Pigpen's pride (Monthly tale - 47)

(Women into pigs)

Chapter 5

“Witchcraft is a long, long tradition, as we have studied already, the spell & craft are older than the very concept of civilization itself. Our history isn’t separated from that of the rest of the world, far from it, but it runs parallel with the triumphs and uncountable horrors of mankind, but is not completely shared. As we humans spread from Africa’s heart towards every corner of the world so did witches. Knowledge, methodologies… witchery shares many traits, no matter where it comes from, because our trade comes from a shared lore passed from witch to witch since when, at the dawn of our species, the Moth Mother gave us her teachings. Still, despite the similarities, the way witches conduct themselves can be completely different from coven to coven and, as with many other things in life, from region to region even if there is a distinguishable pattern. Such is the case with yakuza covens from Japan. As humanity spread and matriarchy sadly fell from grace due to the imposition of the farcical patriarchy, witches stepped back into a world of infinite possibilities while men wasted century after century spilling blood in the pursuit of less than nothing. Japan was no different, feudal warlords, brutish thugs in armour who ruined both their own and a larger chunk of the world. What is known only from our history books is that in the shadows, kunoichi ruled. With superb mastery of the art of the markings, covens of witches pulled the strings from behind the scene, their doings dictated the outcomes of battlefields and the rise and fall of lords, governing as a myth that men could only poorly imitate. After the end of the great world wars the kunoichi modernised with the changing times, a coalition of covens swiftly took over the yakuza in less than a year and a couple of decades later their grip on the criminal underworld was completely solidified, their reach, power and skill reaching a peak never seen before…” Cindy looked up from the book. “You all better be paying attention!”

…

The morning sun shone outside the large traditional Japanese house.

The peaceful flow of water in the backyard pond.

The double doors from the main hall to the backyard were open.

Akaryu Xingshi lay face down and bare breasted on the floor, with her head resting against her crossed well toned arms. Sitting by her side on that same floor there was another woman, wearing white and blindfolded, one hand on Xing’s back, the other holding the long thin brush of needles.

Her nails had a faintly black glow.

The ancient painful art of irezumi.

A craft that required both precise finesse and unbroken patience. The blindfolded witch applied the mix of kappa & kitsune ink on the skin canvas one stab at a time. It takes weeks, months, often even years, to finish the painting, thousands and thousands of stabbings, carved by hand, slowly forming a coherent picture.

An act of dedication not just for the artist, but for the canvas.

You don’t get yourself inked just on a whim, it requires commitment, conviction.

Especially amongst the coven yakuza.

It was no mere aesthetic decoration, but a statement of intention, will and power carried on your back. Literal power, such markings enhance the flow of magick, but they also bond the witch’s power to a singular conception of her choice.

Such bonding lasts for life.

The image painted has to be something important for the witch, something that defines them. Xing’s inking was already a full sketch that had taken a few months of carving sessions. It lacked colour, but the image was already fully visualised.

A koi fish swimming downwards, splitting a waterfall in two.

…

The place set for the meeting was in the countryside, far from the cities. Not near any main road, just a few buildings and a lot of open space surrounded by a high wall, in the land records it was registered as a private farming compound.

A handy facade that wasn’t completely untrue.

The car was big, wide, black, with tinted windows. It stopped in front of the heavy gates that were the compound’s main entrance. A woman in a suit came out of the car and rushed to open the passenger's door reverently.

Lady Benten Sakamoto, matriarch of the Hebimori coven, stepped out.

A tall, thin fair skinned woman with long limbs and an uptight face. Her dark hair tied up in the most traditional of manners, she was wearing a regal kimono with an exquisite green and yellow scale pattern and carrying a long, sheathed, katana.

So long that she could even use the weapon sheathed as a staff without a problem.

While the rest of her cohort got out of the car, Sakamoto gave the gates of the farm  compound a cold stare. The noise of the pigs on the other side of the wall gave her a soft chill down her spine, something very unpleasant for a woman of her status.

The bike was so loud it didn’t take anybody by surprise, it’s stormy noise reached them long before the vehicle itself arrived. The Hebimori witches swiftly surrounded their matriarch.

Like thunder the bike, a vintage Harley, reached them, tyres shrieking and smoking before it stopped.

Xing was riding it.

She was shorter than Sakamoto, with tanned skin, bushy eyebrows matching her fierce eyes, black hair loose and wild, with a single blonde bang. Her kimono stood in opposition to the matriarch’s refined clothes, being fiery red with white details, she wore it open and with the sleeves rolled up, showing muscles and abs, barely covering her breasts.

Instead of a katana she carried a long rusty pipe.

“Sup, old crone!” gloated Xing, smiling with dangerous defiance as she dismounted her ride. “Ready to become a pork-chop brood?”

The Hebimori witches didn’t take her lack of respect well. One of them, heated up with anger, broke formation to confront Xing.

“Brutish uncivilised thug! How dare you speak to Lady Benten in such a manner!”

Xing eagerly met the chance of a fight,, with the pipe resting on her shoulder and the nails of the other hand already glowing red she stood up in front of the Habimore witch.

“What’s the issue, girl? You don’t want your grandma to be the only one screwed today? I can help you with that if you are so tired of belonging to humanity!”

Not only her nails, but now her eyes also shone, without an ounce of fear.

The young witch quickly realised her mistake, the pressure that surrounded her, engulfing reality itself. Her nipples stiffened, her vagina clenched, she couldn’t breath, wet, as if she was under water, as if she was about to collapse & splash inside her own clothes.

Sakamoto intervened, putting the hilt of the katana between the two witches.

“YUKI!” she shouted with a dry voice. “Are you out of your mind? You are no match for this monster.”

“O-Onee-sama…” mumbled Yuki. “I… I just…”

Sakamoto continued her scolding.

“I don’t need you to throw your life away for me, idiot! That’s not why we are here!”

With her anger and pride melted into shame and impotence, Yuki stepped backwards with her head down and tearful eyes.

Xing chuckled.

“All very noble on your part, crone, but perhaps you shouldn’t cover for them, just let nature take it’s course and get rid of the weak so your hatchlings can stand up for themselves when you are out of the picture and can’t save their ass.”

Sakamoto glared at Xing, the two witches stood staring at each other, their power crackling in the air.

“It’s of the utmost disgrace that the Sora coven had to fall into the grip of a mixed blood savage like you,” the old matriarch said with calm contempt. “But you will not harm my apprentices. The code will be respected, and our conflict will be resolved peacefully.”

Xing shook her head.

“Peacefully, that’s funny!”

The gates of the compound opened.

The Warden walked out, immediately cooling the scene with her presence.

She was tall, taller even than Sakamoto, with a stiff posture, pale skinned and with bountiful breasts. She wore a kimono of unstained white, her head covered by a large straw hat of the same colour that completely covered her face from her lips upwards, with eye slots in the front so she could see.

“Lady Benten,” she said with a soft voice, bowing with reverence.

Sakamoto bowed back.

“It’s an honour, Warden.”

“Lady Akaryu,” continued the Warden, bowing to Xing.

Xing rolled her eyes.

“Can we be done with the pedantry already?

The Warden nodded.

“My apologies, Lady Akaryu,” the Warden continued with another bow. “I hope I didn’t make your honourable graces wait unnecessarily. As heads of the Hebimor coven and the Sora coven you had agreed and rightfully requested access to the compound to solve a conflict between your covens, is that correct?”

“Yes, it is correct,” confirmed Sakamoto.

“You can be damned sure!“ shouted Xing.

The Warden nodded again.

“Then you are both welcome into the Mud Heaven,” she stepped aside, offering them passage into the compound’s interior. “I would be your humble attendant today, perhaps for the rest of your lives depending on the outcome of today. I’m certain two women of your stature don’t need that reminder, but please, be aware this is the last line, if you follow me past these doors at the very least one of you will certainly be permanently reduced into a breeding sow, so please give it final consideration before any further action.”

The Warden awaited for their answers, Xing didn’t waste a single moment with a second thought.

“Let’s go already!” she grunted, annoyed, stepping ahead with her pipe.

Sakamoto stood still, squeezing her sword’s scabbard, she took another long look at the compound’s gates, feeling her age on her shoulders.

“How could I allow it to escalate to this point…” she mumbled to herself.

Yuki tried to reach out to her matriarch one last time.

“Onee-sama…” she said. “You don’t have to humiliate yourself like this…”

Sakamoto shook her head.

“It is my duty, my responsibility,” she told her apprentices. “Whatever happens today… to me, no matter what, you are Hebimori witches and we stand tall no matter what.”

The Hebimori witches saluted their matriarch, Yuki lowered her head to hide her tears. Sakamoto breathed deeply, readying herself, before stepping ahead with katana in hand.

“Magnificent,” the Warden bowed to the two women. “Please, follow me in peace without disturbing the pigs.”

She walked into the compound, Xing and Sakamoto exchanged stares out of the corner of their eyes before following the Warden. The heavy doors of the gate soon closed behind them, as if they were animated by magic.

The two witches walked closely behind the Warden, the path they were using ended at the largest & most lavish building at the centre of the compound. It was serene in the interior of the walls, off to one side of the path some farmland was being attended by other wardens who wore clothes very similar to the one leading them, at the other side there was a beautiful garden with a pond.

As they advanced the farming side gave way to an outdoor sty.

The Mud Heaven.

A couple of dozen pigs, all sows, rolling around the mud, feasting from the feeders, playing, socialising… Doing the usual doings of their kindred when left undisturbed.

All of them sows.

But even more interesting than that: All of them with elaborate tattoos covering their backs and sides.

“Here is where one of you may end up today,” the Warden explained as they kept walking. “Those sows were all upstanding members of the yakuza, matriarchs, captains… Women of power who put their humanity on the line to avoid bloodshed and lost it. Stripped of their name and form they will live here for the rest of their lives, safe and taken care of, as the pigs they are. It may be humiliating for some, but their choice was brave and not something to be ashamed of, remember that when you are transforming.”

“Why freaking pigs?” asked Xing.

“The same reason why transformations into common porcines are banned outside of the compound: The ancestral witch Kirke. Lady Benten certainly could tell you about that ruling, she was one of her supporters…”

Xing had stopped paying attention to the Warden. Having seen something ahead she rushed forward, leaving both her companions behind. Leaving her pipe on the floor she knelt down before the sty’s fence.

A spotted sow approached, one of the largest in the sty. The splendid beast with a joyful expression had a cloudy sky surrounding a red torii gate adorning her back.

Memories resounded inside Xing’s head… Foggy at first, the half-laughing echo of a calm woman’s voice…

“You need to relax, Xing-chan, let’s go to the onsen…!”

The fog acquired form.

That day the water was perfectly warm…

It was like heaven…

In front of her, the matriarch of the Sora coven, Lady Hayate, was standing butt-naked in the middle of the water… the same tattoo, with the gate and the clouds, on her wide back…

Lady Hayate looked at Xing, not in the least worried about her nudity… She was a plump pale woman, with shoulder length black hair, a bushy crotch, plentiful breasts… she smiled without a single regret…

“There’s nothing else to talk about, Xing-chan! I’m becoming a pig for your sake, so don’t you dare waste it, idiot! That’s my final demand…!”

The memory faded away…

Xing was petting the big headed sow with both hands, which seemed very happy with the attention.

“Fat slob,” mumbled Xing. “I was worried sick and here you are, living the best life, aren’t ya?”

“Oink! Oink!”

“Hmph…” Xing felt an itch in her eyes. “So, were you right? Is the mud as good as the thermal waters?”

“Grunt!”

The Warden put her hand on Xing’s shoulder.

“Lady Akaryu,” she quickly removed her hand when the sow tried to reach it with it’s snout. “We shall move.”

Xing gave the sow’s head a last rub.

“Yeah…” she said, getting up. “Keep doing great, aunty.”

“Oink…!”

“Don’t you worry, Lady Akaryu, this place is called the Mud Heaven for a reason, pigs here have the best life a pig can have. From feeding to breeding to cleaning, all their necessities are covered.”

“Sure, great.”

“You may come to appreciate it if you end up joining the sty.”

“Tshh…”

“You are young, fit, healthy, you would definitely make a good breeder if you became a pig and certainly a cute one, even if your teats may leave something to be desired.”

Xing frowned and stared back at the Warden’s covered face

“It feels like you are looking for a fight, big-titted-moron!”

“Nothing could be further from the truth, I’m just trying to ease what may be a reality for you soon, Lady Akaryu.”

“Fuck off, creep!”

More annoyed than before, Xing kept walking forward. Sakamoto shook her head, she moved in front of the sow with cloud tattoos and gave a profound reverence to the beast. The Warden approached her from behind.

“Lady Benten,” the Warden began before being interrupted by Sakamoto.

“I don’t need you to tell me what fine pork material I am, Warden,” the Hebimori matriarch answered dryly and with her eyes on the sty. “Fat and lazy and so lost in primal hedonistic urges that the dignity of my persona is nothing but a mocking memory, if it's to be my fate then so let it be, but I’m not going to denigrate my pridff to thims of a brat.”

“Certainly,” nodded the Warden. “You’d rather oink than lose your honour, as one of the Seven Goddesses of Luck you would be the greatest sow to ever join the compound.”

Sakamoto’s lips twitched.

The two followed Xing.

They reached the main building shortly afterwards, a temple-like structure placed at the exact centre of the Mud Heaven. Without losing any more time the three climbed the stairs, the Warden opened the doors and they walked inside after leaving their shoes at the entrance.

The interior was a spacious room, mostly empty, walled in dark brown wood. The windows were closed and it was illuminated by square cloth lamps hanging from the high ceiling. At the other end of the room stood a statue, a gigantic bronze statue depicting a naked half-pig woman sitting with her legs crossed, rows of teats along both sides of her large round belly, a serene expression on her snout.

Leading them, the Warden reached the shadow of the statue and knelt on her knees in front of it, placing her back to the pig-woman, on a pillow in the middle of a black circle painted on the floor.

There were two other circles side by side, each with their own pillow-seats, in front of her.

“Please, take a seat,” the Warden instructed. “You go on the right, Lady Benten and you on the left, Lady Akaryu.”

Xing and Sakamoto followed the instructions, sitting where they were told, Xing crossing her legs.

“Now,” the Warden continued. “Renounce your weapons so we can begin.”

The katana and the pipe were immediately put down on the floor, outside the circles.

“Bare your chests, witches,” was the next thing the Warden told them.

Without any hesitation both women removed the tops of their kimonos, rolling them around their waist and exposing their breasts. Xing’s nipples were small and stiff,  her tits medium sized above her abs. Sakamoto had slightly larger, but saggier, boobs, veiny and with ample areolas.

Sakamoto’s back was covered by a tattoo displaying a myriad of snakes of a green and yellow tone, surrounding a larger white one in the middle of a jungle. Xing’s defiant waterfall-splitting koi was still just a finished sketch of ink.

The Warden gave them the next step of the ritual.

“Bow and be humble. Unleash your magicks, bind them to the markings on the floor without any restraint or subterfuge.”

And so the two witches did.

They put their hands on the circles and bowed until their foreheads touched wood.

Their nails shone with power, red for Xing, greenish for Sakamoto. Their glows were  slowly suctioned by their surrounding ritual circles, replacing the black with their signature colours.

Around the Warden her own circle pulsated with darkness.

The Warden raised her voice.

“Benten Sakamoto! Akaryu Xingshi! Are you willing to risk those names meaning nothing to end your dispute?”

Sakamoto and Xing answered together at once.

“Yes!”

“Then you no longer have names,” concluded the Warden. “If you step out of the markings you will become a pig,” she stretched her arm forward. “If you reach an agreement one of you will become a pig. If you run out of time you will both become pigs. You are women no more, that pretension is now bound to the markings, you are sows of the Mud Heaven,” the Warden touched her pulsating circle with the tip of her nails, calming the magic. “You have only half-an-hour, sows” she said, straightening up. “Please, proceed, deliberate and I will judge.”

The Warden waited.

The witches raised their heads. Xing took a quick glance behind her, at her back her red circle had begun to slowly blaze, but not to slow, the red consuming in both directions of the circumference, leaving only a burn mark in the floor. The exact same thing was happening to Sakamoto’s surrounding markings.

Xing felt her muscles tensing, sweating, and the temperature raising.

Sakamoto straightened herself, like the Warden, she cleared her throat and spoke.

“The punk sitting at my side is not worthy of being part of the yakuza, nor humankind. She’s reckless, unthinking and violent. The previous matriarch of the Sora coven already sacrificed her humanity, joining the Mud Heaven, to save her and not even six months after she has made that sacrifice meaningless. Under her command the Sora coven has been trying to expand into the Nigata prefecture.”

Xing’s eyelids had been narrowing as Sakamoto made her accusations, her fuzzy eyebrows frowning.

“You are a lying old hog!” she finally shouted.

Showing her lack of self-control she leaned forward, trying to reach Sakamoto with a punch, but as soon as her hand was out of the circle her fist was opened by the magic. Thick hairs covered the skin as it turned pinkish, her wrist cracked and fingers swelled and retracted into clumsy digits.

It took merely an instant for her arm to end in a pig trotter.

Xing remained in shock until she felt the tusks against her lips and the flattening of her nose, she recoiled back into her circle.

“Do us a favour, pig” Sakamoto told her, cold and undisturbed by the failed punching attempt. “Leave your clothes on the seat and crawl out of the markings, it would be far easier and more honourable for all of us.”

“Screw you!” barked Xing at her rival, her changes having reverted as quickly as they happened once she had retreated back inside the circle, she shook her fingers and then her whole hand. “Fuckin hell…!”

“Do you deny the accusations of the old hog, young sow?” the Warden asked, making both witches lips twitch.

“Tch! Of course I do, ma’am, it’s bull… nah!” she chuckled, sitting like a thug, with her legs open. “Pig-shit, wouldn’t it be? Pig-shit and lies! Do I look like the kind of witch that would have any interest in stupid land-grabs?”

The Warden nodded.

“No, no indeed… But you do look like the kind of hot-blooded sow that would love to have an excuse for a fight.”

Sakamoto shook her head.

“There’s plenty of evidence, Warden, I sent them to the compound as soon as I received the calling! You must have seen them, haven’t you?”

“I have, old hog.”

“Then the sow has no excuse! She’s trying to play smart, but she’s just an idiot! The Sora coven has been vandalising our store and marking our territory! The Sora coven is attacking the Hebimori coven! They want to start a war!”

Xing rolled her eyes.

“You sure love to grunt a lot considering you just want to oink nonsense, old hog, but none of that is true and you know it. The Sora coven isn’t doing crap.”

A vein inflated in Sakamoto’s forehead, she stroked the floor with her fist.

“You call me an oinking liar, but you offer neither any counter argument nor evidence for your innocence. What, are we supposed to believe that you are a pig of peace when you can’t even stand in our most sacred institutions without showing your disdain for our traditions?”

Xing shrugged.

“You can believe pigs can fly for all I care, but I can assure you the Sora coven hasn’t put a single hoove in your sty, hog!” she burst into laughter. “Moth Mother, we are really riding this bacon-speech to the mud, aren’t we?”

“Why are you certain the Sora coven hasn’t made any attempt on Hebimori territory, sow?” intervened the Warden. “You have barely been matriarch for a few months, your underlings could be conspiring against your interests.”

“Which would be yet another reason for her to stay in Mud Haven!” Sakamoto pointed out. “It doesn't matter if she is inexperienced and can’t lead her coven properly, it would still be her responsibility and she would still be no better than any common swine.”

Xing calmly, or as calmly as she could manage, glared at the other two, then smirked.

“I know the Sora coven isn’t doing anything for one simple reason: I’m the only remaining Sora witch.”

That revelation caught both the Warden and Sakamoto off-guard, they needed a moment to assimilate it.

“What do you mean,” Sakamoto asked slowly.

Xing looked directly at her.

“I mean what I mean. When good ol’ Lady Hayate took the hit for me and joined this lovely Mud Heaven there were seventeen witches left in the Sora coven not counting me. Seventeen good for nothing hags that couldn’t tolerate a mixed blooded being their new matriarch. Those darn traditions! They didn’t know better and before I could even get my ink they made sure I was aware of their complaints and demands… with an ambush. So we fought and now they are in the pond, where they belong.”

“The pond…?” the old sow enquired further.

Xing’s smirk sharpened.

“They tried, they fought, they were so sure… Until eggs began to pour out of their cunt, the scales covering them, their weakening limbs turning into fins… They didn’t plead for long when their gills grew. So that’s why the Sora coven isn’t attacking your turf, old hog. Hayate is already here and a sow, the other seventeen are koi in the pond.”

Sakamoto shook her head.

“You can’t be serious.”

Xing raised her fist, her nails glowed red, seventeen small red figures appeared around her arm, seventeen nude women. Sakamoto recognized them as they swam in the air, doing circles around the arm… opening and closing their mouths, wiggling, deforming…

Seventeen koi fish.

“That’s my evidence and the truth,” Xing opened her fist and the fish vanished at once. “I am all that's left of the Sora coven!” she focussed her attention on the Warden. “Which would mean that the hog’s accusation is false and she should be the one crawling naked out of the markings, I am right, ma’am?”

The Warden fondled her chin.

“Impressive,” she said. “Very impressive… It would seem so, certainly, that your allegation is stronger than the hog’s…”

Sakamoto panicked in a moment of weakness.

“W-Wait!” for the first time since the deliberations began she felt the nudity of her chest. “Even if what the sow claims is true that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s not the one attacking Hebimori territory!”

“Your colours are showing, hog and they are rather pink!” Xing gloated.

“Shut up, insolent! Warden, I implore you, this sow’s hate is obvious, transparent, her only goal is to harm our organisations! This is nothing but a ploy to cause my downfall!”

Xing shook her head, disappointed.

“You are just becoming plain pathetic now, hog.”

Sakamoto pierced Xing with her eyes.

“Pathetic…?” her voice was trembling. “I have devoted my life to the yakuza! Every choice! Every action! What do you know about duty? Loyalty? Honour?! You want nothing but our ruin!” she bowed, pleading to the Warden. “Warden, listen to me, make me a pig, I accept it, but if you allow her to walk free it will be the doom of the yakuza!”

Xing stomped the floor and rose up, angrier at Sakamoto’s begging display than of anything that had happened so far. She removed the rest of her kimono and stood at the edge of the half burnt circle wearing only white socks, sweat shining on her tense muscles, her puffy shaved pussy tight between her legs.

“I’m not a scheming snake, hog! You think you can throw away your humanity to tear down my pride?! I don’t hide my beef with you and the rest of the lucky oldies, but I didn’t want this! I want a fight! A fair fight! But you had to drag us both down to the mud, didn’t ya? I haven’t even started and this the best you can do to stop me? Okay then! Fine with me! Stop squealing and whining and show your guts! Clothes off, we are sow! Let’s step out of the markings at once and oink together for life!”

Sakamoto stared at the young woman in front of her with wide open eyes, she was unflinching even in her nudity. Her heart beat hard in her chest, as it hadn’t for many years. She shut her eyes, disgusted by how frail and old she had allowed herself to become.

“Fine with me too…” she finally said with a calmer voice. “You win, let’s be swine,” she began to pull down her kimono. “But you are the one that brought us here, not me, this is what YOU wanted…!”

“Cut out the pig-shit! You are the one that wanted to settle this in the Mud Heaven like the good old hog you are!”

“What insanity are you babbling now? You are the one who requested our meeting here!”

Xing crossed her arms.

“I did not!”

Sakamoto stopped with her butt out.

“That’s… impossible…” she mumbled.

Laughter.

“Fufufufufufufu!”

The Warden’s laughter, she even clapped a couple of times.

“You truly are incredible, Akaryu Xingshi!” she chuckled, cheerfully. “You transformed them all into fish? Astounding! I have to thank you, you’ve saved me a lot of work with that one!”

“Big-titted-moron…” mumbled Xing.

“My plan was to make both of you end up in the sty, but you have impressed me!”

“This is outrageous!” cried Sakamoto. “What’s the meaning of this defiling of the code?! Who are you?!”

The Warden looked at Sakamoto from behind her face-covering straw-hat, her voice sounding way less friendly.

“I’m a Warden, old hog, I have no name, just like you. That’s the code, that’s the tradition.”

Xing pointed at the Warden.

“Be done with the pedantry and explain yourself!”

“Do you know how Wardens become Wardens, Xing-chan?”

Xing lowered her arm.

“No clue.”

“Any woman born in the coven that can’t perform the arknae without aid will be sent  for Warden-hood, stripped of her past or future, to live serving the yakuza.”

“So who are you?”

“I am your sister, Xing-chan.”

“Uh?”

“I am Lady Hayate's biological daughter.”

“Oh…! Oh…” Xing paused for a moment. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Do what, sis?”

“Make a sow out of aunty?”

“I did, yes. I can still hear her squealing voice echoing around these walls,” the Warden cocked her head. “Are you mad about that?”

Xing shook her head.

“No, I’m not. That mess… It was my fault, but it was also her decision to take the blame. At this point, disrespecting that would be an insult, both for the woman she was and the pig she became. I will never be able to repay her, but I can at least pay her that respect. Did she go with some grace down onto all fours?”

“Of all the yakuza I have seen become swine, my mother was the most dignified of the sows, you’ve seen her in the mud, she was born for it.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Sis, do not commit the mistake of idolising her. It was thanks to that bank incident you got involved with that I found out that she was my mother, but when we met here and I told her who I was and what my plan was, she just took her clothes off and oinked. Her, every leading yakuza, this pathetic old hog in front of us… They are all the same, their code, their traditions, that’s all they care for, be the world damned.”

“You have no right, you treacherous weasel! Our code exists for a reason!” shouted Sakamoto. “Look at what you've done! Your actions are a demonstration of why Warden-hood is necessary! Power has to be kept in control to keep the peace! Sacrifices must be made!”

“But sacrifices are conveniently always for others to make, aren't they?”

“You know nothing!”

“I know enough! I wanted a mother! A childhood! You took that from me! You and the Seven Goddess of Luck, bablering despot hags bloated in greed! Look at what YOU have done! All the lives you have ruined! And know it has been for nothing, you are going to pass the rest of your miserable existance with your trotters deep in the mud, watching impotently how the yakuza gets destroyed while a boar fucks you down as the hog you are!”

“I will not allow it!”

Sakamoto’s nails and back tattoo glowed green, her circle began to burn quicker.

In an instant her neck sprung forward, stretching to inhuman lengths, sending her head flying like a rocket as her mouth opened monstrously wide. She collided with the Warden’s leg and bit it down with fangs and rage.

The Warden screamed in pain, a red stain formed in the fabric of her white kimono, her hat fell off.

Her black hair was shaved short.

Xing realised that the Warden had Hayate’s eyes.

“Let me go! Let me go!” cried the Warden, struggling to shake Sakamoto off. “You are a pig! You are nothing but a pig!”

Sakamato’s assault wasn’t stopped by the Warden’s hits, she bit down more viciously and she wouldn’t have stopped if it wasn’t for the ritual she was bound to. As she snarled on the Warden’s leg her head quickly changed into that of a black pig.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” screamed the Warden as fangs became tusks inside her flesh, she grabbed Sakamoto’s head, the circle around her seat glowed white. “Pig! PIG! That’s all you are!”

The head of the Hebimori matriarch mutated into the porcine, she lost her hair, became covered in black fur, her eyes became dull, her ears expanded like bat-wings… a very angry grunting hog.

It was when the skull cracked, pushing into a full snout that her tusks lost their grip and the arknae she was consuming to stretch her neck flickered.

Her neck sprang back into her body.

“GEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH!” she squealed all the way back.

Inside her almost gone markings she continued squealing in impotent frustration. A naked mature woman with the head of a black pig.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEIH! EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!”

In the same way that Xing’s arms had a while back the humanity of Sakamoto’s head was restored, she was left panting on the floor, grabbing her neck, blood dripping from her mouth.

The Warden tried to get up, but her injured leg forced her to sit back.

“Stupid old-ass pig!” she yelled, holding her hurt limb. “Do you see, sister? Always the code this, the code that, but once she realised she was the loser for once she attacks even in this so-called sacred heaven that is supposed to not know violence! Attacks like the ravaging swine she is on the inside! But this is her end and our beginning!” the Warden smiled at Xing. “You and me, sis, let this be our beginning, you and me, Akaryu Xingshi! We will destroy the yakuza… and become the new rulers!”

Xing eyelids narrowed.

Sakamoto coughed, almost sobbing.

“Please… Make me a sow, make me a sow… but not my coven… leave my girls…” she whispered.

Xing bit her lips…

And shouted loudly.

Screaming in rage she jumped forward and landed right out of her markings, between Sakamoto and the Warden. Her eyes and her nails glowing red.

Both the Warden and Sakamoto were surprised by that sudden impulsive act.

“What are you doing!” cried the Warden not believing what her eyes were telling her.

Sakamoto stared at Xing’s rear with her mouth open, a tail sprouted and curled above those firm buttocks.

“OLD HOG!” yelled Xing as her ears stretched and her nose rounded. “OINK! This changes nothing, pick my slag or let’s go to the mud, it’s up to you!”

Flaring her red glow she gave a step towards the Warden, nipples growing under her breasts. Sakamoto reacted, leaning forward she put her fingers over her markings and ignited her arknae.

Closing her eyes she concentrated.

In the darkness was a bright red flame in front of her.

“Goddess, give me strength…!” she groaned between her clenched teeth whilst tusks sharpened against her lips.

The tail receded back into Xing’s ass… only for Sakamoto to feel it growing from her own butt. She began to soak the changes into her own flesh. After the tail grew in her arse her butt-cheeks expanded - wide and porcine, exposing her anus, she grunted.

Xing kept walking towards the Warden, with stoic determination,one step at the time, her magic focused on combating the rule of the ritual. When the porcine features appeared in her body, Sakamoto sucked it towards her flesh.

The Warden shook her head.

“No, no, no! You stupid swine!” she shouted. “You idiot sows! You only had to stand and wait! Why are you doing this?! Some twisted sense of pride?! You two deserve each other! Deserve the sty! Pigs! NOTHING BUT PIGS!”

Enraged she put her hands on her marking, the ritual magic flared into dancing whites and blacks.

A backlash hit Xing right in the chest, she was about to fall down… down onto all fours… but at the last moment her feet landed firmly, she snorted and kept walking.

“Stop! STOP! Stupid! Moron! Get down on your hooves!” The Warden cried, watching Xing’s flesh fluctuate between woman and sow.

The flickering magic roared in the air.

Flashing between forms, Xing was a very angry yakuza witch with glowing red eyes  one moment and an avatar of the pig-woman statue behind the Warden the next.

Sakamoto’s back trotters slid on the floor as her legs shrunk, her lower body was entirely that of the fat female black sow magic had dictated her to be.

Her back bowing, her neck bloating and shortening.

Her markings were almost gone.

If she was to transform completely, even if Xing managed to overpower the ritual rule, her future would remain pork.

“Xingiiiii! XIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINSHIIIIIiiiIIK!” squealed the matriarch in despair.

Xing stepped inside the Warden’s ritual markings.

“Why don't you stop!” the Warden carried on crying. “Don’t get any closer! Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t touch me, pig!”

Xing stretched out her arms and grabbed the Warden’s kimono, then with a single pull tore it apart. The Warden’s plentiful boobs bounced free, large soft spheres with equally large areolas topped with inverted nipples.

“Bare your chest, sister!” gasped Xing. “Your tits are awesome, you're sure gonna make a prize breeding sow!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Xing kissed the Warden, silencing her scream.

The Warden’s pupils dilated.

She fell naked into the dark void, fell and fell until she landed butt first on a floor of soft mud. She splashed and sank, sank and sank until she was gone, her breasts the last thing to disappear.

The mud’s surface remained still for an instant.

With a powerful squeal a large sow emerged from the sludge, covered in mud, squealing loudly beyond the void.

In the room, what was left of the markings burned off simultaneously in large flames of red, green, black and white. Everything abruptly returned to calmness, as if the raging action of the last few minutes hadn’t happened at all.

The three women, or mostly women, were left panting.

The Warden sobbing on her pants.

Xing checked her body was human again just in time to see and touch the nipples disappearing from under one of her breasts. She smirked and looked back at Sakamoto.

“Hey, granny hog, still human?”

She saw Sakamoto, fat and bloated, laying on the floor on her side, only missing a litter of piglets suckling her many teats. A black sow with snakes adorning her back, the only remnant of the woman was a vaguely human face on the pig’s head.

Far away from her usual upright dignified persona.

“Oink… Grunt…!” gasped Sakamoto, exhausted, as her body gradually changed back into humanhood.

“You didn’t change all the way? Sad, the form sure fits you!”

Sakamoto touched the pair of woman’s tits swelling above her rows of teats with her trotters.

“Go to heeeeeeeeell… sassyyyyyy iiiiidioink!” was her answer.

Xing chuckled and focussed her attention back on the Warden.

Any pretension of villainy in the Warden was gone, she was whimpering over her boobs with her head down.

“What’s up, sister?” Xing asked her. “Ready for the sty?”

“Why…? Whyyyy?!” she whined, lifting her tearstained face. “Whyyyy couldn’t you just stand asiiideeee?! We have alreadyyy won!”

Pointy tusks had come out from between her lips, her nose was starting to flatten and turn upright, thanks to her shaved hair the gradual stretching of her ears was plainly evident as they became wide and floppy.

Xing's stoic expression didn't change.

“I’m not gonna scheme to get what I want.”

The Warden shook her head, causing her ears to flap.

“You are stupiiiiiiid… if you thiiiiink you can OINK put down the yakuza by strength you are delusional!”

“Eh… That’s what your mother told me… Yet you are the one joining her today.”

“You’re gonna wasteee your existenceees! Weeeeeh could had doneeee iiiiiit together… Now… Noik I’m just a piiiiiiiiiig!”

Xing snapped, she grabbed the Warden’s kimono and ripped off what was left, then made the Warden stand naked, putting her hands on her shoulders. The Warden shook, her face adorned by porcine features, beneath her large boobs a pair of nipples had sprouted, a curly tail twisting from her rear, her belly swelling above her shaved crotch.

“You tried, you fought and you lost, there’s no shame in that!” Xing told her, staring directly into her watery eyes. “Don’t whine, squeal with pride! I will carry out your will, sister, you can be sure of that!”

But the Warden couldn’t contain her tears, snot dripping from her rounded snout.

“Iiiidiot! Damn iIIIIiidiot! IIIIIDIONK! OINK! GRUNT! GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

Squealing like swine, the Warden jerked forward as more teats grew on her chest and a black spot appeared in her forehead, and her wounded leg would have made her drop onto all fours, but Xing was there to hold her up.

“Let me help you to the sty.”

The Warden oinked and nodded.

Xing began to carry the transforming pig-woman towards the exit, she accidentally kicked her pipe in the process.

“Are you coming, granny hog?” she asked Sakamoto when they passed her.

Sakamoto was back in her fully human form, her piggy ass having finished re-humanizing a moment before. She also nodded, grabbed her katana, and followed the other two leaving her clothes behind.

Xing opened the doors of the ritual room with a kick and helped the Warden climb down the stairs. The warden grunted with each step, her arse was expanding, buttocks spreading to expose a swollen anus and her cunt, bloated and leathery, sliding closer to that butthole.

“Fuuuuck…! Fooooink! Am soooink hornnnyyyy…” she babbled, her face had slightly started to push into a snout shape.

“We are almost there,” Xing mumbled, giving her spreading back a soft pat.

Xing could feel against her skin how the Warden’s lost some of his softness whilst turning pinkish, the weight of the pig-woman increased as she became shorter than her, but that didn’t make it any more difficult for her to carry on.

As the rows of teats finished forming down her inflated belly the original pair began to deflate, losing their feminine grace. The Warden’s back bowed forward, limbs began to shorten, toes and fingers to lose dexterity, neck stiff in line with her spine.

The three of them stopped a moment when they saw, at the entrance of the sty, that the rest of compound Warden’s had gathered. A dozen or so women in white kimonos, nameless, faceless, with their heads hidden by straw-hats.

They bowed with respect and opened a path to allow Xing, Sakamoto and the soon-to-be sow pass, each of them silently kneeling with reverence for their transforming sister, some even softly rubbing her side, as she was led to the mud.

“Akaryyyyu XingshiiiIIIiik!” the Warden was way more pig than woman when they stopped before the sty’s entrance, on the other side the spotted sow with the torii gate on her back was waiting for them. “I wiiiiish… I wiiiiiish weeeeeeeik were goink the chanceeeesh to really beeeeee sishteeeeeeeeeersh…”

Xing shook her head annoyed.

“Don’t say stupid crap like that!” she said firmly. “Tch! A yakuza only loses when they accept defeat!”

“Oink…!”

The Warden couldn’t hold up any longer, not even with Xing’s help. She slipped and fell forward and landed on four sturdy trotters. She grunted, squealed and oinked as the few last remains of her humanity were claimed by the sow.

Bloated pink.

Four legs so short that her many teats almost touched the ground.

Her neck cracking, retracting back in line with her quadrupedal spine.

A female pig was all that remained, not as large as her mother, but still big and plump, with a single black spot on her forehead. The only one in the Mud Heaven without ink on her back.

One of the Warden’s opened the gate to the sty.

The young sow looked back at Xing.

“Go on, nothing to be ashamed of, enjoy yourself…” mumbled Xing, gently patting her round snout.

No longer bound by duty the new pig entered the sty, her hooves sank in the mud and she was greeted by her porcine mother. There was a moment of hesitation on the part of the youngster, but it didn’t last long and soon both pigs were meeting and rubbing against each other.

The Wardens watched the scene of porcine fondness from behind the fence.

Sakamoto and Xing were witnessing the scene too, standing at each other's side, nude, sweaty and dishevelled, Sakamoto carrying her katana near her chest.

“Like mother, like daughter,” muttered Sakamoto with a detached tone.

Xing chuckled.

“You sound envious, granny hog. Maybe you should join them, you're still in time!”

The old witch closed her eyes, breathed deeply… the mud smelt fresh, it was magical after all, the grunting of the socialising sows rang in her ears…

“You are right,” she declared finally. “I am and I’m going to”

“What?”

They looked at each other.

“You have defeated me, Akaryu Xingshi.”

“Is your brain still half-bacon or something?!”

Sakamoto gazed around at the silent Wardens.

“My blood daughter… She serves here, in the Mud Heaven.”

“Uh…?”

“She was made a Warden because she lacked talent. I don’t even know who she is, how she looks… I don’t deserve to be her mother and after today… I don’t want to carry on pretending to be a person.”

“This isn’t funny, hag!”

The matriarch put her katana between Xing’s breasts.

“Take it, it’s yours, I don’t have any use for it, my hands are hooves.”

“What about your stupid apprentices?!”

Sakamoto smirked fondly.

“You were right about that too, I guess, my hatchlings can’t live under my shadow forever.”

Eye to eye, both women looked at each other and Xing realised there was no doubt in Sakamoto’s sighs. She grabbed the katana.

“I don’t accept this…!” she growled between her clenched teeth.

Sakamoto let go of the weapon.

“Good, that’s my last lesson, to you, to my coven. Yakuza, witch… it doesn’t matter, you have to learn that you will not always get what you want in life, nor can you know what you may end up wanting.”

Xing tried to think of something to say, but Sakamoto had already taken a step back… towards the sty.

“Wardens, don’t close the sty, this old hog is still out!” the matriarch shouted.

The Wardens whispered among themselves.

“Are you certain, Lady Benten Sakamoto?” one of them asked after a while. “You may want to reconsider…”

“Pigs have no need for brainy thoughts,” Sakamoto interrupted with her last ounce of authority. “Just make sure to feed and breed me well, that is my purpose.”

The Warden nodded.

“Then, you are welcome to the Mud Heaven, old breeding hog, it’s where you belong.”

With that Sakamoto’s fate was sealed, the Warden’s slowly began to surround her, making a circle with enough space for her to transform.

Xing’s fist was trembling, she pointed at the naked old woman with the katanga.

“Are you doing this just to upstage me, hog?!” she screamed.

Sakamoto smiled back at her.

“Perhaps, what else can an old hog like me do? If you hadn’t been here today this would have been my certain fate, I’m just accepting it,” she shrugged without any concern. “Please, be a sport and tell my coven that I’m sorry I was just like a pig.”

“Maybe I will throw them all into a river! How about that?!”

“That’s between you and them,” Sakamoto’s head was surrounded by the circle of straw-hats. “Akaryu Xingshi… My only shame is I’m not going to be a woman to see that koi on your back become a dragon…”

Xing bit her lips.

The Wardens grabbed their hands, closing the circle, and began the chant.

Piggy features grew back onto Sakamoto’s  face, this time to stay. She squealed aloud and changed, she bent forwards and disappeared from sight never to be seen again as a woman.

The chant concluded.

The Wardens moved, in the centre of the circle was a black sow with a peaceful expression and snakes on her back. Xing starred as one of the Wardens knelt in front of the female beast to pet her big head, she kept watching as the old hog was swiftly and gently led to the sty to live with her sisterhood brood.

To the Mud Heaven.

…

The sky was orange when the compound doors opened again.

Yuki, who had been waiting tensely with the rest of the Hebimori coven around the black car, was the first to react. She ran to the doors… and froze…

Akaryu Xingshi was the one to step out of the compound, the top of her kimono wrapped around her waist, her chest naked and carrying the Hebimori on her shoulders.

Xing yawned, scratched her tits.

“I need a bath…” she said and began to walk towards her bike.

Yuki’s mouth hung slightly open, she waited for Sakamoto to come out of the compound, but the doors just closed shortly after Xing left it.

“No…” she gasped. “No!” the witch stood blocking Xing’s path. “What’s the meaning of this?! What did you do, ogre?! Where’s onee-sama?!”

Xing raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, are you dense? Do you need three guesses? Where do you think she is if she isn’t here? She lost, she’s a sow, in the sty, with the other pigs, where she belongs,” Xing sighed and kept moving, hitting Yuki’s shoulder with hers.

Yuki shook her head.

“That’s not possible!” she grabbed Xing’s arm and pulled. “You're lying!”

Quick to anger, Xing confronted Yuki face to face.

“You want a fight?!” Xing stopped herself when she saw Yuki’s tearful eyes, she twitched her lips, annoyed. “I don’t make the rules and you folks get mad if I break them, your hag was a hog, if you wanna know more go ask the Wardens, I’m leaving,” the witch realised something, her eyebrows rose, then her eyes narrowed and she moved closer to Yuki’s face. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before? Wait… Aren’t you an idol or some pigshit like that?”

Yuki blushed instantly.

“Wha…! No…!”

Xing took advantage of that moment to shake her off, making Yuki fall down on her butt. As the rest of the Hebimori witches approached when Yuki fell, ready to defend their coven sister, Xing hung her katana from her bike’s saddle and climbed onto the saddle.

“What will happen to our coven…!” Yuki asked, staring at the koi carp tattoo on the wide woman's back.

The witch on the bike shrugged, not looking back.

“Not my problem,” she started the engine, remaining still for a moment as the engine roared. “The hog granny… she said she was sorry she was just a pig…”

Xing hit the throttle, the wheels spun leaving a cloud of dust.

The Hebimori coven, gripped by uncertainty, just watched the koi witch ride over the slope in the road and disappear into the light of sunset.

At the other side of the compound’s walls the sows oinked happily in their Mud Heaven.