THE PRINCESS & THE SLAVE: Finale

And so we come to the final part of this sordid little tale but never fear, there are five more stories in the book it comes from, Talons of the Hawk! 

The former princess heard those words and knew immediately that all the humiliation she had felt over the past days had been as nothing compared to what was to come.

“No,” he whispered. “No your highness,” please I’m begging wheeeee!”

His eyes popped in surprise to hear the animal squeal that came from his mouth.

“Please mistress,” he gasped. “Please don’t turn me into a wheeeeee! A wheeeee!” He coughed, grasping his throat. “I don’t wheeeeeee! I don’t want to be a wheeeeee! Wheeeeee!” The pig-like squealing overcame him as he panicked, then it was replaced by snuffling and snorting, the base oinking of a pig.

It was too late. It was happening and he gaped in terror as the princess pointed at his face, her head rocking back with laughter.

He felt for where she pointed and was horrified to find a protuberant snout where his nose had been. He grunted frantically, trying to form human words but unable to, then a tickling on his head made him reach up to grasp the flaps of the wide pig ears extending from the upper sides of his head.

His torso was thickening, his belly and chest expanding to form a huge tubular girth, then he looked down at his hands and saw trotters instead of fingers.

“Wheeeee!” he cried desperately. “Wheeeeee!” and still the princess laughed, even as his clothes fell off him  and his legs bowed. No more did he have human feet. Both arms and legs ended in trotters and as soon as he realised this he fell upon them on all fours oinking in alarm.

And still the princess laughed.

His head extended forward until it was pointing front and the shape of it changed, the snout taking on the true size and shape of a pig’s snout. He got fatter and fatter as this occurred, running back and forth on all fours, squealing in dread realisation until the transformation was complete and he was a she, a bloated fattened sow; an animal and nothing more, oinking and snorting like any pig in the field.

The bulbous sow knew that it had once been human but it snuffled round for food exactly as a normal pig would. It was a normal pig in every way.

But still it had hope, for surely the princess could change her mind. Surely this punishment was enough and it would at least be allowed to become a slave again.

But the princess called for another slave to come and the pig heard these words, struggling now to understand them with its animal brain. Already the subtlety of the human tongue was lost on it and in moments it might even lose what vague understanding it had. But understand it did when the princess gave her next command to the harried slave that appeared to her call.

“This filthy animal has got free from the pen. Have it locked away with the others of its kind immediately.”

No, thought the pig with its last vestige of human thought. If I’m put with the other pigs you won’t know which one is me! You’ll never be able to change me back!

“Hurry!” said the princess. “This disgusting animal smells awful! It revolts me! Get it out of my sight and put it with the others.”

And the pig was herded away from the princess to the pen and it never once looked on her again. It was locked in the pen with the other swine, just one of the many pigs now, and there it remained.

It was nothing but a pig with a pig’s desires and disgusting actions; with the brain and thoughts of a base animal. It would snuffle and snort and root in the dirt for food. It would wallow in mud and cover its bloated form in filth.

And one day, when it had lived out its years as nothing but an animal, it would be dragged squealing to the abattoir to be slaughtered under the axe and would be nothing but bacon and ham; food on the table of Prince Kalide. 

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