What do you think of women?

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of these characters, though I wish I did. For all those who read this, the movie, by Miyazaki, is definitely a must see! Also, if you\'re weak-hearted to the idea that a MINOR is screwing a PIG, then I suggest you LEAVE! Bare with me as this is my first time writing... ENJOY!!!

Marco was sitting by his red plane, as usual, fixing the engine—the sputtered oil dribbling down his left arm, his shirt soaked with sweat. From a short distance, Fio watched him work with his big wrench, setting the tool down for the glass of red wine beside him before picking the wrench back up & continuing on his work.

Fio loved watching Marco work—his muscles slightly flexed—every so often rubbing his piggy nose & mustache, or light or smoke another cigarette, or wipe the sweat from his forehead with his greasy handkerchief. It turned Fio on... very much. So much, that today, she couldn\'t stand it anymore—she had to have him. \'Besides\', she thought, \'without her, that pig\'s plane would never hit flight again... plus he could consider it as part of my pay\'. With that, she put a semi-thought out plan to action.

“Porco?” Fio asked, with as innocent of a voice she could muster, “what do you think of women?” Marco stopped working & looked over to the very anxious Fio, stunned at the question. He looked into her serious eyes—not really knowing how to answer—so a shrug was all he gave. “You need to stop asking so many questions, kiddo—it\'s bad for your health.” The wrench hit a bolt hard—making Fio moan slightly.

“Oh, c\'mon now, you\'ve had your eye on a few girls just by lookin\' at \'em—you even had a thing for Gena. Please—” she was cut off with a sour grunt. A faint blush came across those piggy cheeks of his—so much that he dropped his wrench into the lagoon. “Damn, I needed that for the carburetor.”

He was about to step into the water when Fio grabbed the wrench & pulled on his wrist—Marco came down into the water with a loud splash (though the shore was shallow beneath him). His glasses were covered in muddy sand & he spat out a seashell or two before reacting to the giggling redhead by the tent. He noticed her disappear into the canvas as he stood up, wiping of his dirty lenses.

Walking towards the tent, he heard a muffled rustling inside & wondered if she was going to bed (the sun was already beginning to set)... finding inside a half-naked redhead sitting on his bed. Marco\'s jaw dropped, cigarette dangling from his bottom lip, & glasses sliding down to the end of his nose— \'she looks... stunning\' Marco thought to himself. \'Hold it, you\'re talking about your 17 year old mechanic being sexy?!? What\'s gotten into you, pig? Snap out of it!\'

Fio slid off Marco\'s bed slowly, walked over to his side, & laid a kiss on his quivering lips just like that—no moving his cigarette, no brake, no nothing—just straight kiss. And the truth of it all was—he rather enjoyed it. \'What, are you crazy, pig?\'

Fio broke away, for a moment, to ask, “Are you okay with this, Porco?” Marco came close & returned an even longer, rougher kiss. When he broke away, he said, “I guess I am”, intending to answer both Fio & his mind, “and call me Marco”, he added with another rough kiss.

Pushing Fio back onto the bed, Marco unbuttoned his shirt. His arms slightly flexed as he ran his hands up & down Fio\'s half-naked body, hearing her moan softly each time.

Fio could feel Marco\'s hand sliding underneath her shorts, passing her underwear, & start fiddling with her clitoris, making her excruciatingly horny. She willingly let go her embrace with Marco & started unzipping her shorts, helping free the space for him better. As he wiggled his finger around her clitoris, Marco\'s left hand moved up along her body \'til it reached her left breast—already exposed to the now cold, darkening air. Fio\'s nipples hardened under his warm palm as he massaged it, kneading it soft and slow.

Marco\'s tongue was writhing inside Fio\'s mouth. He didn\'t know another time he\'d been this happy, and didn\'t care. The glasses on his face had finally fallen onto the ground. His right hand moved down & started caressing the opening of Fio\'s vagina—she began to moan louder.

Braking away from the kiss, Marco thought he could get away with experimentation, & left a trail of kisses towards where his hand used to be. As he started licking her clitoris, Fio felt a cold finger press the opening & she nodded for his signal. A gasp & another moan escaped Fio\'s lips as the fat finger pressed inside her slowly, beginning to wiggle.

Fio\'s hands merged down, pressing on Marco\'s shoulders lightly with each moan. Fio didn\'t think it was enough just to get his mouth, so she flipped Marco over onto the bed & lowered her head towards his lower half—still clothed. Tugging at his pants, Marco got the message &, moving his left hand off her breast, started unzipping his trousers—feeling them leave his legs as Fio pulled with anticipation. Before he knew it, his underwear was gone, too.

A sudden shiver came over his spine as a tongue ran slowly up & down the now hardened cock he had created. Marco closed his eyes as the mouth below him began licking his balls, starting at the back & working her way backward towards his arousal again.

\'And you thought pigs couldn\'t get pleasure like this\', he thought as the young technician started sucking hard on his dick. \'Oh, shut up you\', he replied to himself as he added in a pelvic thrust to Fio\'s sensual bite. A light squeal escaped Marco\'s lips as he realized the cum running down Fio\'s cheek was his. Marco sat up, pulling his cock out of Fio\'s mouth rather quickly. She looked up, smiling, then slid up to one of his ears & said, “Do me as hard as you can, fly-boy” before giving her seeded mouth a good heave-hoe into his. It tasted salty, but neither of them really cared—they had each other... or, at least, Fio had Marco—Marco didn\'t have what he wanted yet, turning Fio around—revealing her small, yet \'not that much smaller\', ass & started lubing up before— “You asked for it, kiddo!”

A gasp, whimper, & yelp came to Fio as Marco\'s very hard cock was pressed into her ass—a tight squeeze, but it felt so good. Her knees were barely working as she held up on the bed for the impact of each pump; every thrust harder & faster than the first—louder & quicker each moan went before Marco pulled out entirely, turning Fio over once more for the grand finale.

Fio\'s straddle became more evident as the now throbbing dick of Marco merged with Fio\'s vagina slowly—gathering speed with each thrust. Fio\'s words were broken up with panting & whimpering. “Oh, god... oh, god” was all she could utter out. Even that wasn\'t enough as Marco went in & out, faster & faster, into her. “Keeping going, you\'ve almost done it, kiddo!” Marco whispered by Fio\'s ear—Fio\'s \'oh gods\' were lost in Marco\'s & the endless thrusts she was receiving; she stopped speaking altogether, aside from a few \'oh, Marco\'s\' here and there, & noticed a high-pitched pant escaping her lips before “Almost... almost...”

A silence. Marco thrust once more as the silence thickened, releasing his seed a second time— “...there it is. Nice job, kiddo!” Marco pulled his cock out of Fio & rested beside her exhausted. A while passed before either of them spoke a word. Then,

“Fio?”

“Yeah?”

“To answer your question, I think women are great.”

“I\'m glad you think so, Marco... night!”

With all words said & the sun rising, the two fell asleep in each others arms, smiling, as Marco\'s last cigarette hung from his tired, open mouth. \'That\'ll do, pig\', his mind silently called, \'that\'ll do.\'

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