw from his back to grip her hair as if it might help ease him in.  His unwashed cock inside her untouched womb created a feeling of being penetrated so deeply it was unparalleled.  It was like a spear stabbing straight into the heart of her unbearable heat.  And that was exactly what that bizarre porcine was meant for, extinguishing heat by making insemination as direct as possible.

Something Samantha was about to experience first hand.  Hurs started squealing and oinking wildly on top of her; she had no idea if he was trying to say something or was just overwhelmed with animalistic desire.  His obese balls pressed firmly against her ass, she could feel them clenching; the dirty, wrinkled orbs going taut as he started nutting hard.  It took concerning long for him to actually start coming, no longer than a couple seconds - but far longer than any healthy man she'd ever slept with.  As agonizingly horny as she was, and how hot the fire of her heat was burning; it felt like forever.  Finally she felt bulges of cum pulsing up his long worm of a cock.

In the exact moment the first wad of sludgy pig jizz splattered against the walls of her fertile womb; the super model vixen was rocked by the most intense orgasm of her life.  Her eyes went wide with shock, totally taken off guard by immense wave of pleasure and satisfaction blasting from her womb to every fiber of her being.  There was no way in hell this ugly old bastard just made her cum harder than a handsome, weightlifting champion stallion.  But the vixen wasn't given any time to think of it, as the pleasure utterly overwhelmed her.  The vixen let a strong howl into the air to join the hog's frantic squeals, as she greedily tightened her grip around him – digging her sharp ebony claws into his back.  She was just as overwhelmed by pleasure and animal instinct as he was at this point.

As the vulpine orgasmed, her pussy started gripping the pig's cock even harder, contracting and squeezing around him from all sides in her hot, wet, velvety embrace.  The pig's squealing was interrupted by an intense groan of pleasure - as much ecstasy as Hurs was in, Hurs was in several times more.  Beyond just the overwhelming physical pleasure, he was also riding the high of cream-pieing one of the hottest women on the planet; on top of that, the satisfaction of having made her cum too - something he was going to give her hell for now doubt, when this was over.  And it wouldn't be over for a long time.  Pigs had infamously long orgasms, their giant balls and thin cock was like trying to empty a water tower with a straw.  Not just that, but Hurs obesity and short arms meant he hadn't been able to jack off in ages - Hurs was backed up badly.  And of course the plain fact he was having the hardest orgasm of his life in a fox vastly out of his league.

In a whole day of totally unbelievable events, this certainly took the cake.  Never in a million years would she have believed she'd ride out the most intense orgasm of her life pinned between a moldy bed and hideous, obese pig.  By every measure, this should have been the most miserable, unpleasing sex imaginable.  He was just laying on her limply, not hardly moving a muscle save for his penis.  A particularly thin penis that wasn't stretching her at all, especially now that it had stopped spiraling and was fully stiff and straight.  Yet with practically nothing happening to her physically, just the feeling of the pig's grimy cum splashing deep in her fertile womb itself was what was giving her such an overwhelming orgasm.  Except...

It wasn't the physical sensation almost at all.  The super model vixen was starting to realize the pleasure was coming from somewhere much deeper inside her.  It was beyond obvious that she was in a disgusting environment, mating with a pathetic ugly male with no redeeming qualities.  It was a nightmare any way you looked at it.  She had nothing to blame but herself for enjoying it, and not just her body being in heat – that had simply made her more open to the idea itself.  No, her pure bliss she was feeling was coming from her very mind and soul.  She deserved this, her immense pride and ego being completely shattered underneath a grunting, squealing pig.  Not just deserved, but she wanted it.  She was made for this - made for sex.  Her incredible beauty from head to toe was perfectly suitable for a modeling career, but at it's core this was what she was for.  Her pride and ego had been a shell holding a nymphomaniac at bay; and sex had shattered it.  No, not just sex, she'd done it many times before.  Sex with such a vile male had broken her free, and she'd never forget that.

Samantha would have three more earth-shattering orgasms herself over the course of Hurs agonizingly long climax, her vulpine pussy gripping and contracting around his dick; desperately trying to milk and squeeze out every last drop of his porcine cum.  The fox had the pig in a death grip with both her claws and leg; Hurs wouldn't be able to pull away even if he wanted to.  And of course, the pig couldn't think of anything he would hate more than pulling out at this point. Despite the total lack of physical exertion on his part though, it was clear he was exhausted, absolutely soaked and dripping with sweat and gasping for breath like he was recovering from almost drowning.  He'd pumped the supermodel full of so much cum now that there wasn't room for more cum, and instead pressure was building.  Sam could feel his jizz being crammed down her ovarian tubes as it was forced to find any remaining space it could.

After what felt like hours the pig finally pulled out of her and rolled out.  As his cock slipped out of her cervix, it clenched back up tight, not letting a drop of his cum leak out.  Even the fit young fox was left panting softly for air, not quite realizing how having all that weight pushing down on her had been restricting her breathing.  But she was still handling it far better than her mate was, the pig seemed like he was on his deathbed; gasping for breath and grasping at his chest.  It hadn't been that long ago that Sam would have been happy for him to have a heart attack and die, but she wasn't the same fox anymore.

She rolled onto her side to face him and embraced him softly, stroking and rubbing his dirty, sweaty chest with one of her large black paws.  "Ssshh sweety, calm down, deep breathes..."  Sam didn't particularly have much experience in trying to be a calming person.  Most of her mates expected her to be a fiery firecracker, and typically that's exactly how she was.  The usual steps after sex was stepping away to clean up, cracking jokes and getting right back to work.  Regardless of experience, it seemed she was a natural at it.  Or maybe it was just the fact he had a supermodel he'd just bred now doting on him lovingly.  Either way the pigs desperate gasping slowed down, and the pain in his chest faded.

"Shit shit...  Fucking god damn.  Fuck!"  It seemed like Hurs could only curse, the sheer amount of pleasure and emotion he'd just gone through had left him in a form a shell shock; sex shock.  "Good god that actually happened.  Shit!"  The old hog was actually trembling, sometimes taking a glance at the beautiful vixen clinging to him; as if in awe she was actually real, before looking away in a panic again, covering his eyes with a chubby arm.

She'd caught him in a moment like this earlier before, though it had been short-lived; when he'd been struggling to stand up and had to accept her help.  This was quite a bit a more intense though.  When the pig had moments of clarity he was far more vulnerable, almost to such a degree it was sad and pathetic.  All that bravado and hate just a mask he used to make himself feel stronger.  Now that the vixen had been rebuilt, she did have a thing for pathetic men now.  She continued to stroke his chest, though she slowly worked her paws to start strong his floppy man-tits.  "Oh it happened, stud.  I'm the real deal."  She giggled softly.  "I know it's hard to believe, Jesus Christ you're the luckiest fucking bastard on Earth aren't you?"

Hurs continued to calm down, the fox reassuring him she was very real and physically engaging with him helped him ground him in reality again.  Reality was bizarre though, thinking about the chances of her ending up here and going all the way through with it... well he was too dumb to run any numbers, but just thinking about it made him feel sick and panicky again.  It was too much to be real, and thinking over the events of the evening something else was making him very upset.  "Oh god I...  I'm sorry.  I've lived alone fer decades, never had a wife.  I was so fucking horny it HURT."

She could tell he didn't want to say the word.  He raped her.  Not the in the typical physical force sense of it, but he had left her with no option; she agreed because she had to.  Any court in the world would call it rape, even without considering their biases for foxes of pigs and rich over poor.  "Well... I suppose you did."  It was a complicated situation now, excusing rape was really fucked up.  But she couldn't ignore the reality that by the end of it, it had been excessively consensual.  "Why don't we just agree to forget how it started, and just focus on how it ended...  God damn I've never cum so hard in my life, that was incredible."  She said with a heated huff, her paw sliding down his fat gut and towards his crotch, gently fondling his now less bloated balls.  "I'm not going to lie, I WANT more.  A lot more..."

Her words seemed to clear up the last of the pig's self doubt and panic.  His brown, beady eyes were back to staring at his figure longingly.  He jerked a bit and wobbled in surprise as he felt her paw groping his now very sore balls.  It felt incredible, but they were very sensitive now.  He got her back by squeezing one of her fat boobs in a grubby hand; unlike him she didn't seem surprised at all.  "Mmm now that's a good fox.  I told ya that you'd learn yer place."  He said with a snort.

The vixen laughed, blushing in embarrassment.  "Oh dammit!  I can't believe it, but you're right."  The entire time they'd been talking since the sex ended, the only thing she could think about was the mind-shattering orgasms she'd had.  Despite her fertile womb being packed to the point of hurting it was so full of cum, she was still intensely horny.  She was craving that feeling again like an addict.  She bit her lower lip in deep thought as the pair fondled each other.  Was she really going to throw her life away for HIM?

"Hurs, I...  I don't want to go home anymore.  I just want to have more sex."  She paused as she thought about the logistics about pulling it off though.  "At least till my heat cycle is over.  It should last about two weeks and then I'll cool off; then I can go."  It sounded a bit like she was trying to reassure herself that her new fetish was just a passing fad, and after her heat was over she'd go back to being properly disgusted by men like him.  "So is it okay if I stay?"  She said with a little bit of an awkward tremble to her tone, like she was asking to stay over at her middle-school crush's house for the first time.

The pig was starting to panic a little again, the words the vixen was telling him were far more sweet to believe.  His dick really had tamed him.  She wasn't begging to be let free anymore, now she was asking him to let her stay.  Oh no, it was far more than that...  The pig, with some effort rolled himself on his side to face her directly, looking at her straight in her crystal blue eyes as if he was probing to see any sign of lying from her – not that he had enough social experience to see such tells.  "Are you begging me to fuck you for two weeks straight, fox?"  He pressured the word fox like it was a slur again.

Samantha trembled as the pig asserted she was begging him for it.  Once again, she hated that he was right.  All the vixen could do was nod in enthusiastic embarrassment.

"Good girl.  Room, board, and sex isn't free though fox.  It'll cost ya."  the hog grunted, licking his lips as he let go of her breast to stroke down the side of her luxurious covers.

"Yes sir, anything!"  She said with her heart racing and tail swishing behind her, actually excited to hear what he wanted from her.

"As long as yer with me, yer my property.  You've got hundreds of years of reperatashuns to make with your porcine superiors, vixen.  I control your life, and you do everything I say.  No exceptions.  You don't ever get to tell me 'no'."

Despite all panic and vulnerability Hurs had shown before, as he laid out his rules he was extremely firm, sharp, and confident.  Unlike him, she was very good with social cues.  The pig was dead serious, he wasn't exaggerating.  Much like how the physical sex hadn't been the best part for her, it also hadn't been for him.  Of course it had been so incredible that it almost killed him, but still, it paled in comparison to how good controlling her felt.

Sam closed her eyes softly, her logical mind was fighting hard for control.  This was fucked up, she couldn't let anyone treat her like that, let alone this scumbag.  She should at least ask for a safe-word...  No, fuck that!  Giving up control was half of what made this so good, she needed this on a fundamental level.

"Yes sir, I'll do everything you tell me..."