After the cutoff cuss and as this greasy pig laid on me. I began to wonder about the true sanitation around here with all these damn animals running about. The squealing of the porker was louder than you would think but the position felt familiar. 

I let out a grunting thrust to buck this flubber buddy of North Korean origin. 

"Suuuu-weeeee!!" I let out a squeal of my own. I've wrestled a few beefy chicks heifers of the female kind. I bucked again and slid as the count got to 2. I bucked a third time and this was my thunder thighs, test of strength buck! 

Kickout!

As I scramble to my feet, I see that the pig named Hotdog has nipples. I reach and take on the risk of PETA, twisting it with great intention of pain. Hotdog squealed but the look in its eyes said that maybe this was a kink it had. I let go immediately and dove into a nearby room, slamming the door closed and putting the door between me and the Pumba of these Pride Lands.