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CHAPTER 6:
A WALK IN THE PARK

Fifi le Fume.
A pretty girl by most standards, she possessed a precocious curvaceousness that rivalled girls well into their teens and was as friendly as girls came. Always greeting with a wave and a smile any who looked her way while, and to those who said ‘Hello’ she gave lively “Bonjour!”. She was friendly in other ways too. The stories that were whispered about her were fit for Penthouse magazine. They were lies and exaggerations most of them, but never far from the truth. Fifi was that kind of girl, and she was proud of it.
Unfortunately, she also happened to be a skunk.
It was hard to say whether that cruel joke of fate was aimed at Fifi or every boy, and a few of the girls, on campus. The hotter the passion of her amour grew so did the toxic potency of her odour. Few were the boys that could withstand more than a loving hug before oxygen deprivation took its toll. She was not unaware of this quirk either though she often feigned ignorance. It was why one of her dating rules was ‘no masks or nose clips’. Fifi was no fool. She knew exactly how boys saw her and though she welcomed such attentions, she saw to it they earned their dalliance in paradise.
At times she had suitors by the dozens, other times she was given wide berth.
The prom came during one of the longer dearths. For a while it seemed she have to bear the humiliation of having no date. Then out of the blue Hampton asked her out. It was unexpected to say the least; not his feelings towards her but that he mustered the courage to actually open his mouth.
For the entire night the shy little piglet was the perfect gentleman—barring a few incidents with Mitzi. He didn’t hold his breath, he actually noticed her eyes, and he talked more than he leered. Even when they danced he didn’t try to ‘cop a feel’ as they say and the walk home saw no change in this excellent behaviour.
Fifi was impressed.
She knew exactly what sort of thoughts were lurking in Hampton’s mind. She knew that were he a braver or bolder boy the night would be very different. Normally she would leave it at, faint heart never won fair lady and all that, but tonight she decided to give Hampton a chance to speak his mind. He deserved it.
As they neared the junkyard she called home, Fifi made her move.
“Hampton. Could I ask you un petite favour?” she asked with a playful flutter of her lashes..
“S-S-Sure Fifi. Anything.” he replied, eager to please.
“I am not quite ready to go home yet.” she said before pointing in the direction of the park. ”A moonlight walk would be nicer I think.”
“Oh. Okay. I don’t have a curfew.” he said.
And so arm-in-arm, they made their way for the park.
[SCENE WIPE TO PARK]
It truly was a perfect night for a stroll. The moon was full, the breeze was mild and cool, and not a cloud to be seen. It was quiet too. It was easy to imagine themselves as the only beings in the world. The only sound to be heard was that of their own voices.
“Really Fifi? You’re not kidding are you?” said Hampton.
Fifi tittered before replying. “It iz all truth.”
“Wow. I would have never guessed you knew Arnolda. The two of you don’t seem to have much in common. A-at least on the outside.” the little pig hastily added the last part.
“We have more in common zan you you think. We are both part of ze exchange programme. We are both in Mademoiselle Roccoco’s ballet class. And,” she paused and delighted Hampton with a playful swat with her luxuriant tail, “We both love ze ‘Rocky Road’ ice-cream.”
“B-But Plucky said he saw—”
Fifi gave casual flick of her wrist, “Oh zat. She likes to use ze strap-on.”
“So she, er, you know. Prefers other girls?”
Fifi shook her head, “She, how you say, plays both teams.” She then poked Hampton playfully, “You have many questions about Arnolda. If you want Fifi could put in a good word for you.”
It was adorable the way Hampton shook his head and blushed at the same time. Whatever else she’d done, the idea was sown.
Hampton emphatically shook his head, “No! Just , still have a hard time believing she’s really a girl.”
“I have been in the changing room with her. She is all girl.”
“Lucky her…I mean I er…”
Fifi laughed. It was the most direct Hampton had been about his desires all evening. It also gave her the perfect segway jsut as a nearby bench provided the perfect locale. Merrily she skipped her way over and settled herself in proper lady-like fashion. Hampton followed, seating himself a comfortable arms length from her while he twiddled his thumbs. Fifi would have none of that.
With a gentle whoosh and she had the piglet ensnared with her tail, holding him in place while she pushed herself closer to him.
“Hampton…” she cooed, letting her breath tickle his ear.
The poor pig was outright twitterpated. Forget feeling or hearing, FIfi could see his heart practically pounding it’s way out of his chest. Long gone was the Hamton’s ability to form coherent words, let alone full sentences; no doubt a side-effect of the blood rushing from the brain, and she could plainly see just where it was all rushing to.
She didn’t mind. Hampton deserved as much. She placed a hand on his trembling leg and gently brushed upwards towards the bulge in his pants.
“W-wait. I-I…” he Hamton said in a feeble protest.
She simply locked her sultry gaze upon him, “Hampton,” she whispered, “You have been ze perfect gentleman all evening and you ‘ave made zis one of ze happiest nights of my life. I think you deserve a reward. Non?” Her hand brushed the plump bulge in the front of his pant and deft fingers took hold of the zipper’s metal tab when suddenly….
“Fifi wait!” Hamton cried out, “I don’t care about the Bet. I-I just really like you.”
Fifi, giggled and nuzzled Hampton’s cheek as she slowly teased the zipper down. “I can tell.” then something clicked in her mind, “Wait. What is zis bet?”
“I-Er- There’s no bet, heh heh.” he said. He was a terrible liar.
[***]
She already had an idea of what the pig was talking about. It would hardly surprise her if the boys had a betting pool going to see who would ‘get lucky’. She was, after all, no fool and for the briefest of moments anger flared in her heart but quickly died. She only had to remind herself of how Hamton had behaved, that he was resisting her advances in spite of how much he obviously yearned for her to continue.
This of course left many questions, and Fifi knew just how to get her way with boys.

“Hampton…” she cooed as she leaned forward, knowing full well just how much of her bosom the little pig was seeing. “Eeet iz not good to be hiding things from your date.”
“Fifi please. I can’t-”
With fluid motion Fifi slid herself into his lap and sat astride his hips in a most unladylike fashion. “Are you going to tell me or iz Fifi going to have to ‘Ask nicely’.”
Most boys had dreams of her persuasive techniques and they were invariably wet. Hamton was no different, but unlike others he did not even try to be tight-lipped. It was almost disappointing for Fifi.
“O-Okay I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” he said just as she had gotten herself comfortable. “Plucky and Buster heard that Babs and Shirley had a bet going to see which of them would have the most after-prom ‘fun’.”
Now that was a surprise. But it did explain the air of tension between her two best pals the whole evening.
“Oh? Est-ce vrai?" she whispered, batting her long lashes as she leand closer. all but smothering Hamton in her cleavage.
Hamton nodded, gently jostling her breasts even as his face became redder than the dress she wore. “I’m sorry. Buster and Plucky made me swear not to tell that they, er, we knew about the bet you three had going.”
Fifi could only laugh as she playfully wiggled her hips against Hamton. The lacy panties she wore did nothing the mute the bulge of Hampton’s erection.
“I see. I was not included in zis bet. I will have stern words with mes amis tomorrow. But for now.” she tickled her porcine prisoner’s ears with the tip of her tail. “It seems you are to be ze lucky one tonight, non? Tell Fifi what she can do for you. Tell her what you would like to do to her.”
Hampton could do little more than babble incoherently, but Fifi knew what sort unspoken thoughts on the pig’s mind and was more than happy to offer suggestions.
First, she brushed her gloved hand against his cheek, letting him feel the satin as she whispered, “Would you like Fifi to squeeze it with her soft hands? You shiver so much ma petite saucisse d'amour rose. Would you like her to stroke it to keep you warm?”
Then, she slowly rocked her hips against his lap, “Perhaps mon timide petit porcin prefers to watch. Fifi knows many dances. Both in and out of ze lap. Maybe you would like to watch her peel away each layer of her dress.”
Next she brought her lips to his heated cheek, “Oh I know. Un garçon si méchant que tu es,” she giggled, “You want Fifi to feel Fifi’s lips non? Or perhaps you want to know ze many things she can do wither her tongue.”
Finally, when she felt the last thread of his self-control and sanity begin to fray, she whispered, “If you ask, Fifi will let you put eet anywhere you want.” she leaned, close, nose to snout, her purple eyes locked with his and repeated in a low dulcet tone as her loins pressed down against the bare throbbing erection beneath her. “An-nee-where.”
“Stooooop!” Hamton suddenly screamed, and she did indeed stop more out of surprise than anything else.
She waited most patiently while her fluster paramour caught his breath and regained his senses. Not even the slightest twitch from her hips or flick of her tail did she allow. She would respect Hamton’s request, for she sensed there was more he wished to say.
After a minute of waiting the little piglet had calmed himself enough to remember how to make proper sentences and he spoke, “Fifi please. I-I really like you. I’d like all those things you mentioned but. But I don’t want my first real date to be remembered for that.”
It was rare for Fifi to be shocked but here in the park, under the full moon, Hamton had done just that. Such a romantic this pig. She could certainly get used to a boy like that. Even if he had no stripe, or soft fluffy tail. But she would not let him get away so easily. No. She would hear the words from his lips.
“Well, say what you want Hamton. You have only to ask and Fifi will make eet happen.” she said, almost daring him.
“C-Can we-Can we just sit here and, you know, watch the stars and talk?” he replied. Much to Fifi’s delight.
In her entire life, in all the dates she’d been on, this was truly a first. A boy that did not want to grope, fondle, or kiss her. A boy that was not trying to run from her. A boy whose only desire was to create a special memory with her.
How could she say ‘No’? How could she deny such a request when she herself had for so long dreamt that very thing.
“Oh Hampton!” she said as she threw her arms about him and squeezed with all her not insignificant strength. She was no Elmyra but she was not far from the mark; Hamton’s face went from cherry to blueberry and for once in Fifi’s life this change in colour had nothing to do with her odour du amore, which had already decimated every plant within ten feet of the bench.
“As you wish mon mignon porc rôti de passion.” she said.
First she gingerly eased herself out of his lap but not without a last wiggle—there were limits to her good behaviour. Then Fifi, being the thoughtful and considerate girl she was, helped him get tucked back into his pants and zipped up, though here too she could not help taking just a bit longer than needed.
Hamton squirmed and panted, but he did not complain. He trusted her to be as good as her word, and so she was.
For the next hour they sat under the stars; talking, laughing and occasionally cuddling. It was not how Fifi imagined she would be spending her prom night, but it was in its own way how she dreamed she would. Of all the boys in Acme Acres she would have never guessed it would be the shy, pudgy, piglet that was Hamton would be the one to grant her desires. It was as Balzac said: "L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient."

[SCENE FADE TO THE PATH BY THE JUNKYARD]

The moon was just shy of its apex, Hampton finally said goodbye to Fifi at the door of the old pink Cadillac she had converted to a modest apartment. She kissed him good-night, though he did not ask and parted with a dreamy “Bonne nuit ma petite saucisse mignonne de romance.”
So ended Fifi’s night. She would sleep well and dream not of the things she did not do but of the wonderful experience she shared.
[SCENE DISSOLVE TO PRESENT]
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