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They’d been playing this game for a while. It’d taken time – years, really – to get to where they are now. Jane of even a year ago might balk at what Lily made her do to get off these days, but Lily had trained her very well, and Jane would take what Lily gave her with minimal fuss.
The game always started the same way: Lily laid out Jane’s gear on the bed for her to find after her shower, and made her own way to the kitchen to prepare. She pulled out a bag of oats and milk and set them on the counter. She placed a small planter they’d bought and repurposed as Jane’s trough on the ground, filling it up with a nice slurry for her. She took off her clothes and stepped into her strap. By the time that was done, Lily only had to wait a few more minutes, and Jane was crawling into the kitchen on all fours, prepped and dressed as Lily liked her.
Jane’s piggy outfit consisted of a baby pink collar, a rubber butt plug with a curled pig tail, and the same pair of panties they always used for this game. They were full coverage underwear, pale pink with a little bow, not really meant to be sexy. They were also torn a little at the back for the tail to poke through, and heavily stained with all kinds of things. Ketchup, honey, coffee, piss. Lily didn’t always stick to oats. Jane’s hair, typically left loose just above her shoulders, was pulled up into two little buns. She was adorable. Lily wanted to ruin her.
“Hi sweet baby,” Lily cooed, pitching her voice high like she was speaking to a dog, “my little piggy. Are you ready for your dinner?” Jane nodded, a tiny little thing, coming forward to nose at Lily’s hand. Lily crouched to pet her cheeks and scratch beneath her chin for a moment, but eventually pulled back, hooking two fingers in Jane’s collar and steering her over to her trough.
“Go on then,” she said, “show me how much you like your dinner.”
It was always a fight not to push her face first into the slurry. Not to get her messy, right off the bat. But it was so much better to build up to it – pretend they weren’t going to end up with Jane covered in the stuff. So Lily let her lick politely at the cold oats, taking small amounts into her mouth at a time so she wouldn’t get it on her face. Lily let her eat peacefully for a good little while, just until Jane was beginning to slow down, approaching full. Then she put her hand on the back of Jane’s head, holding her in place.
“Ah. You haven’t finished yet. You wouldn’t want to waste the food I made you, would you?”
A minute shake of her head. A little tremble to her body. If Lily slipped her hand into the front of Jane’s underwear, she knew she’d find it soaked. But that would come later. She watched Jane closely as she went back to eating, slower and slower as the minutes ticked by. She’d barely made a dent. Little snuffling noises told Lily that she was reaching her limit on what she could make herself eat. Her thighs were bigger, her belly softer since they’d started playing these games, but she still didn’t have that big an appetite. Pity.
“Oh right,” Lily said finally, when Jane began to pant, rubbing her thighs together and trying to tilt her face away from the oats. “Silly me. I forgot that little piggies like to get dirty too. Is that it, baby? You don’t want to eat any more because you want it all over you? You want to roll around in it and be a good filthy little pig for me?”
Jane was moaning, shaking her head no. Lily smiled at her fondly. She really was the sweetest little thing.
“If you’re trying to tell me something, you should make the right sound,” Lily said. “You know what sound piggies make. Go on.”
She gave her a moment. Jane’s face was still lowered, an inch away from the oats. Lily couldn’t see her face, but she could picture it, the wetness of her eyes, her pouty bottom lip and the way her eyebrows scrunched as she built up the courage to do what Lily asked for her. She always found it eventually, and tonight was no different. A quiet little snort, like she was practising, and then another one, louder.
“Good girl,” Lily cooed, “it sounds like you really want to get messy! Here, how’s this,” Lily said, reaching into the trough to scoop up a handful of the oats and smear them across the side of Jane’s face. Jane squeezed her eyes shut, oinked again.
“Oh? You want more?” Another handful, this time across Jane’s back, streaked from shoulder to hip. Another handful underneath her, across her tits. Another handful dribbled across the soles of her feet, seeping between her toes. Jane was squirming against the sensation by now, caught between disgust at the feeling of it and arousal at the humiliation she so loved.
Lily knew exactly what her Jane liked though, which was why she lifted the back of Jane’s panties and shoved her next handful inside. Quickly followed it with another. Jane groaned long and loud, more of a moo than an oink really, and Lily looked away from her scrunched eyes, cheeks pink with arousal, to see the state of her underwear. And they really were a state, full and bulging with oats, wet patches steadily spreading. The mixture was just solid enough that nothing had escaped yet, nor moved too much.
Well, Lily would change that.
“Keep eating,” She pushed Jane’s head down, her nose and forehead temporarily submerged in the slurry. She spluttered and jerked, but she eventually went back to eating like a good girl. Lily, meanwhile, was given free rein to do as she wished. She tweaked the tail plug first, just to hear Jane moan into her next mouthful, then pressed a hand to the back of her panties. They was so full. Squishy wherever she touched. She ran her palms over Jane’s ass, pressing the slurry into her skin, moving it downward beneath the fabric, watching in fascination as it slowly escaped from the elasticated edges, slipping down her thighs and landing plap plap plap on the floor.
She put her palm just beneath the tail plug next, pressing firmly as she slowly dragged it downward until she was cupping the sweet wet warmth of Jane’s pussy. The fabric was soaked, just as she expected it to be, even without the oat slurry she’d just pushed down there.
The moment her hand was in place, Jane was gasping, coming just like that. She barely needed any stimulation for her first orgasm these days. Lily had trained her so well, all she needed was to cup her hand over her pussy through her underwear, not even touching her clit, and Jane was going off. She was trembling all over, her thighs and ass cheeks jiggling with it. Lily pressed two fingers into the fabric of her panties, pushing it inside her hole, just a little. The fabric wasn’t quite stretchy enough to go deeper, and Jane would kill her if she had to spend half an hour fingering oats out of herself in the shower, so Lily left the threat as it was, pulling her panties to the side and getting a finger on her clit.
“You love being dirty for me,” she said, not bothering with any kind of build up, moving her fingers hard and fast over Jane’s clit. “Give me another one, show me how much you love it.”
A fun fact about Jane that they had both learned together after one too many ruined hotel room beds was that if Lily went too hard on her right after she came, she wasn’t very good at controlling her bladder. Today was no different. Lily kept going until Jane’s thighs started to squeeze shut and the sounds she made were almost squeals, then quickly pulled the fabric back in place and gave her a firm slap over her clit.
It had the desired effect. Jane was coming. She was also peeing, right through her panties and onto their kitchen floor in a long steady stream. For a moment the only sound was of that, and of Jane, whimpering as she slowly came down from her orgasm. It always stunned Lily, in moments like this, how much of herself Jane gave to her. How low she’d go, just because Lily liked it.
Eventually the stream stopped, a big puddle spreading beneath her. Jane was panting, sniffling and probably crying. Lily would check in a bit, but there was something she had to do first.
“Oh I know, I know,” she said, tugging out the tail plug and slipping the underwear off Jane. It hit the ground with a wet slap. “You’re just a little piggy, you can’t help it. Nothing to feel bad about baby. I’m even going to fuck you still, isn’t that nice of me?”
Jane made a sound, something small. She’d given up eating the oats for real, but her face still hung low over the trough.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.”
“You’ll f-fuck my pussy?” Jane asked, plaintive. Lily knew why she was asking – fucking Jane’s pussy was a rare treat, when they played like this. Most of the time Lily didn’t fuck her at all. More than once she didn’t even let her orgasm. But she was being nice today. Too nice, if Jane thought she could ask for that.
“You’re all yucky with oats and pee sweetheart, I’m not fucking you there.” Her ass was covered in globs of oat slurry too, but Lily wasn’t going to say that. She let Jane whine and squirm for a minute, upset about being denied but trying not to complain. She really was a very good girl.
She idly wondered how hard she’d have to push to get Jane to eat the oats out of her own piss-soaked underwear. Not very, she thought. Still, she took pity on her, and finally gave Jane what she always pretended she didn’t really want.
Jane had prepared herself well before putting the plug in, and Lily was able to nudge the fat head of her cock inside her asshole with no trouble at all.
“You were made to take my cock, you know that?” she said, breathing heavily now too, watching herself sink deeper and deeper inside Jane. “My piggy, my slut.” She got her hands back on Jane’s ass, smearing the slurry over her skin and up her back, building up a rhythm, fucking her hard, always hard for her Jane.
“Tip it over,” she said eventually. Jane didn’t need telling twice, hooking one hand over the edge of the trough and tipping it onto its side, sending the rest of the contents spilling across the floor beneath them. It mixed with Jane’s piss puddle, the whole thing a filthy mess.
Jane wasn’t surprised – took it gracefully when Lily plastered herself to her back and forced her down and onto the ground, getting her well and truly covered in the slurry. Lily fucked her like that, wet and sticky and slippery against the kitchen floor, until Jane came twice more and Lily was finally close, unbuckling the strap and slipping out of it, pushing her cock back inside Jane while she jerked herself off.
“On your back,” she said, watching in awe as Jane turned over, slipping a little in the mess, well and truly filthy. She looked dazed, but she was smiling, sleepy eyed. There were tear streaks through the oats crusted on one cheek. Her hair had bits in it, one bun was falling loose. The oat slurry covered her skin almost in its entirety.
She was the hottest thing Lily had ever seen.
“Aww baby, you’re so messy,” Lily said, helpless, “you really love it, don’t you? Being my filthy little piggy?” Jane nodded, easy with it now, after half a dozen orgasms and a big cock still nestled in her ass, pacifying her.
“I do,” she said simply, one hand reaching down to get her fingers on her clit, sliding through the oats caked there. Lily slapped her hand away.
“No baby, c’mon. It’s my turn now. Here, how about this-”
*
Lily came on Jane’s tongue in the end, having smeared a handful of the slurry across her own pussy before sitting on her sweet little piggy’s face and telling her to eat up. Later, after a long shower and an even longer clean up in the kitchen, Jane was rinsing her underwear in the bathroom sink while Lily brushed her teeth. She grimaced as little bits of oat slipped down the drain.
“These are so gross Lily. I can’t believe you make me wear them.” They were gross. The hole torn for the tail. The stains. Calling them ratty would be kind. Still, Lily knew what her baby liked. She spat out her toothpaste.
“Okay. Tell me you don’t like being gross and disgusting for me, and I promise you’ll never wear them again.”
Jane bit her lip, picked off a bit of crusted oat with her nail. She stayed quiet. Lily continued brushing her teeth.
“I like it,” she said eventually, begrudging.
“Okay then,” Lily said. She smiled as she kissed her, toothpaste and everything.