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Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:20:32 No.66905059 Report

>>66905006
Nick and anon go to a county fair and end up mud wrestling pigs to win a prize

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 23:27:42 No.66907975 Report

Quoted By: >>66908202 >>66908280 >>66908538

>>66905059
>County fair. One of the only things to do in this shithole of a town. Love it. Nick offered to take me today, help rip me out of the job hunting funk. Not many places takes you when you limp like I do. Not anywhere I'd like to work, anyhow.
>"Earth to humie." I have a finger snapped in my face.
>"Huh?" I realize we've stopped, Nick's awful little rattly car no longer moving. We've arrived.
>"Oh shit, alright." I open the car door. Another quip from the baryonyx driver.
>"Look if you're gonna daydream do it on your own time. We've got places to be."
>"Yes ma'am. Right away commander." the banter kicks up.
>A quick snrk and we're off to the fair proper. How I've missed this. Weird freakshows abound, and not even in the act thsemselves, horrible heart-stopping food, racist bigots and a general musty funk. What a dream.
>We step in and immediately Nick checks the event board for the day.
>"Oh my god, Anon." she points. I spy what she's pointing at.
>"Pig wrasslin'"
>"Anon." her voice is serious.
>"Yes, Nick we can go see the pig wrasslin' " I put on a southern drawl
>"Oh this is gonna be GOOD!" I check the time. All day, sets every 30 minutes. I check my watch. Right on time, then.
>Nick takes the lead, weaving us through the crowd. We get to the place and find out what it actually meant. It's not some act of dudes slopping it with the hogs, it's a chance for fair goers to get down and dirty. There's a prize list. Number 1 a giant stuffed pig.
>Nick's head turns slowly. I know where this is going.
>"Nick no, we're not-"
>"You're not, then. puss. I'm getting me a stuffed pig." I watch helplessly as she marches to the guy.
>I sigh, good lord Nick. I follow after her.
>"G'day." the attendee speaks, he's wearing overalls and a faded baseball cap. Couldn't be more stereotypical white-trash if he tried.
>"I'm here to win a stuffed pig." Nick grins widely.
>The guy reaches up and taps the sign he's leaning on. (Two Person minimum). Fuck.
cont.

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 23:36:44 No.66908202 Report

Quoted By: >>66908382 >>66908538

>>66907975
>I don't bother letting Nick beg me into this.
>"Fine. You win." Nick pays the guy and leads us to a small changing room out back. I was hoping to not cake one of my only outfits in hoggy mud. He hands us a set of plaid shirts and jeans. Guess we gotta look the part, then.
>I get changed and step out. Nick's already beat me out, her own plaid shirt tied up. I'm reminded just how attractive Nick actually is when she's not wearing those huge sweaters.
>"Alright soldier-boy. I expect to see some real clean wrasslin' out there."
>I elbow her. "Lay off, what're even the rules?"
>She points to the sign again. I squint. (Every second you can pin down a greasy squealer earns you a point. Prize list below.)
>30 seconds between the two of us it is, then. 5 minute time limit total.
>The white trash attendee whips out a megaphone. "WE GOT TWO!" A crowd starts forming at this. God I was hoping not.
>We step out to cheers as the guy counts us down.
>"FIVE MINUTES! HERE WE GO. THREE, TWO, ONE-" An airhorn is blown and we stomp out. Holy crap this mud is hard to wade through.
>I spy my target as I stomp over, he's a chunky thing. I imagine the larger one is gonna have a harder time regaining his footing.
>I pounce and manage to land on the thing. He doesn't even budge. What is this a tank disguised as a pig? I wiggle and manage to pin him. Not for long. Maybe a couple seconds as it squeals and wiggles free of my grip. I feel the dull stinging in my hip.
>I glance over to see how Nick's doing. Gator instincts seemingly having kicked in and I see her rolling one around, mud flying. Vile.
>I quickly resume my hunting, managing a bit of a longer pin this time before the greasy thing shoots out from under me. God this is tiring. I go for a third but I hear another airhorn.
>"THATS IT!" Screams the megaphone. I stand and take a quick once over. I'm soaked in mud and dampness.
>I look over to a grinning Nick, just as filthy as I am.
cont. Hog wrasslin

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 23:45:08 No.66908382 Report

Quoted By: >>66908411 >>66908538

>>66908202
>We clomp back through the mud to the fence as the attendant and one of his minions both check some stopwatches. I managed 12 seconds and Nick a staggering 32.
>"WE GOT A WINNER HERE!" I'm deafened, being just a foot away from the guy.
>The crowd roars as the guy gets down the stuffed pig, making a show of the thing. It's bigger now that I can see it, probably 4 foot long. I'm given a fourth place prize, a small keychain sized piglet. It honks when you squeeze it.
>We're pointed backstage to a shower to de-mud. I look over it and notice it's a single.
>"You can go first, I'll just sit here with my bruised ego." I tease, stretching my sore leg.
>"Nah, cmon." I'm yanked inside and Nick starts the thing up, pulling the curtain behind us.
>"Nick!?"
>"Chillout you prude." Nick starts disrobing, I have to look away. It's a struggle as there's maybe a foot worth of leeway in here.
>"What you plan on showering clothed? Cmon." I relent and strip down as well. It's beyond awkward as the two of us hose down in this little barely functioning shower out back near a literal pigsty.
>"Alright that's good enough I guess." Nick starts to step out and I get a slap on the ass. My god this girl.
>I rub my sore spot and finish as well, stepping out and grabbing my clothes. I still kind of smell but whatever.
>We step out front and I give one last look over the pig pen. They've got a new set out and... I swear to god that's just an oiled up fat child. I shake my head, wouldn't put it passed them.
>We step forward and are awarded our prizes, put on as a display to draw potential other challengers.
>My leg sorely reminding me of my limits. We end up on a bench nearby.
>"Well Nick that was more fun than I'd thought." I admit to her.
>"Hell yeah it was. Thanks for doing that. Got a little eye candy for your efforts and everything." I shake my head at her insistence on having 0 boundaries.
cont one more.

>>66908280
Get excited.

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 23:46:46 No.66908411 Report

Quoted By: >>66908538 >>66908541

>>66908382
>"We do this again?"
>"The shower or the fair?"
>I tap her leg with my foot "The fair, pervert."
>"Darn. Sure." we share a quick chuckle and stand, time for some fair slop.

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