I waddle back out into the yard - stupid short legs and big butt. Theres a large cart by the pig sty I'm supposed to start shoveling pig poo onto. Morgana says its to fertilize the crops on the other side of the house. She sure was quick to give me this job... and punish me for complaining by turning me into a gnome lady. Maybe she's testing me to see how far I'm willing to go to be her apprentice. Such power she has. With that I could return to my kingdom and rule without marrying a prince unopposed.
I've never agreed with alot of decisions my father and his ministers have made. Most of the Princes I've met have always been so quick to shed blood. Its so unnecessary when there are other ways of getting what you want. Morgana for example; from what I've seen of her she's deeply ruled by her emotions, or rather her passions. She changes men into animals for some sort of sadistic, sexual pleasure... one I am starting to understand very well. In fact she seems to have made a living out of it. I have to find a way to use that. Right now she needs me as a source of men to come hoping to save me. If they stop trying she might get rid of me or worse I could join these stinking pigs.
One of the pigs is staring at me trying to move the cart. I bet its him, well her. I figure its best to forget the name, I can't let a pig guilt trip me. I finally get the cart up to the gate of the sty where I need. I'm pooped already. The wheels of the thing are taller than I am now. I better miss piggy'll be laughing at me soon if she isn't already. The stunning Princess Sara now a fat gnome shoveling pig poop. At least I can still walk on two legs! Stupid pig. I push open the gate to the sty but lean to far and lose my balance. I push myself up from the dirty, smelly muck. I'm covered from head to toe. Not a whole lot since I'm only two feet tall really.
"Stop watching me," I lose my temper, "you're a pig now leave me alone!"
He just stares at me. It makes me more angry. I pounce toward the pig hoping to scare it away. It just steps back looking confused. I'm furious now. I start chasing it round the sty. My stumpy legs can't keep up with the little swine and my extra weight throws me off-balance again. I topple over again narrowly missing the pig pile of shit in one corner of the pen. The smell however is unbearable and I start to gag. I've had enough of this. I'll just do what I came here to do and go.
The pig watches the whole time as I move the manure onto the cart. No easy task with a shovel thats taller than me and a cart I can just see into the back of. When I'm finally done and I go to leave the pig goes into hysterics oinking at me. I've had enough. I told it to leave me alone and it hasn't so now its going to pay. I walk over to the sleeping boar and kick it awake. It grunts, not sure what to do or why its now awake. Next, I walk beside the annoying sow, when she lets me get close enough I jump on her. She's squealing and kicking trying to get me off but have a good hold. I'm still stronger than the little runt even if I am pint sized too. I slip a finger into its disgusting vagina and get pee'd on out of fright. No matter I'll be getting the last laugh. I push the sow closer to the boar and point its arse at his nose. He gets the idea. I keep hold of the runt til the boars close enough to enter then I step back and watch my handiwork.
The pigs are at it for a while. Serath squealing the whole time, half pleasure, half protest. Me, I'm getting nothing but pleasure. No guilt at all this time. The stinking sow deserved it.