It had all been for nothing.
All that time spent in the city running from large cats, dogs and giant people. The rummaging through trash
just to eat. All wasted because she'd trusted a rogue with a handsome face. Connie hung her head in shame,
feeling entirely stupid, as she was led back to the pig pen. She was a fool. She hadn't considered the
consequences and let herself get caught again. Just like her "brilliant plan" to save Princess Sara where she
first met Morgana. She had ended up as Morgana's personal toy, there to amuse Morgana by being in a constant
state of arousal and being very unlike a Princess or the cunning heroines of her favorite tales. It had been
so very pleasurable at the time but after she was filled with shame and she felt hard to be her usual vibrant
self. She'd become meek and quiet but that changed when Morgana declared herself Queen. She couldn't let her
tormentor rule and cause more to suffer her humiliation and so she acted. Foolishly. Now, she found herself a
pig.
Sally the farmhand opened the gate to the pig pen and bade her piggy charges to enter. "Welcome home,
Princess!" she said, delighted with a curtsy.
Connie dragged her feet as she entered the pen, hoping something would come along and interrupt this and save
her from the sty. She dreaded what waited in there now. Before she'd been a piglet and suckled at a sows teat
which was humiliating enough now she'd be eating moldy scraps, the leftovers of peasants. She'd even seen pigs
eat there own dung but that wasn't the worst part. Now the boars would pay her attention. As a Princess, as
Morgana's toy, she'd not been with a man. Morgana had played with her and she'd enjoyed it. In her blissful
state, trembling from the pleasure of being penetrated, she had dreamed of being with a man a d she'd even
felt a burning need afterward. The pleasure had been so great she'd often thought about it and here she was
faced with it but her first wouldn't be a man if she entered the pen. It would be a hulking, stinking boar.
Yet she was still curious, tempted, and it troubled her.
Dili, the gnome turned pig had already wandered into the pen and unceremoniously plopped herself down in a
large mud puddle ready to relax. Glad to be out of danger and still something that moved, unlike many who were
transformed by Morgana. Sally had watched and could see Connie's hesitation and dragging of her feet.
Hooves... Trotters. Yes, she thought. Connie is a pig now and must get used to it. Sally smiled as she stared
at the chubby sow before her and swung hard with an open palm.
Connie felt the sharp slap on her behind and shot forward into the mud, instinctively. Squealing as she went.
She heard laughter and the gate squeak shut behind her. She was now trapped. There'd be no escaping now.
Trapped in a pig pen. Trapped in the body of a pig with all its natural instincts. She felt butterflies in her
stomach as she looked around the sty nervously. Wondering how long before she would be fucked like a common
pig and by whom. And how good it might feel.