I almost forgot FanFiction Fridays. But I wrote this for you guys, I challenged myself to not sleep for 24 hours and.. this happened.
The pigs of Animal farm
pairing: Napoleon x Squealer
rated: Mature (because pig porn.)
The sun was rising over the newly claimed Animal Farm, the windmill shadowed the house; it was almost finished. Napoleon stood at the window to look at the large windmill, the animals had already started their work for the day carrying the large stones up the hill to crush at the bottom. He tied a tie around his neck under the turned up collar, gripping a cigarette between his teeth as he looked at his own reflection. He straightened the white pinstripe waist coat and fixed his hair, pig ear flopping slightly, “Four legs good, Two legs better.” A calm voice sounded from behind him, he smirked and turned to the source of the voice. Squealer lay in the bed, sheet loosely hanging over his naked form, he tried to strike a match to light the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips.
“Let me get that for you..” Napoleon said, walking over smoothly and taking the box of matches from the smaller pig, striking the match easily and putting the flame to the end of the cigarette. Squealer looked up at him before inhaling the smoke, smiling as he turned on his back, “That’s a nice suit. Can’t be one of Jones’ the man has no style.”
“Whymper got it tailored.”
Squealer pouted, “And I don’t get a pretty suit?”
“I’ll make sure you do.” A smile spread across Napoleon’s face as he sat by the younger pig, reaching a hand over to fiddle with the soft ears that perched themselves on Squealer’s head. He put out his cigarette and climbed further onto the bed, “I think we have a little time before you have to out to give your little pep talk…” He almost purred as he climbed over the smaller pig, taking the newly lit cigarette from his mouth and placing it in the ash tray beside the bed.
“Well, they can wait anyway…” Squealer smirked, “Take all the time you need.” He pulled the red tie out of it’s position tucked into the white pinstripe waist coat, pulling the other against him, pressing their lips together. Napoleon gladly took the kiss and returned it, tangling his tongue with Squealer’s like they had multiple times before. The smaller pig worked on undressing his elder, removing the tie and unbuttoning the waist coat as Napoleon made the kiss more adventurous, tugging on the other’s bottom lip.
Once Napoleon’s clothes were removed from the picture, he threw the sheets over both of them, smoothing his hands over his lovers skin, taking in every bump and rib. To him the pig was perfect, tender, supple… beautiful. Squealer wrapped his arms round the neck of his partner, whimpering at the touches as they kissed passionately, Napoleon was already getting to his soft spots, then again it wasn’t hard for the older pig; his cold hands created soft spots. When he started grinding into him, Squealer practically melted under his elder, throwing his head back to moan out. “Quiet now, Squealer…” Napoleon smirked, “We would hate it if someone heard, wouldn’t we?”
Squealer gave a glassy eyed look, nodding and keeping his mouth shut. He pressed Napoleon’s lips to his neck, shivering at how cold they were. They were like ice, spreading blooms of frost across the younger pig’s neck; his breath grew heavy and hot in contrast to the cold blooms Napoleon spread across his neck. He gasped and wrapped his legs around his lover, hand tangling into his hair, Napoleon had begun to press into his entrance. Squealer’s trotters twitched, his hands clawed for something to grip onto so he could take the pressure the pushed against his insides. He would often debate with himself weather this meant that Napoleon was too big or that he was too small, either would make it feel as good.
The older pig gripped his lover’s ass, squeezing it hard, “Why don’t you start living up to your name for me…?” He purred into Squealer’s ear as he began to thrust, the younger pig obeyed without thought, squealing as Napoleon’s length pushed deep into him. He began to shake, beads of sweat formed on his brow, his black hair beginning to soak the sweat up. Napoleon smirked, wincing slightly as his lover’s hard black nails dug into his back, none the less he thrusted, steadily getting harder and faster, Squealer’s moans getting louder. The bed began to squeak - curse these old beds, covering the younger pig’s moans almost.
Napoleon changed their position, pushing Squealer’s legs up against him. The smaller pig’s arms flopped behind him, gripping the pillow tightly. All thoughts of someone hearing had gone, they no longer cared - Snowball had been gone for a long time and the other pigs would be out bothering the animals; they were alone. Together. And that’s how it would be.
They continued their passion’s for another hour before coming, Squealer first. They had an agreement, the first to cum had to finish off the other, this meant that today, Napoleon got a blow job before he went out to address his followers for the day. He dressed again in the same way he had before, white pinstriped suit and red tie; he added on a cane and let his monocle hang from the chest pocket on a gold chain. Squealer also took time to dress, until he got his own personal suit, he wore Jones’ sunday best; an outfit that fit him very well. It was a tweed jacket and trousers, though it fit him it didn’t suit his black hair and glasses, Napoleon already had a suit in mind for his lover, black and tight fitting - anything large wouldn’t be acceptable, Napoleon wanted to see the curves that now belonged to him; Squealer was his, he wouldn’t let some whore of a sew take his interest.
Don’t stay up for 24 hours, kids.