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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Sasha_Blouse/Ymir
  Character:
      Sasha_Blouse, Ymir_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin)
  Additional Tags:
      Food, Eating, Food_Sex, Fat_Fetishism, chubby_chasing, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Oral_Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Futanari, Pet_Play, Master/Pet, Drunk
      Sex, Drinking, Sexual_Fantasy, Masturbation, Sausage_jokes, Dick_Jokes,
      Psychological_Conditioning, Mental_Conditioning, Snowballing
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-10 Words: 3122
****** Hog Wild ******
by Atma
Summary
     One of Ymir's secret fetishes is chubby girls, and she takes time and
     money to train Sasha to be the perfect, round pet for her to play
     with on the side, with a diet heavy in freckled girl sausage.
For a few weeks now, Ymir had been slipping out of duty and towards the nearby
town by the barracks to find meals at instead of sitting on the hard, ass-
chafing bench seats at the mess hall and enduring yet another round of bland
turnip mash and rocky potato stew. Sure, she had hot sauce with her at all
times, but even that wasn't enough to save her from Reiner's cooking duty day,
insisting everyone eat his hometown specialty of sawdust and blood sausages
with peas long since cooked to death. Even Ymir had some sympathy for those
poor, long killed vegetables, every taste she took of them flavored deeply with
their last regrets.
Fuck that and fuck another day of her guts roaring for actual sustenance.
So she went with her hard earned coin to all the pubs and food stalls she
could, devouring every fried and fatty thing she could, everything dripping
with its own gravy, golden crispy crumbs of batter clinging to her lips and
teeth. Beer thick and sour filled her mugs as she chugged and chugged, bringing
a slight rosy tint to her freckles, making sure to order much more food than
she could eat at once and asking the hot waitress oh so kindly if she could
please take this home in a box to go, knowing if she used her sweet tongue then
the ladies wouldn't say no, no matter how much it was against store policy. If
she threw in a few hugs and pouts and chest grabs, she sometimes even earned a
pint to go, which was definitely illegal, but the poor women felt so sorry for
her they didn't mind sneaking it out back for her.
With all these goodies, she'd walk back to the barracks and sneak back into the
mess hall, everyone else in the shower or asleep for the day already, knowing a
certain farmgirl would still be there, licking leftovers off her and everyone
else's plates. The freckled one would set her bags down and squish a fingertip
into the other girl's cheek, grinning at her, eyes leering as she licked her
own lips, proud of how much the other girl had been devouring while she was
out.
“Oi, redneck, I got you something really really good today. You still hungry?”
Ymir asked, her words honeyed, lilting sweetly off her tongue.
“Of course I am! I worked extra hard to ensure for you that I would be ready
for whatever it was you would bring me! I wouldn't be Sasha if I didn't keep my
word!” the girl responded, saluting a bit, reaching into her pocket and
slipping a few coin into Ymir's hand, repaying her for the take-out order she
picked up. Her face flushed and she began to drool as she smelled the air thick
with the scent of cholesterol. “So what did you bring me today?”
“Haha, you're eager today, aren't you?” Ymir teased poor Sasha, tugging at the
hem of her shirt and breathing hot on her neck. “Well, you gotta earn it. Come
on, take off your top. I need to see how far along you are.”
Sasha stopped and looked around, her eyes a bit nervous. “Nobody's looking,
right?”
“I wouldn't fucking ask if I wasn't sure. Why, you want someone to see you?
Your dumb, fat ass? Are you that proud of what I've been doing to you?” the
freckled one continued, taunting Sasha with the food bag and whistling a bit.
“Guess you don't get this. Come on, show me your rolls, pet. My hands feel
empty and they wanna grab onto those thick, lovely sides of meat.”
With that tempting bag of street food dangling between Ymir's fingers, taunting
her like some kind of cattle, Sasha sighed and stood up, blushing as she took
her top off and setting it down near her, displaying her bare belly to Ymir,
making the freckled one snort in delight.
Ymir's lips grinned wide as she showed her teeth, almost biting her lower lip,
eyes taking in the whole of the other girl and drooling thick saliva down her
chin as she looked over every inch of her thick, fat rolls, nodding in great
satisfaction. One of her hands reached out and pinched a few inches off Sasha's
side, jiggling it and thumbing it, feeling her folds warm between her
fingertips. Her crotch began to heat under her pants, the sensation of Sasha
getting bigger almost too much to bear already.
“Goddamn, you're getting really fucking cute, you know that?” Ymir grinned as
she opened up the food bag and sat her pet down at the table, pulling out a
fresh grilled sausage and tempting her with it. “It's long, wide, meaty,
drippy, and ready to fill your throat. You know you want it, so why don't you
show me just how much you do?”
“A-ahh, thank you!” Sasha said, her eyes distracted by the meat dangling from
Ymir, shaking in excitement, making her stomach roll around adorably as she
tried to reach for it, watching it get pulled just out of reach each time,
almost whimpering and begging like a dog would, practically tackling Ymir and
pushing her against the wall as she reached for her treat.
“Damn fatty, you're getting tough. Maybe I ought to leash you and keep your
trough full all day so you can't move like this.” Ymir headbutt her pet and
slipped her free hand down Sasha's panties, feeling around there as she put
just an inch of that hot sausage to her lips, forcefeeding her the tip of it
and watching as the grease popped and dribbled down her, making a mess of her
face as Ymir leaned into her neck and shoulder crook, nibbling on her as her
fingers teased deep in her pants. “Come on, time for your training, my chubby
little doggy.”
Sasha woofed happily as she wolfed down her sausage, slowly taking it in inch
by inch, savoring every single bit of it, the spices tingling on her tongue and
throat as the juices and gravy trickled on her lips and down her gullet to her
hungry stomach, slowly entering a comfortable mental state, eyes wide and
docile as Ymir coaxed her into it further, feeling her pet's slit getting hot
and wet easily, thumbing against her clit as she massaged it deeply, fingertips
pressing against her fold. The more she fingered Sasha, the hungrier she got,
eating faster and sloppier the closer she got to orgasm, watching it go from
nibbles to nomming in almost no time.
“Good girl, seems the training's working.” Ymir snorted. “Feels like you were
already halfway to paradise when I slipped my hand in. Was your shitty dinner
that much of a turn on, piggy? You really are an animal, ain't ya?”
For a while now, she'd been sneaking out to feed Sasha, keeping her out of
trouble for stealing food. In exchange, she'd let the freckled one do whatever
she wanted to her body, Ymir making a fun game out of it, reminding the
farmgirl constantly about the time she carried her to bed after she was caught
with a potato and made to run laps. She owed her. And when a woman owes Ymir,
that means her body is forfeit. She began to train Sasha's mind into being
turned on by the act of eating itself, taking long hours in the night to feed
her while stroking her cunt off, tying the two pleasing sensations together in
Sasha's mind. And now she was really reaping the benefit of it.
It didn't matter either how many times Sasha would cum, either, when she was in
her own little world of food and happiness, she would soon lose count,
eventually having every crumb she could lick up triggering a small quaking in
her loins, soaking Ymir's hand, feeding her juices back to her to trigger more
and more of it. But for now, she took it easy, giving her a gentle playing and
waiting for her to finish her sausage, laughing as she pictured lewd things in
her head, like showing off her prize pig girl in public, at fairs and around
the barracks, naked and chained and fat, eating scraps off the ground as she
got a porking in the rear by her freckled cock , making a sloppy mess in her
for other girls to lap up, paying them in pennies to be her own freak show and
devouring her girlcum out of Sasha for her and then feeding to to her, forcing
the new girl to snowball the cum from her girlcock with her pet, jerking off
over them and...
...Well, that was a nasty hard on she was now sporting in her pants, feeling it
prodding up against the hems, chafing and tight, leaking and leaving a nice wet
spot where her cockhead rest, frotting against that warm cotton edge, making
her look incontinent. Bah, this wasn't gonna do, but giving Sasha her treat
inspired her to do more, pulling over that beer she got to go and taking a few
swigs, putting the rest to Sasha's lips and letting her chug. It was thick,
sour calories that would get her tipsy. Everyone wins. She moved the farmgirl's
hand to her own pants hem and grinned.
“Hey, there's another sausage in here for you, why don't you take it out and
get to chewing?” Ymir huffed, her mind swirling with ale and hormones, “If you
get the gravy out of it, I'll return the favor, deal?”
The farmgirl's eyes lit up, pulling Ymir's pants down in a hurry, revealing her
long, hard, freckled, and very daydream-sticky cock, balls already swollen and
heavy with a load of girlcum being prepped, the cool night air hitting it and
making it stiffen up just a bit more, the tip of it leaking a thick, white goo
against Sasha's lips as she immediately pulled it into her mouth, feeling those
hungry teeth scraping against her shaft roughly. Her eyes winced as she bit her
lip, the first few bites hurting, but soon easing into it, the pressure from
each nibble making her cock twitch and pump in her pet's mouth almost all on
its own, hands down on Sasha's head and ears, petting her as she sucked her
off, smelling her pet's thick, fat juices from here.
And oh god how she jiggled and wiggled in her folds, looking adorably desperate
for a shot of thick protein from Ymir's balls, making the freckled one laugh
between groans, spilling more beer between them and pouring some down to Sasha
to slurp up off her shaft, until not a drop remained, the bottom of her balls
being graced lovingly by the girl's tongue, each one being sucked fully in
turn, until Ymir could barely stand it anymore, taking her dick out of Sasha's
mouth and jerking just the tip of it against her lips until it came thick,
ropey swathes of drunken cum across her mouth and lips, trickling sticky down
her chin and neck and so thick down to her tits and stuck between her upper
folds. Ymir howled in delight as she came, her cock still twitching in
happiness as she eyed the load she dispersed all over her pet, watching her
eagerly finger it off her own body and eating everything Ymir gave her.
Shit, what a mess. But a hot one.
“Ahh, salty! But s-so good, do you have any more?” Sasha's voice shook, half in
pleasure and half in hunger, her cunt dripping from the act of sucking and
nibbling on such a deliciously large slab of meat.
Ymir grinned and nodded, putting the rest of her leftovers on the plate Sasha
had been cleaning off when she got there, putting it on the floor in front of
her pet and leering down. “Eat this while your ass is up in the air. Show me
what you got, you dumb, hungry beast!”
The farmgirl immediately dove down for her sloppy meal, shoving her hungry
muzzle into it and making a mess of it, slopping it onto the ground and
guzzling every crumb she get on up, sticking her back quarters up into the air
with vigor as Ymir sat on her knees, saying a vague prayer to herself thanking
whomever or whatever for the meal she was about to embark on eating, her face
leaving in to smear her mouth against Sasha's slit, her hands groping and
slapping the girl's chubby, round sides until they rippled and jiggled, sighing
in relief as she pushed her tongue inside of her pet and began to slowly savor
a long, juicy meal.
Her folds were thick and sticky with long, trailing juices and bits of lady
cum, thick and globby, sticking close to Ymir's tongue, lips, and teeth as she
feasted slow and strong, her whole of her tongue pushing against her opening, a
few of her hairs coming off and sticking between her teeth for later, breathing
in slow and hot through her nose as she dove in and kissed at the farmgirl's
clit, one of her hands latching onto Sasha's torso to stroke at her tits and
wide, thick stomach as her other hand reached on her still hard cock and slowly
began to stroke herself off, pinching at her own balls as the musky, sweet
taste of Sasha's slit overcame her, making her shudder in delight as she eyed
her wiggling movements and thought of what to do to those delicious, meaty fat
folds.
Every bit of food that went into Sasha made her hornier and more and more wet,
until every bit had been devoured and every single one of her lower muscles
began to tire and droop from cumming so much, her body finally feeling full and
satiated, Ymir noticing a slow decline in her movements and lifting her up,
close to cumming a second time herself, grinning at the girl and nuzzling face
to face, picking her up by her hair and kissing, pushing Sasha's own cum into
her mouth and swirling it around, grinning as she grabbed her fat, wide tits
and watched them jiggle, her cock resting against her fat belly and leaking
into her belly button, the precum sticking to her folds like icing.
“Well, feels like someone's ready for dessert and then maybe a long nap. Shall
I finish you off and send you to bed like a good hog?” Ymir whispered, her lips
pushing against Sasha's and snowballing her hick cum around slowly, stickying
both of their lips up as she pushed her balls against Sasha's slit, fucking her
folds with her cockhead strong and fast, pinning her down against the mess hall
floor and groaning, her whole mind sloshing around in frothy foam still as her
beer and cum coated tongue fed Sasha, kissing slowly and locking lips, freckles
to her cheeks, until her balls and cock couldn't take it any longer, leaking
all over her as she began to cum a second time, much messier and less directed
than her first load, soaking her lower fat folds with her own girlcum, making
sure her stomach was coated with the evidence of their tryst. Ymir couldn't
resist or hold back very long with how even her rolls seemed hungry enough to
swallow her dick whole and happily warm it between them, satisfying her
completely as she kept herself penetrating her stomach like that, holding Sasha
close in a tired, warm, satiated embrace.
Sasha slowly began to come out of her zone, licking up a bit of the cum Ymir
unloaded on her between her fingers and laying down, watching Ymir pull up her
pants and slump against the bench and lay on the table, letting out a few
snorts of satisfaction and tiredness, wondering if anyone heard them, and if
they did, how much they enjoyed it.
“Hey, little beasty, wanna me wash behind your ears? I'll scrub your back if
you scrub mine. I'm sure nobody's in the bath at this rate so we may as well
clean ourselves for next time.” Ymir mused out loud. “Or, I could take the hose
to you. I know how much you cattle like that on a day like this. Come on, I
think we'll do that.”
Sasha nodded and grinned, latching onto Ymir's arm as they went out back
towards the other side of the bath houses, where a long hose was hooked up,
spraying each other with cold, cold water and getting off every last drop of
their long, fun evening off each other, lest anyone ask anything about it,
their clothes soaked to the brim as Ymir gave her pet a rare, affectionate
kiss.
“Bah, you're too cute like this, you know?” Ymir ran her fingers through
Sasha's wet hair. “Stay that way, you're beautiful as you are. I'll fucking
punch anyone who says otherwise.”
The two lead each other into the barracks and got dried off and changed as fast
as they could, sharing a bunk together just for tonight, nuzzling a bit as Ymir
held her beloved round farmgirl close, pinching her all over and giving her
sweet, tickling kisses and nosings everywhere, acting clingy and possessive of
her pet. Christa was nice, and she still loved her, but damn if she wasn't
blessed with the world's nicest metabolism, and it was so much easier to lure
the farmgirl in for her sick, chubby chasing games than it was anyone who could
blink and stay trim and toned.
They nodded off against each other, Ymir's head buried softly and happily
against Sasha's nice, warm, squishy stomach, snoring slow and quiet for a
while, nestled under a few blankets. A while passed before Sasha shot up,
hungry for a midnight snack, waking up Ymir and whimpering.
“Hey, Ymir. Freckles. Wake up. My stomach's roaring. What should we do about
this? What if someone hears us when you feed me?” Sasha pouted adorably.
Luckily for both of them, Ymir had brought home a package of cookies just in
case, taking them from her hiding spot under her pillow, her cock half-hard
from a wonderfully wet dream she was having.
“Well, it's a good thing you'll be stuffed with chocolate chips and sausage and
unable to squeak much, now is it?” Ymir whispered back, hugging and pinching
her pet all over, lingering her fingers on Sasha's firm sides.
Sasha smooched her and immediately dove in, caring not if her conditioning took
over. Chocolate was her favorite, and something Ymir knew all too well and
chose on purpose.
The freckled one was just lucky enough that her paycheck covered eating for two
on a regular basis.
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