Acting properly beastly, as his swine boar cock was poised and stuck out stiffly, Marvin knew an urge for wanting of having sex. Down deep in his tweaked mind, Marvin held to thoughts and memories of when he was a human. The closer he came to the sow pens, the more he oinked.
Nearing his quarry of horny sows, the smell touched his nostrils, and his waiting cell stunk of his droppings, but the sow pen had an acrid, acid tart odor. Marvin stopped, he stood oinking madly, as struggling against the two ropes noosed about his neck as two men had led the huge boar, he then fought to turn and return to his cell.
The ropes were strong as he was strong, but noosed about his neck the ropes began to choke Marvin.
The choking feeling was worse than the stench of the sows, and Marvin began to heed, giving in, he let the men lead him on to the sow pen.
A wooden gate was swung open and with a sharp poke from a cattle prod set to his bristly butt, Marvin scurried into the vile smelling pen.
Whatever Professor Haun had used recently, an injection of hormones, as Marvin entered the pen, three sows turned their tight piggy pussies for him to ogle, sniff, and give a friendly licking.
Gaining of carnal smells and acrid flavors, Marvin lept, mounting one of the three sows. He slowly snugged as strode forward, the dainty tip of his corkscrew shaped cock did find as touch the leathery folds of a sow vulva.
Horny was a word defining lust, but Marvin was way past that level of wanting sex. His inert need for feeling his cock thrust inside a hot body, he feeling his bristles rubbing those of a sow, and as his cock slid across the ribbed muscles of a sow vagina, he felt he had fallen into Hell.