Fear and terror racks my thoughts as legs carry me across the green valley. I pass groups of laughing and pointing satyrs. Even as I run my feelings of strength and agility make me marvel.
In a few short minutes the catcalls of those evil creatures falls to a light din of noise. The grassy plain gives way to the tall tree forest and my safety. Dashing around tree trunks, between rocks now far bigger than I my hooves dig for traction. As I reach an outcropping of rock it offers a view of the green valley below and the distant satyr encampment.
Huffing and snorting I stand catching my breathe. Peering out the vision of hog eyes are not good enough to make out faces at this distance. Yet the sounds of ravelry and screams of new female victims pierce my large ears. Calming myself, the thoughts of past hour and worry for Rachel makes me ignor what has become of the true me.
Tired I collapse my legs down to lay on the rock warmed by the sunrays pouring down. Slowly the tired feeling lulls me to close eyes and drift off into swine slumber.
The beastial mind brings with it the lusty dreams only a boar would want to have. Now I'm racked with animal lust that this mind and body feel free to expose to the world. Dreams of deep seated lust for round rumps covered in bristles and with wonderous scents bring sleepy moans and stirring feelings. Visions of the grassey pastures below and this one see's himself from above grazing wildly, enjoying the thrill of unlimited grass and foods.
Dreams are dreams but they too stir the flesh and mind. A sight of Sunset as eyes open from an afternoon of slumber makes me wish to graze. Climbing to new feet the passioned rush back down the hill opens to tall green lush grassland and a feast!
Bland thoughts of a picnic basket, food, and a bottle of wine poke at me like some past dream as this boar rips up grass. Chewing of grass should be less than wonderous but with the change from man to boar the sensorium of flavor has changed to one more basic. Indeed I revell in grazing. My passion to fill the huge belly keeps me busy till all is dark and the terrors which lurk in the night suddenly brings new fears.
Perking a head up I listen and look out into the night. A far glow and sounds of music suggest I wander that way. Light of all things seems to recon safety, for this reason alone I set off in a quest for the distant yellow glow.
The gorging of grass has brought to my senses a personal need to purge those bowels. Standing rigid a tail flickers over a round butt as the load falls. Odd I think as the obvious stench which occurs from excreating waste should make my nose kink, however I'm appauled when something in me makes me turn and sniff it as if a lusty perfume.
Body cares done again I run to search for safety near the source of light.
Sounds of voices, some happy, some feeling the agony of being seperated from loved ones, many are drunk and make no sense at all. At last the forest of grass opens to the sight of a satyr camp. A large fire roars in the middle of this trampled down opening in my pasture.
Peering out and causious not to be seen, I watch as male and female creatures wrap about another in wild flings of sexual behavior. Odd, as I stand there that one should find this revolting and at the same time wish to run and mount a female too. My breathing is becoming rapid and building passions are instilled from scents of female juices and semen globs which lay about the ground.
The orgy which is happening before me makes it's enroads on this male hog. A strange feeling gets me to turn and pear down and back. Yet thick neck muscle impeads this action. I'm satisfied to just feel and at last realize my hog boar maleness is out of the sheath and stabbing into the ground, erect hard and ready.
Then I see her, it is Rachel! She stands with a flagon of drink as two young teen satyrs lick her crotch clean for another round of sexual play. Giggles of sensual thrill flow from who I remember too well as my mate and not anyone else's. Now passions flare as that boarish cock becomes a mounting desire I can not hold back.
A screaming man squeals as a wild boar, I charge from the tall grass and head straight for the once friendly lover I'd known. The din of screams and yells evade my thoughts as raw desire to own and dominate rushes me forward. The drive is so great I don't even notice the feel of my boar's cock being shoved along the ground making a furrow as I run at Rachel.
Teen satyrs flee as the charging boar rams into Rachel sending the flagon of wine flying. Down backwards she falls, screaming of horror her arms flay about as legs spread offering wild scents to boar nostrils.
Turns and instinctive twists my tusks rip up dirt and sod. A wild display of savage lust which is normal it seems for boar's torn by their lust. A turn and the mark of my desire lays before me as Rachel lays stunned of fear before my path.
In seconds my forelegs and cloven trotters are plants along her sides. She stares at me lost in the terror of being raped by a boar rather than her friendly lot of satyrs. My eyes close out the world as the boar's cock which drives me on enters the soft folds of her goaty vagina.
A pelvic thrust makes my hot rod enter and plunge into warm depths of her body and my swine's lust.
"WELL, I see our piggy friend has returned to have a good time!" says the Queen satyr as I open my eyes and look up.