Short Story: The Five Pigs

The Five Pigs

By Sandra Scholes
QuailBellMagazine.com

A poor farmer owned five large pigs he kept in a sty, and, though he had no time to look after them himself, he had a handsome young farmhand that fed and looked after them while he was away. Each pig had a number on its flank, which let the farmhand keep track of which ones had been fed.

One morning while the farmer was out, the farmhand let the first pig out for a run around the field, and tossed some feed on the grass when he had got tired. The farmhand stood proud, gazing at how happy the pig looked, grunting away and enjoying the feed. Once the pig had finished, he urged the pig back into the sty, and carried on with his other chores. 


Three hours later, the farmhand let the second pig out, watching her run free on her trotters, and when she had stopped, he threw out some feed for her, for by now she would be very hungry after all that exercise. When she had finished her meal, he sent her back into the sty, setting about doing other tasks before tending to the third pig. 

After about three more hours, the farmhand let out the third pig, letting her roam around the field before feeding her. Just as he had done with the others, the farmhand fed her and put her back in the pen. Not long after, he let out the fourth pig and fed her, too. But before he had the chance to let out the fifth pig, something disturbed him. It was the lady from the mansion up the road. 

"What is a handsome man like yourself doing all alone on such a beautiful day as this?" she enquired, twirling a blonde tress around her fingers.

"While my master is away, I am feeding the pigs." His eyes lit up at the mere sight of the young lady and she also admired his muscular physique. 

"Feeding the pigs?" she laughed. "Why it looks like you have only one more to feed. Why don't you come back to my mansion while my husband is away," she took one look at the fifth pig. "You can always feed her later."

The farmhand looked at the pig and nodded. After all, she was plump and seemed happy enough. "I suppose she won't mind waiting," he muttered, following the lady to her mansion and up the stairs to the master bedroom where she undid her belt and threw off her dress. 

He nearly passed out at the sight of her naked body. Quite totally forgetting the fifth pig, he stroked her curves, holding her to his own, caressing her full, rounded buttocks while she felt his ample cock grow harder from each touch. The farmhand had had luck with other girls in the village, but none as lovely as this one, and he made sure to take his time enjoying her. Closing his eyes, he heard her moans, exciting him further until he heard the door open downstairs. 

"My husband!" she shouted, alarmed. "You must leave, but," she said with a sly smile, "Come back tomorrow and I will promise you more."

He winked at her. Though annoyed at not being able to hear her final moans of orgasm, he went through the window, climbing down the thick trail of vines all the way down. 

As he strolled idly back to the farmers home he thought of how every inch of her looked perfect, how her curves could flay a wild boar at twenty paces. Then he thought of the pigs. 

“Damn! My master will notice I haven’t fed the fifth pig.”

The next day the farmhand started feeding the pigs, one after the other, quite oblivious that he could have fed them all together, but he liked to see them roam free for a while, at least before sending them back to the pen. Just like the day before, the farmhand was about to get to feed the fifth pig when the lady came to see him and he dashed off to the mansion. This happened every day for a week. But the farmer started to notice how one big looked much thinner than the rest. In his farmhand's absence, the farmer went to feed the fifth pig.

The next day, the farmer pretended to leave, but instead came back to watch what the farmhand did in his absence. His farmhand proceeded to feed the pigs in order as he usually did. When he was about to feed the fifth pig, the lady came out to see him once again. The farmer shook his head, watching from his hiding spot nearby, and then followed the lovers to the mansion. He followed them all the way to main hall and listened to them from there. The lovers' moans grew higher and higher until they built to a crescendo. The lady complained once more that her husband would be returning soon. So the farmhand went down the stairs, shocked to see his master standing in the main hall. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on my farm?”

The farmhand blushed. “Yes, sir, I am, but…I got…distracted.”

“I can see that, but what did you think you were doing dallying with that lady while her husband was out?”

The farmhand held out his arms, confused. “She came to me, liked what she saw, sir, and, well, the lord wasn’t loving her no more.”

The farmer rolled his eyes. “You idiot! Do you realize that lord isn’t only a lord. He’s an ogre, and a rather big one at that.” 

He lowered his hands and took a step back. “Ogre?” 

“You’re running a risk cavorting with a lady like that. No matter how tempting,” The farmer said and clipped the farmhand round the ear as punishment. “And this time don’t forget to feed the fifth pig. She’s more than likely starving by now!”

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