Your squealed question goes unanswered, and for a few moments you stand puzzled, frustrated that you're being ignored. It's only then that you remember - you can't speak. You're a pig. Your throat and lips no longer form words.
"Damnit," you hear Zeb mutter from the side of the pen, "where the hell is Mary-Ellen with them cheerleaders?"
Cheerleaders? Your mind races. Oh no, this is bad. He's going to do this to cheerleaders too? You can't let those poor girls go through what you just... just...
But wait. Wouldn't being a pig be so much better if you had a sow to share it with? Several sows to share it with? It would, wouldn't it? To not be so alone as a pig who was once a teenage human, to have a lover to confide and share with, to have a release for the various sexual tensions of adolescence... that would be nice indeed.
But still, your conscience is torn. It wouldn't be right to allow the girls to be sacrificed the way you were - to allow them to lose your humanity as you had - some part of you wants desperately to spare them your humiliation. But how? How could you possibly...?
"Oh, ew, it smells awful out here!" you hear from your left at a distance and you whirl around, forcing your way through your teammates to see. There they are, the cheerleaders - dressed in uniforms similar if not identical in material to your own. It's happening, they're here - but can you save them? Do you even want to?