Paul hung on as long he could hold that wonder of a cock deep into the strong flesh of his first sow. She feeling her needs filled to the brim began to aimlessly walk away making the friendly' boar pull free.
Thud Paul hit the ground with what were now and for time to come his forelegs and clover trotters. As his load drained so also went his passion and animal lust. Now he stood looking right and left for someone to acknowledge his being the prime boar.
All to his dismay the sows grunted and grazed about, doing as they pleased while their passion was quelled for now. Paul began to walk about on all fours. The feel of mud squeezed threw clover hooves gave a strange sensation for sure. The breeze became warm as the day grew longer. As sweat and his occasional dumps occured the coming of flies and insects caused a new discomfort he had ignored.
A new tail swished about eager to ease the tickle feeling of flies walking over his fully exposed asshole and testicles. It wasn't until late in the afternoon heat before he noticed the herd had gone to wallow and soak in the nearby stream.
Paul was still finding this way of life to be interesting, even if some discomfort needed to be endured. As he approached the wallow his partial human mind began to feel some revolt about walking into the mud bath. He could see where the sows had dropped a dump and others wallowed it into the other stream muds. He stood looking down into the mess and tried to think.
"This is what you wanted, Paul, jump in!" spoke a soft voice from behind the baffled boar.
Paul turned quickly to see a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white gown. She smiled down at him, pointing a silver sword at his flat nose. Paul ducked his head and twisting around noted the other swine in the wallow seemed to ignor her presence.
"They don't see me paul! Their cares are only those of primal beasts. They react to the touch and scents that minds like thier's can understand. The ability to hear and know english language is the least of their cares. You, you have memories of learned words and knowledge of speach. You hear me well and understand me perfectly, don't you Paul?" the woman explained and questioned.
Paul looked up at the woman and wondered how she knew so much about him. A nod of his head proved he understood well!
"I was till just a short time ago a Guardian Angel, your Angel, but no longer! You meeting with the Archdemon Zepar has changed your life path. When you stood at the crossroad, I pleaded with you to turn left and live the life of a human. Better to have gone through life mammed then to lose one's own Soul! Oh but now that Soul belongs to Zepar and he with the aid of his black Master will put your Soul to their evil use. Now even now a man like form walks your life pathway with the lost Soul of a bristly boar. They have sent you to be an animal and as the hog boar shall you live out your time upon Earth. I have lost you to the demons and must tend to work against their evil plans. Your Soul his doing the will of Satan and I wish to give you one last thought to think during this short stay as a boar." warned the Angel now looking a little angry.
Paul heard a splashing sound which turned his head toward the stream. Suddenly from his rear came an Angel's boot which sent him ass over applecarting into the stream too.
"Wallow boar, wallow!" she said as then gone in a flash of white light.
Eye's dripping of cold fresh water Paul sat on his round rump while crushing down his boar's weight on thos big nuts. "A Guardian Angel, her words of disgust to his passioned choice to accept being Zepar's boar. Now he was cursed by Heaven and Hell to lose all for a few brief minutes of sensual delight. Now he realised the true loss of his humanity. Now he sat with cold aching balls in a stream with sows covered in stench as his companions. Gone were his friends, gone was all family, gone was any ability to communicate with humans, but he could still grunt and squeal with his sows.
Minutes passed as those thoughts rolled over and over in his weakened mind. Paul wanted in the worst way to jump out of this mudhole and make the long trip to town and his old stomping ground. "I wish if this fool hog could to give some hell to my replacement self. I wish to Heaven that I had a chance to tell ot teach those Demons my feeling of personal loss. What can a hog do?" pondered paul.