Cookoo Charlie's Animal Alphabet - Pigs

Pigs

Flores had been on the run for two days. The authorities, of which he ranked among 48 hours ago, were so close they could damn near smell his convenient store bought burrito farts.

He had pulled a hot looking tamale over for going fifteen miles over the limit. When he walked up to her window, he smelled a little liquor on her breath. Once he placed her in his patrol car’s back seat, he drove her to a deserted country road. Climbing in with her, Flores told her if they made a little deal he wouldn’t take her in. After he had her suck him off, he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of the vehicle. Yanking her pants and panties down, he threw her onto the car’s hood, and split her anus with his swine cock. Three hours later, the spicy cunt had the audacity to squeal.

As Flores sped along, he bypassed a hidden road to his right. Slamming on the brakes, he came to a stop, popped it in reverse and headed back.

Driving up the rural road, he couldn’t help but notice that the road bore a striking similarity to the one he fucked that tattling twat on. But that soon changed, as the woodland trees grew more populous, practically denying the sun’s rays any admittance.

About a half mile into the woods, the claustrophobic canopy opened up revealing a wooden cabin at road’s end. Various flora, like gaia’s garland, draped themselves throughout the logs. A cougar rested on the roof, eyes fixed on Flores’ vehicle.

Flores stepped out of his car. Closing the door, he squashed the urge to draw his weapon. Keeping the big cat in his peripheral vision, the rapist cop took in the woman sitting in a rocker on the porch.

Barefooted, she wore a black skirt with a striking serpent pattern, and a plain white blouse. In her arms was a little piglet, which she was nursing on her left breast.

Transfixed, Flores found he couldn’t move. Fascinated and caught unaware by the sight of a tiny Arnold sucking away on a woman’s nipple, coupled with the woman’s amber eyes piercing through his, Flores felt her thoughts constricting his mind in a struggle for control.

Slowly, the woman unbuttoned her blouse further. She bared her other breast, it’s pink nipple hard and perked for sucking. Becoming hard, Flores stared in horror as four-inch black worms escaped from the nipple, dropping to the wooden floor.

Against his will, Flores moved closer to the porch. The panther guardian licked his chops but stayed put. Climbing onto the porch, he dropped to his knees in front of the woman. Leaning forward, he took her breast into his mouth, sucking at the nipple like a leach for blood.

From beneath the skirt came movement. A penis with a viper’s head slithered into view. It crawled up the cop’s back. Reaching Flores’ right shoulder, mouth agape, fangs sank into a pig’s neck. Death in seconds.

Placing the piglet on the floor, the woman grabbed the cop’s hair and pulled his dead lips off of her worm-oozing nipple. Cuddling his body as if it were an infant, she pulled down his zipper. After fishing out his cock, she stared at her right hand’s index finger. She watched as the nail lengthened, becoming stiletto-shaped and sharp.

With a quick flash, she severed the wanker’s wang. It flew upwards, inches from her face. The temptation to just gobble it up was strong, but she snatched it in her hand instead.

Tenderly caressing Flores’ face, the woman says, “I could swallow your dick right up, right here and now, but I have waited oh so patiently. You see it is the missing ingredient for my Pig Penis Stew. I’m gonna dice this little fucker up.”

She gave his cock a shake, as if it was a rattler’s tail.

“Then toss it in the pot and let it simmer for a good six hours. While that’s brewing, I’ll make biscuits out of your balls. Good for soaking up the broth. My pigs in the back will take care of the rest of your body.”

Up out on the main road, two undercover police vehicles pass a road that is no longer there.

This little story was inspired by the cover of Tori Amos’ Boys for Pele album. Also, speaking of music, it is heavily drenched in the swamp music of Tony Joe White. Not to mention Swamp Witch by Jim Stafford.