Zardak’s base hums with energy as the three Cyber Space Warriors stand before their glowing mentor, covered in mud but feeling a sense of hope. Zardak, hovering above them, scans their bodies one final time, his holographic form flickering as he speaks.
“I’ve neutralized most of the residual effects of Grimroot’s curse,” Zardak says confidently. “You should no longer feel compelled to behave like pigs. The rest of the effects will wear off with time.”
Alex wipes a hand across his brow, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Zardak. I thought we were going to be stuck like that forever.”
Carl, still muddy and tired, stretches his arms and yawns. “Man, I need a hot shower. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this gross.”
Luke nods in agreement, the last of his nervous snorts fading. “Yeah, let’s wash this mud off and get back to normal. I think we deserve a break after that nightmare.”
Zardak’s glowing form fades as he gives them a reassuring nod. “Go, cleanse yourselves. The curse is broken—your minds and bodies are once again your own.”
The boys leave the main chamber and head toward the base’s locker room, each of them looking forward to a long, hot shower to wash away the grime of their ordeal.
The locker room is sleek and futuristic, lined with shiny metal lockers and outfitted with state-of-the-art showers. Alex, Carl, and Luke step inside, their naked bodies, though back to human form, are still caked in dirt from the farm.
Alex is the first to step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him. He groans in relief. “This is more like it.”
Carl and Luke follow, the steam rising as they scrub the mud from their skin. For a moment, it feels like everything is back to normal. The heat of the water, the sound of the rushing spray, the familiar banter.
Carl, always the jokester, flicks a bit of water at Alex. “Hey, don’t hog all the hot water, Red!”
Alex grins and flicks some back. “Don’t be such a baby, Blue!”
But as the laughter echoes in the shower, something strange begins to happen. Carl’s grin falters, and a low grunt slips out of his mouth without him meaning to. He blinks, confused. "Did I just...?"
Luke feels it too—an odd sensation creeping through his limbs, a heaviness in his body, as if the curse hadn’t been fully broken. His hand moves to scratch the back of his neck, but instead of a simple scratch, he finds himself pawing at the floor of the shower stall, snuffling slightly.
“Guys, wait...” Luke starts, but his voice cracks into a soft oink.
Alex, standing under the hot water, suddenly feels a wave of animalistic urges rising up again. His fingers twitch, and before he knows it, he’s crouching down, his nose close to the ground, snorting loudly. "No... not again..."
The boys look at each other, wide-eyed and panicked, but instead of talking, they start to grunt and oink uncontrollably. Their bodies don’t change physically this time, but the mental effects of the curse seem to return with a vengeance. Furthermore, all three boys instantly feel overwhelmingly, animalistically aroused, their manhoods hardening and poking out into stiff rods.
Carl tries to speak, but all that comes out is a series of loud, enthusiastic grunts. He stumbles out of the shower, dripping wet, and collapses onto the locker room floor, rolling around in the puddles of water as if they were mud. “What’s happening? I can’t stop!” His thighs brush against his teenage hardon, creating a rush of pleasure.
Alex, feeling a rush of strange excitement, finds himself dropping to all fours, crawling around the tiled floor and playfully shoving Carl with his shoulder. His mind is clouded with pig-like instincts, and his voice is reduced to snorts as he wrestles Carl in the slippery water, attempting to mount his porky-minded pal from behind.
Luke, trying desperately to hold onto his humanity, backs up against the wall, but soon the compulsion overtakes him. He lets out a guttural oink and dives into the chaos, joining Alex and Carl in their strange, animalistic behavior. They grunt and oink, rolling in the water and slamming into each other, rubbing against each other's legs, their laughter replaced by the sounds of squealing pigs roughhousing in the mud.
The boys splash around, completely immersed in their newfound pig-like desires. Carl pushes Alex back playfully with his shoulder, squealing with joy, while Luke snorts and rolls in the growing puddles of water on the floor, his wet hair sticking to his face.
For what feels like an eternity, they roll, grunt, and wrestle around like pigs in a pen, their human minds struggling to reassert control, but failing. The more they give in to the behavior, the more natural it feels—like some part of them is still deeply connected to the curse Farmer Grimroot had placed on them.
In a rare moment of clarity, Alex looks up, gasping between snorts. “W-we have to… fight it…” But even as he speaks, he can’t resist dropping his head back down, his nose twitching as he sniffs Carl's armpit.
Luke lets out a frustrated grunt, trying to pull himself together, but it’s no use. The boys continue to oink and grunt, their minds flooded with the uncontrollable urges of the pigs they had once been.
As the boys continue to wrestle and grunt in the locker room, completely lost in their pig-like behavior, Zardak watches them on the monitoring orb, smiling. The warriors need not know that Zardak is enjoying studying their behavior. It's first and foremost an opportunity to measure the influence of dark magic, but moreover, Zardak hasn't felt so amused in years. In fact, he's starting to see the appeal of how the mischievous farmer has teased and transformed his warriors. It's exciting to see them so completely transformed.
Certainly they'd want to be cured for real, and eventually, he'll fix them. But for now, they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves, inhibitions suppressed, aroused and excited, grunting like animals. Zardak wonders how long he should continue the test, or if he should add more variables to the experiment.