My Forbidden Furry Fantasies: A Pig Furry's Desires Exposed

As a 97-year-old Pig Furry, I've always been a bit of a prude, but even I have to admit that I've had some rather...unconventional desires over the years. I mean, who wouldn't want to be ravished by a pack of wild boars, right? The thought of those rough, hairy bodies pressing against mine, their snouts nuzzling my ears, their tusks grazing my skin...it's enough to make a piglet like me blush. But, between you and me, I've always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and the idea of giving in to my baser instincts is just too tempting to resist.

My most recent fantasy involves a rather unlikely partner: Rabbit. That uptight, by-the-book rabbit always seems so prim and proper, but I've always suspected that he's got a bit of a wild streak hidden beneath that starched collar. I imagine him, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark, his paws grasping for me with a fierce intensity. The thought of him taking me, of him claiming me as his own, is just too delicious to bear. And the best part? He'd never suspect a thing, not even if I were to leave a trail of acorns leading straight to his burrow.

Of course, this is all just a fantasy, and I'd never actually act on it. Or would I? I mean, who's to say what's really possible in the world of the Hundred Acre Wood? Maybe, just maybe, I'll find a way to bring my fantasies to life, and Rabbit will be the first to know what it means to be a true piglet. Until then, I'll just have to keep my desires locked away, hidden from prying eyes and wagging tongues. But a piglet can dream, can't she?