I could hear the melodic laughter of the mermaid behind me along with the dopey yapping of the seal and Connie’s piggish giggling and snorting. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes and covered my face to shut the world out. The cold sea winds washed sharply across my bare butt. My little corkscrew tail wobbled from side to side in the wind like a spring, reminding me of its presence. I should have realized I had a pig’s tail sooner and saved myself the embarrassment of baring my butt to my friends and the strangers we’d just met. As soon as I’d put on my hot pants I’d noticed the beastly little thing - no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get comfortable in them. Instead of looking for myself I chose to ignore it, probably because I didn’t want to know and have my fears confirmed… but now it was plain for all to see that I, Maedel the fearless wood elf ranger, had a pig tail and ears!
I couldn’t stand the humiliation! Long, pointed ears were considered beautiful among elves and a sign of wisdom. With these fat floppy things I’d be branded a fool to be pitied or hidden away from the other races as an embarrassment to the elven race. A blemish such as my drooping ears would sully the elves reputation for being elegant and splendid creatures, a reputation us elves were very proud of. I could only think of one way to hide my shame.
I got to my feet, leaving my boy shorts on the deck of the ship, and I leapt overboard.
“What are you doing? Come back!” Andrew shouted as he leapt into the sea after me.
“I’m going to swim to a desert island and live there!” I screeched, whilst swimming frantically toward the horizon.
“Without any pants?” Prince Andrew asked, clearly astonished.
“I’ll… make some,” I was suddenly aware of just how cold the water was, not that wearing shorts would actually help. “Besides, it’s a desert island! I won’t need pants.”
“That’s ridiculous! Everybody needs pants. And I can’t even see an island nearby.”
“That’s because you don’t have keen elven eyesight like me. There’s one right over…” I halted my breaststroke and doggy paddled whilst looking around. There wasn’t any land in sight.
Andrew swam up close to me. From the way he shook it was apparent he was feeling the icy cold of the sea water. Humans couldn’t stand extreme temperatures as well as elves.
“Look at you! You’re freezing to death. Lets get you back to the ship.” I sighed. Andrews reply was intelligible as his teeth chattered violently.
Back aboard the tall ship we’d commandeered, The Gentle Lover, Andrews sister, and my best friend, Sara stood with towels and blankets to wrap us in.
“That was an awfully silly thing to do, Maedel.” She said whilst rubbing me dry.
“She was just seeing if her ears would go pointy in the cold water like her nipples do!” Princess Connie squealed with delight at her own joke earning her a swift kick in her fat piggy body. At least I wasn’t a complete pig like her, at least, not anymore.
Andrew and I retired to the hammocks below deck. Sara, the match maker, insisted that I share a hammock with Andrew to keep us both warm, Andrew still looked like he’d been recently defrosted, and so we stripped out of our wet clothes and snuggled up. It was a tight fit, sharing a single hammock but after some effort I managed to get comfortable lying on my side with him on his back and my head resting on his shoulder. Whilst lying so close to him, I couldn’t help but notice his lean but muscular body. After everything we’d been through it was easy to forget that he was a brave and strong warrior Prince. Curious, I sneakily ran my hand down his pecks and past his abdomen, feeling the tight musculature of his warm body. In return, his hand slipped from my waist, up over my womanly hips to sit holding my tight buttocks. His wrist brushed past my pig tail and the sudden and unwanted, not to mention unnatural feeling shocked me. I instinctively bit him!
“Yeowch!” my Prince cried, “What was that for?”
“It was an accident! You touched my…” before I could finish the sentence I felt a sharp sting pain in my backside as Andrew’s hand came down fast across my cheek. My eyes shot open wide and I let out a small, feminine squeak. I turned to face him giving him my best grumpy faced pout. He smiled and with his other hand pushed the tip of my nose up like a pig snout.
“Beep!” he exclaimed.
I growled and grabbed his dick, squeezing tightly, hoping to elicit some pain as payback. In return he began spanking me in earnest!
*WHAP*
*WHAP*
“Stop that or I’ll-” I began before another swipe across my butt.
*WHAP*
*WHAP*
The pain proved too much and I released his now rock hard cock. “I give! I give! You win!”
Andrew grinned, smugly, and moved my hand back to his firm member and I began rubbing the shaft up and down.
“You know, you really piss me off…” I tried to sound angry but couldn’t getting worked up. I looked down at his muscular chest and whispered, meekly “but I like it when you’re forceful.”
Lifting my chin to face him, he looked me in the eyes seriously before giving me and toothy smile, like a tiger looking at his prey. “Suck it, piggy.”
I frowned but obeyed. I’d never felt so… subservient and dominated before, a sharp contrast to my usual confident and plucky persona. If it had been anyone else calling me “piggy” I’d be mad but when he said it I felt it deep inside me and it felt good. He felt like my superior, my master, and I was his slave. I was his dirty piggy. I knew piggy would be his pet name for me and I felt ashamed but secretly, I loved it. It reminded me of our time spent transformed into rutting pigs and how much smaller I had been, how he’d easily taken me like a beast.
I kissed his cock before taking it into my mouth and sliding my wet lips down it slowly.
“You like my cock, don’t you, piggy?” he asked. I looked him in the eye and nodded, slowly, my mouth full of his manhood. I looked every bit the obedient slave servicing her master. “Say it. Say piggy loves my cock.”
I released member and spoke more feminine and higher pitched than usual, “Piggy loves your cock, Sir.”
“Good pig.”