Chapter 1 - A Sow's Home

 Sansa could hear the bells ringing at her back as she rushed down the stairs along with Ser Dontos. Joffrey was dead. After all that time spent suffering at his hands, after all the cruelty he imposed upon her family… Was it the Seven that did it? Was this justice? 

“Come, my lady, come!” Ser Dontos kept saying, his rough fingers scraping against her small pale hands as he dragged her along. “There’s not much time!” 

 Though her noble silks were hidden under a ragged cloak, there wasn’t much chance the commoners wouldn’t recognize her or Ser Dontos. The fat fool was leading her away to safety, or so he said; though there was no reason to trust him, there was no other place for her to go. With Geoffrey dead, perhaps this could soon be over. All the Lannisters might be dead by nightfall, she told herself, though it sounded too hopeful even for the mind of a little dove such as herself. 

 People were starting to come out of their houses, hearing the sound of bells ringing down from the hills, wondering what had happened. They were not even halfway to the city wall when people started screeching in the streets. “The king is dead! King Joffrey is dead!”

 What shocked the young redhead most was their reaction. She assumed that people would have celebrated the death of such an ignominious child tyrant. Instead, Sansa's mind reeled as she saw them dropping to their knees and beating their chests, crying for the loss.

“Is this some sort of jest?” she asked. “They mourn for him?” 

“Would you wish to be seen celebrating while the Lannisters are in the city?” said Ser Dontos. “Do not think of it, my lady. This will soon be over.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“Think of the most beautiful place you can. That is where you are going.” 

 If that was meant to be reassuring, then Ser Dontos was truly a fool, since it only raised her suspicions that much more. Should I run away from him? For all she knew, he might have been taking her somewhere far worse than this. There was no reason to trust him if he would not tell her anything. 

 And yet, she wanted to believe him. The most beautiful place I can imagine… Though Shae had told her plenty of stories about what lands lay beyond the Narrow Sea, the only thing Sansa wanted was to go home. Winterfell was the most beautiful place she could imagine. 

 Because it was home.

 As they came closer to the wall, the possibility of never seeing home again because of where she was being taken made her turn sour. She stopped in her tracks and snatched her hand away from Ser Dontos. “You will tell me where we are going. Now. Or I shall follow you no longer.” 

 Ser Dontos’s face went pale as he sought the right words. “A friend is waiting for you, Lady Sansa. Please. Do not waste time! We must go now! Now!”

“What friend?! Say his name! How hard can this be?” 

 The fool appeared ready to give it up when the clatter of some armored guards could be heard coming down the street. Ser Dontos grabbed her by the arm and took her into an alley. “There!” he whispered, pointing to a niche in the wall. “Hide!” 

 Sansa did as told, and heard the scrape as he pulled some wooden crates to cover it up. Just as it was done, she could hear the guards. “You there!” Then she could make out the sound of Ser Dontos’s heavy steps as he fled, followed by the metallic torrent of the chasing guards. 

 They have not seen me, Sansa thought, relieved. 

 But how long would she have to wait there?

 

 As the dead of night settled in and people began to go into their homes, Sansa could feel the cold stone against her aching back. Ser Dontos was still not back, after all this time. Has he been captured? Is he dead? 

 Of course, there was the chance that he just took off without her. 

 At first, Sansa thought that it might be a good idea to wait for the fat fool to return. If, however, he had been captured by the Lannisters, there was the problem of his weak constitution. A man like that would not endure too much torture before giving up her location. Then they’ll come from me and take me. They’ll kill me. 

 The thought of her head being put on a pike for Cersei’s pleasure left her terrified. And given what had just happened, perhaps she would want to do far worse. I must get away from her, she decided, as if waking from a deadly slumber. 

 She pushed the crates aside and got out, then wandered the streets in search of… anything. 

 In truth, she had no inkling of where to go. There were no people she could trust, and the way up to Winterfell was far beyond her means at any rate. If by some miracle she managed to steal a horse, Sansa wasn’t even sure she could ride it, let alone find her way and survive all the way up into the North. 

 The taverns were full of warmth and merry music and appetizing smells; Sansa wished she could go inside. How many people would have recognized her anyway? A few common folk may have spotted her face from a distance, but she was not the only redhead in the world. Not to mention, these taverns by the wharfs were populated by sea creatures that likely paid little heed to the affairs of nobles. Any tales that reached this far were the exaggerated and sultry kind. 

 As she stood under the tavern window, her nose wrinkling at the smell of fresh bread, Sansa desperately wished she could go inside. I have no coin. There was never a time in her life when she needed to buy anything herself. 

 A girls cried on the other side and then some men whooped.

 I would have to sell my body. The calloused hands of sailors would be going all over her while she entertained them, much as the whores at the Red Keep did. But afterwards they might feed me and give me a place to sleep. 

 As the reality of her predicament settled in, Sansa began to weep by herself in the dark street. There was no one to help her. No one left. And now she was seriously considering becoming a whore simply to survive. This was far below her station. No Stark would ever do such a thing… 

 And I won’t either. 

 Better to die than give their enemies the satisfaction of such complete humiliation. 

 Still, she needed a place to sleep for the night. Sansa huddled in the shadow of the streets, hoping she could find a safe and warm place until morning. Then she would think of a way to go on. One day at a time…

 It all seemed completely hopeless until she stumbled upon a courtyard with wagons. Some of these uncovered and empty, while others were overburdened with apples and potatoes, to the point that she could not even clamber in. There was, however, one that offered a possibility…

 Sansa could hear the grunts as she approached; as she moved the flap of the wagon, she could see the hogs moving inside, their light bodies lit by pale moonlight. They’re only pigs… Sharing a bed with a pig was far from ideal, but at least it offered warmth and safety. Sansa could not imagine another place to hide in that the Lannisters were less likely to search. 

 A highborn lady like herself did not mingle with lowlives, and certainly not with livestock. 

 They won’t look here in a thousand years, she thought, clambering inside. 

 The pigs squealed a little as she made her way in, then they went surprisingly docile. “I won’t hurt you,” she whispered, trying to put on a friendly face. Did pigs even recognize that? 

 Though it was almost too dark to see, Sansa tried to bury herself in the hay at the bottom of the wagon, till she could feel a thick layer lying on top of her, making her snug and warm. At least, far warmer than she had been all day against those cold walls. 

 The hogs settled down too. They were out of her reach, but Sansa’s nostrils still burned from their filthy smell. The one good that came out of it was the fact that their heat carried throughout the whole wagon. Tomorrow… Tomorrow I’ll find a way back home…

 

 The next day, Sansa woke up to the wagon moving. It’s moving?! Where is it going?...

 The redhead was too terrified to get up and check for fear of revealing herself. Meanwhile, the hogs were grunting and moving all around the back, a few of them squealing and threatening to stomp over her whenever a bump in the road was hit. Sansa could hear still talking out and commotion, so she assumed they were still in King’s Landing. 

 Where is he going? 

 At some point, the wagon stopped and then a man from the front cleared his throat and spit. Sansa buried her face as he opened the wagon from the back and took out a screaming hog by force. “You weren’t joking when you said he’s big.” 

“We got the strongest hogs in all of the Seven Kingdoms,” the man said proudly.

 Sansa breathed with relief when the wagon closed up again, but it took a few more stops until it was all over. By the end, all the hogs were moved out. He’s going to see me if he cleans up the wagon… All this trouble, and they weren’t even out of King’s Landing. 

 To her surprise, the farmer never stopped to clean anything. As Sansa prepared for the worst, he could hear him talking to the guards as he slipped past the city gates and left the capital behind, with all chatter dying out and soon replaced by birds and grasshoppers as they carried on on the main dirt road. 

 I’m out! We’ve left King’s Landing! 

 Sansa was starving. But she at least needed to get out and pee. Farmers as far as she knew were simple-minded and stupid people, so she might have been able to negotiate with this one. So long as she never told him she was a Stark, it would all be fine. 

 Slowly, with a rushing heartbeat, Sansa stood up and came up to the seat of the wagon. “Excuse me, ser.” 

 The farmer took his time, then spit again and glanced behind. “The hell did you come from? How long have you been hiding there, girl?” 

 It would have been better to tell a lie. “Just now. I saw you coming up the road, and I was wondering if I could make use of your services.”

“Me services? This ain’t going nowhere but me farm, girl.” 

 Sansa tried to keep your smile. “And where is your farm? The Reach?” It was better to try and throw him off than immediately say where she was from.

“The Reach?” He snorted, then spat again. “Like hell it is. Ye can’t grow a damn thing there but flowers on that weak soil. Nay, I’m from the Vale.” 

 The Vale… at least that was on the way north. And her aunt was in the Vale. “Perhaps I could come with you the rest of the way? I could pay you back for your trouble.”

 At that the farmer suddenly whipped the horses to a halt and turned around. He lifted the drooping hat from his fat and sunburned face, looking at her through beady eyes not so different from a pig’s. His body resembled one as well, but perhaps worse, with arms so fat and so hairy that Sansa barely caught sight of the skin under the coarse black hairs. 

“Yer one of them nobleborn folk, ain’t ya’?” 

“I… am not…” 

 His hand came like a whip and slapped her face. “Ya are. I can smell it on ye. Ya gots that perfumed smell of a nobleborn.” He grinned. “Yer on the run too, I bet. Not the first nobleborn I’ve ever met. What, you on the run from your old man?” 

 Yes, that was an even better cover than what she considered. “Yes.” 

“Thought so. What for?” 

“He… hurt me.” 

 The farmer's eyes looked her up and down. “Aye, I don’t doubt that. With a pretty face like yers, it’d be hard to resist. Come on here,” he said, patting down the seat next to him.

“I better not…” What if the Lannisters saw her? 

 The farmer grabbed her roughly as he did with the hogs and brought her next to him. “Ye’ll sit right there, where I can ya. If they ask, yer my daughter, you got that?” 

 Sansa could hardly imagine this pig being her father. Lord Stark was a strong and noble man. This one resembled more a monster from a story, a combination between man and pig for the better of neither. I might have to flee him. “I understand,” she said. 





 Their journey proved more boring than challenging, with the farmer going on constantly about his farm and his hogs. “Ya won’t see pigs like these anywhere else. Some call ‘em magic and such. Big and beautiful beasts. Tasty as well. What they would do with a noble girl such as ye. I can only imagine what strong piglets they’d give.” 

 Sansa wasn’t sure she understood what she meant. Some farmers were quite superstitious when it came to the great Houses of Westeros, thinking they could cast spells and even bless people by placing their hands on them. Did this old man think that she could bless his hogs? If that’s going to be what it takes to shut him up, then I suppose there’s no other way about it. 

 The redhead noticed that the beady eyes fell on her more than once on the way. Sometime around noon it got so sunny that she decided to open up cloak and take in some of the cool breeze, only to find the farmer glancing down at her cleavage with a grin, showing no restraint whatsoever. These commoners are greater savages than the wildlings, thought the Stark, pulling the cloak tighter around herself. 

 The goal remained to escape this imbecile and his wagon, but for that to work Sansa needed a place to go. As it stood, they were only making their way through endless wilderness, with whatever villages they may have passed way out of sight. “Is there any big town on the way?” the redhead asked him. 

“Town? ‘Fraid not. I take my own special scenic route back.” 

 Then where in the Seven Hells am I to go? As time went on, Sansa began to consider vastly different alternatives, including killing him. For all she knew, he may have been taking her back to his farm only to lock her in place and rape her to death. Suddenly, the thought of Ser Dontos returned to her. Was it a mistake to take off from King’s Landing? Perhaps the old fool was still searching for her. 

“Don’t worry, girl, there’ll be a home for ya at my farm,” he told her, giving her a long and cheerful look. “Yer father will never find you there. Then, when it’s safe, ya can leave.” 

 So long as he kept his hands off of her, perhaps that wasn’t so bad. After all, where was she to go? The Wall, in search of Jon? They were not that close… If Arya were out there and alive, she would undoubtedly be hiding as well. That only left her aunt, a person Sansa knew nothing about. Who was to say Cersei wouldn’t ultimately extract her only to have Sansa brought back to King’s Landing and chained up up for daily torture? Just the thought of it made her shudder.

“Very well,” Sansa told the farmer, “I shall come with you. But lay your hands on me, and there will be a price to pay.” 

 The farmer’s hand came and landed straight on her thigh, rubbing up and down her leg. “And who’ll make me pay it, girl?” 

 Sansa blushed and lowered her head. “I will.” 

 He laughed heartily and took his hand away. “Ya should watch yer mouth, noble one. As far as I see it, you need me far more than I need ya.” 

 Unfortunately, Sansa could only concede that as the truth. Though she hoped things would never go too far… 

 

 At nightfall, the farmer took the wagon off the main road and they made camp behind the treeline. A small stream passed them right by, and as Sansa watched him make the fire and cook them food she got the impression that he must have passed by many times. Once they ate, the farmer told Sansa to get in the wagon. “Time for sleep.” 

 The redhead got a bad feeling about it as soon as he clambered in after her. She tried to lay low, away from him, but the old man followed her and set his heavyset body down right next to hers. “Time for a good night’s rest,” he said, taking her up in his arms. 

 Sansa could smell the stink of his breath and feel the heat of him against her as the fat arms held her. “Uhm…” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya safe,” he said with a snigger. “Don’t ya be running off nowhere.” 

 Thankfully, the night passed by uneventfully and Sansa woke up the next day alone in the wagon and unmolested. As she stepped out, she saw the farmer’s disgusting and naked body before her, dripping wet. “You go wash yerself by the stream and eat up. We’re heading out soon. Best be getting on with it.” 

 The casual way in which he exposed himself to her eyes left the Stark speechless. Is this how these farmers behave? What subhumans… 

 She went over to the stream and wet her palm with some water, then ran it under her armpits. “Ya call that washing?” cried the farmer. “Here, I’ll show ye how to do it.” 

“No, stop…” mumbled Sansa, but too late. The chubby fingers were already undoing her cloak and stripping the dress and undergarments from her. The young redhead blushed as she realized her nubile body was being put in the open for these dirty eyes. As the cool morning air passed over her pink little nipples and inner thighs, she just closed her eyes and tried to think of being anywhere else. This will be over soon, she promised herself. 

 The naked farmer brought over her beautiful body to the stream and splashed it. Sansa cried out from the icy water, but his warm hands were soon going all over her, washing her up and making the young virgin body glisten in the golden rays of the sun. 

“My, but yer such a looker,” said the farmer, rubbing his palm across her chest. His hairy fingers moved everywhere, and soon made it all the way down to her ass, kneading the plump butt as he washed it. “Ya a virgin?”

“Yes,” said Sansa harshly. “And the Gods would drag you to hell if you were ever to take that away the honor of taking me for the first time from my future husband.” 

“Perhaps I could be yer future husband.” He grinned, then laughed gutturally. “Calm yerself.” 

 Once he was done moving his hands over every inch of her body, he stepped back, his cock fully erect and smiled. “Now yer clean.” 

 Despite the trauma of it all, Sansa was glad that it only ended at that. He did not try to take her. I can endure this. I’ve endured worse from Joffrey… At the very least, these humiliations were endured in the middle of nowhere, only before the eyes of a farmer that knew not who she was, and who no respectful person would ever believe. Joffrey’s torments were meant to primarily bring public humiliation. 

 It went on this way for a few more days, as they made their way towards the farmer’s home. Sansa still hoped there would be a better place for her to go, that some outstanding idea would come to her mind, but none did. As for the farmer, he limited himself and his perverse instincts to watching her naked body, occasionally touching it, and nothing more. Though Sansa sensed he was as dirty as could be, he at least seemed to understand that a noble such as herself was meant for greater things. 

 Things took a decisive turn when a group of Lannister soldiers came up behind them, inquiring as to her identity. “And who is this?” 

“This is me daughter!” 

“Is that so?” 

“Who the hell else would she be?” 

 The Lannister came closer to Sansa and peered at her. “Lady Stark has escaped King’s Landing and we are to find her.” 

“This ain’t no goddamned Lady Stark.” 

“Fine dress for a farmer’s daughter,” said the soldier, tugging at her cloak to get a look at the outfit under it. 

 I shouldn’t have worn this, thought Sansa, panicked that this might be the end. 

 Squinting, the farmer found one of the men in the back. “I know ya, don’t I? Yer mum buys me pigs, don’t she?” All eyes turned to the one in the back. “This is me daughter, Larysa. Yer mum can guarantee the fact.” 

“And yet she resembles Lady Sansa,” said the suspicious Lannister at the front.

“I thought Lady Sansa was to be some great beauty. Yer saying that me Larysa is such a great beauty as that? Look at her. The girl’s barely got tits on her yet. This ain’t your lady, good ser.” 

“Ser, I think he’s right,” said the one at the back. “I do know this man. He’s always been honest with his business. And he’s a breeder of some renown.” 

 The skeptical Lannister relented. “Very well. So be it. Apologies for the inconvenience, my good man.” 

 Sansa’s heart nearly exploded during the questioning, and the sight of the soldiers mounting off and leaving left her deathly pale. That was far too close for comfort. They know I’ve escaped. And Cersei wants me back… 

“Well, girl, aren’t ya an unfortunate one. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have been dragged away and raped or worse.” Sansa was confused. Did he… “This Lady Sansa must be quite a character to kill the king with that Imp. Ya ever met her?”

 Calming down and happy to witness his ignorance, Sansa shook her head and sighed. “No. My family is not so well-connected.” 

“I figured. I bet yer family ain’t that good either. You’ll see me farm. Better than any local lord’s estate, let me tell ya. The only thing makes them better than us is their damn titles. But me pigs will get me there sooner or later. Greatest in all of Westeros. What lord can say that, eh?” 





 Sansa thought him to be bluffing, especially once they closed in on their destination. The farmer started taking the wagon through some switchback paths that seemed to be going nowhere at all. If his farm existed, it must have been completely isolated from most of the Vale. Though perhaps that’s a good thing… 

 Then, one day near the evening, Sansa saw a massive building in the distance. Kids ran around the wagon as they approached the farmstead, a home that dwarfed any of the farmer residences Sansa remembered seeing at home. And in the distance, around the large house, she could see some pens covered up with intricately carved roofs.

“Those are me stys. Seven stys for the seven kingdoms,” he said. “Ain’t they a beauty?” 

 As they got closer, Sansa’s nose wrinkled up. Though the air was clear and a pleasure to experience, an unpleasant odor began to intensify as they closed in on the farm. “That would be the pigshit,” he explained. “Ye’ll get used to it.” 

 Sansa noticed that the farmer employed quite a few hands on his farm. No wonder he thought of himself as a lord. The trips to King’s Landing must have been part pleasure. And through the chatter of the laborers, she could hear the nonstop grunting and squealing of pigs. 

 As the wagon came to a stop, others came to greet the farmer and welcome him back. A few watched Sansa, but none dared address her. “Set a table for our guest,” said the farmer. 

 That night, Sansa ate as well as she could have remembered. Strangely, though, none of them asked who she was or why she was there. Though there was a friendly tone between the farmer and his help, she began to get the feeling that they were all rather afraid of him. Questioning who the young girl with him might be way have been a step too far for many of them. 

 As the feast ended, the Stark wondered if the farmer would force her to share his bed. This was the final test, in truth. If he simply gave her a room to live in, then Sansa could sleep peacefully, accepting this as a place to wait out the war. And if he tries anything, I’ll announce myself as Lady Stark. I’ll force them to take me to see my aunt. 

“Come,” he told her, beckoning her to stand up. “I’ll take ya to yer sleeping place.” 

 Sansa was surprised to see him taking her outside. Where were they going? As she followed him in the moonlight yard, their feet splashing through mud, the farmer took her over to one of the stys. “Here it is.” 

 Her eyes found the sty and then she laughed. “You jest, surely. You do not mean you wish me to sleep in the sty?” 

“Why not? Ya liked the wagon enough. This is just as comfy. The house has got no more room for guests. Those we have are for hardworking families. A lord’s daughter such as yerself gets this roomy place. Don’t ye worry, it will just be ya and me pigs.” 

 Sansa wanted to think it was a joke, but she began to question that as he lead her inside and barred the gate behind her. “Ya’ll have a good home here,” the farmer said smiling. “The pigs in this sty are some of the friendliest. Get to know ‘em. They’ll be dying to make yer acquaintance. Pretty girl such as yerself is a rare sight around these parts. They earned it.” 

“Wait!” cried Sansa. “You’re not serious, are you? My father will p-punish you for this! I’m a noble!” 

 The farmer came back and unbarred the door furiously. “All right then, girl. Ya don’t want to live here, then ye better be ready to take off at once. We won’t be of any help to ya either. You got yer help. And ye turned out to be an ungrateful fockin’ whelp. Now, you either stay here in safety and sleep, or you fock off back to your lord’s house. Choose.” 

 Was he serious?... That house was so large. Why was he forcing her to sleep in a sty? And where could she go now? There was nowhere to go. A sty was still better than what happened to her father. Lord Stark’s head rolled off the cutting block… That won’t be me. No, this is not so bad. 

“I will stay.” 

“What was that?” snapped the farmer.

“I will stay,” Sansa whispered. “Please. And thank you.” 

“That’s more like it. Now, gimme them clothes. They fancy a cleaning.” 

 This time Sansa just obeyed him and stripped herself naked again, handing him her cloak and dress. Totally in the nude, she gave the farmer a final look as he closed the pen gate again and barred the door. “Sleep tight, girl.” He cleared his throat and spat. “Ye’ll do well here.” 

 As he took off, she turned towards the sty and the sleeping hogs within, with their huge bellies rising and falling. This can’t be possible. This must be some jest… Time passed, though, and as the movement in the house quieted down it became clear that she was abandoned here for the night. I’m to sleep with them…

 Sansa wandered through the sty, trying to find a place for herself that wasn’t too cold. As the chill of night settled, her bare skin made her shiver with cold. Her body became covered in the muck of the sty, and its wetness only made it worse. As she tried to sleep, she could hear one of the pigs moving. It rose from its place, then took a shit right next to her, its heat steaming into the night. 

 Tears came to her eyes at the sight. I’m here with them and their shit. It would’ve been better to go with Ser Dontos as he wanted. Maybe he could have saved her… Why am I stupid? Why do I always make the worst possible decisions? 

 Sobbing for most of the night, she stayed awake blaming herself for everything until she finally passed out. 





 The next day, she woke up to the sun already up. All around her, she could hear work and movement going on beyond the sty, and most of the pigs she shared her place with were roaming around the area, shitting and grunting as flies swarmed all around them. Looking at herself now, Sansa realized that she was stained with dried shit as well as mud. The whole yard, as far as she could tell, was full of their feces, both recent and old. 

 The Stark heard some giggling and glanced up to see some kids looking into the sty, laughing as they saw her. “Please, could you get the master of the farm for me?” Sansa begged. They only cackled, whispering to one another, then went away. 

 A worker soon followed, who came into the sty and started dumping barrels of slop into the pig’s trough. “Excuse me,” said Sansa, realizing that he ignored her as if she wasn’t even there. “I would like to see-” 

 Without a single word addressed her way, the man barred the sty and went on his way. The pigs all rushed to eat, squealing as they dug into the slop that overflowed the rims of the trough. It was so disgusting that Sansa started crying all over again. 

 This is all my fault. Why am I here being treated like a pig? Because I deserve it. I should’ve listened. I should’ve done as I was told. I never should’ve fled the wedding. I did nothing wrong… I’ve incriminated myself for no reason! Now they all must think I’ve done it. 

 The redhead couldn't begin to imagine what her family would have thought if they saw her like this. Being treated worse than many of their animals back at Winterfell… 

 The farmer did not come out the whole morning. Instead, Sansa saw many of the people working on the farm sneaking glances into the sty, grimacing at the sight of her there, and undoubtedly talking to one another about what kind of piece of shit a person must’ve been to be in there. 

 I am a piece of shit. That’s why I’m here. I ended up here because I belong. 

 Her farmer came out in the afternoon, shirtless, padding along his property with a confident swagger as his huge gut and hairy gut lapped in front of him. Munching on some sunflower seeds, he came over to the sty and talked to Sansa from the outside of the pen. “How ya doin’ in there, girl? Look at ye! I can barely see yer face, yer all covered in shit. Come ‘ere.” 

 Sansa rose and came over to the fence. The farmer cleared his throat, then spit right into her face. “Wash that shit off when I’m talking to ye.” 

 A few of the farmhands in the distance laughed. Sansa wiped the spit into her cheeks, trying to wipe away the crusted mud and shit, though the tears helped more than anything else. “I’m-” 

“Seems like yer enjoying yer new home. Told ya ye’d be happy at me farm.” 

 Her stomach grumbled. Though there were a hundred things on her mind, she suddenly blurted, “I haven’t eaten.” 

“Ye haven’t? I’ll be remedying that.” 

 The farmer went off and returned some time later with a bucket. He entered the sty, kicking away the pigs, then placed the bucket of slop right in front of Sansa. Her nostrils contorted in disgust at the stench coming from within. Flies were darting all around the bucket, and a few were drowned and floating on the surface.

“Go on,” said the farmer. “Ye said yer hungry.” 

 Sansa wanted to believe this a jest as well, but the serious look on his face made her question it. When she did nothing, he grabbed her by the hair and shook her head. “Ya hungry or not?”

“Y-Yes,” stammered Sansa, ready to sob once more.

“Then eat!” he snapped, bringing her face down into the slop. It was her nose that went in first, but her mouth opened as she tried to scream. The farmer let go and she spit it out, the slop dribbling down her trembling titties and rising and falling stomach.

“Yer a fancy one, is that it? Fancy noble won’t eat me food.” 

 No, she couldn't make him mad. He’s going to send me away or leave me to starve. “I do… It’s just… C-Cold.” 

“Cold, eh? Ya should see them piggies in winter. They’ll eat frozen slop if that’s all there is. Ye think yer better than prized Westerosi hogs?” 

 Sansa hugged herself and shook her head. “N-No, ser…” 

“I guess I’ll let ye off easy for the first time, eh?” The old man reached down under his gut, then pulled out the same fat cock that Sansa saw countless times on the road. She feared that he would make her suck it, but instead he started pissing right into the bucket, the hot golden stream going right into it. “There ye go. Now it’s all warm. Eat it up. Eat it!” 

 Trembling, Sansa lowered herself over the bucket and began to slurp it up along with the taste of his piss, bringing in bits of the slop into his mouth. It was almost physically painful when she thought of what must be in there, and what animals ate that, but with him watching there was nothing to do but follow the order and get used to the taste. 

 To make it go by faster, she started gobbling up as much as she could, using her hands to dig into the slop and spoon it into her mouth. Within minutes, the bucket was halfway empty, and hogs were trying to push their snouts against her slop-stained tits.

“There ye go,” he said. “On the morrow, no more special treatment, ye hear? Ye will eat with the rest of them, or not at all.” 

 Sansa nodded quickly. “Yes, ser. Thank you, ser.” 

 The farmer put his boot over her head. “Good girl. See ye on the morrow.”

 That night Sansa made no effort to sleep aside anymore. Cold and alone, utterly hopeless, she went over to where the pigs slept and crawled next to one, enjoying the warmth of its body. Soon enough another lay to the other side of her, till she fell asleep truly warm for the first time in days, comforted by their presence. 

“You would never hurt me, would you?” she said to one of the hogs, moving her fingers over its big and healthy belly.





 The next morning, Sansa woke up to the farmer standing above her, kicking her awake. “Ya best wake up now. Time to break yer fast.” He went over to the trough and poured the new batch of slop, pointing Sansa over to it. The redhead crawled over on all fours, submissively, just like the other pigs, starting to feel a little bit better about herself from not having to pretend anymore. 

 So long as she stopped thinking of herself as a noble that deserved much better, as a Stark, a big chunk of the pain just went away. I’m just another animal in the sty… 

 The old man went to tend to the rest of his stys. 

 As she ate, Sansa could feel one of the pigs behind her sniffing at her pussy. It sent tingles throughout her body, and soon the snout started pushing against the sensitive lips, trying to get its way inside. “Stop…” whispered the not-Stark at first. “Stop!” 

 When she turned to look at it, the pig’s gaze just held her, and there was a strange look of lust in its eyes. The redhead was so taken aback by it that she did nothing to stop him as he came forwards and started brushing against her breasts. “What are you doing…” The snout moved all the way down until it reached between her legs once again; this time, a small moan left Sansa’s lips. 

 This should not have felt good. Not only was she a virgin, but defiling her body in such a way, by coming into contact with a filthy sty animal, seemed like one of the worst things she could do. By the Seven… Even the wildlings would have looked down upon this, and the degenerates in the whorehouses of King’s Landing. 

 I deserve it for getting myself in such a place, she quickly thought. For letting our father Lord Stark perish, for staying alive only to endure Joffrey’s torture, for questioning Ser Dontos that may have been killed only because I chose not to trust him. I deserve far worse than this. 

 Instead of pushing the pig aside, Sansa only opened her legs and let its rough tongue move across and into her young virgin cunt. Why in the seven hells did this feel so pleasurable? “Don’t stop,” she told him, wrapping her legs around its head. Her head went down into the mud while a finger slid down to start playing with her clit. 

 Another pig, grunting and curious, came over and hovered over her face, its snout dripping with bits of food. Sansa opened her mouth and let her tongue come out, giggling darkly. What better way to degrade herself than this? “Kiss me, you filthy thing. Kiss me!” 

 Its tongue came down and made contact with her own, the sensitive buds on her tongue taking in the putrid taste of his tongue. I deserve worse than this as well, don’t I? 

 Her hand moved under its sagging belly till she found what must have been his dick. Rough and coiled, the redhead tugged on it and brought it closer to her mouth, making the pig squeal with pleasure as it finally reached her lips. Staring up at it, she gave it one more moment before wondering if she could do this or not. There was no return from doing such a thing. But Sansa did not want a return. In fact, there was no Sansa anymore. That was just the name she shared with a girl she knew nothing about. No one here even knew her name. And it would stay that way. 

 Gently, her tongue came out and began to stroke the tip of the pig’s dick, then her lips enclosed around it, swallowing up more and more of it, until the whole thing was down her throat. Sansa couldn't say if it was because her taste was completely destroyed, or if it was just some new low of degeneracy she had reached, but compared to the slop and the pig’s mouth, this coiled cock tasted… decent. If anything, the succulent taste grew on her the more she kept it in her mouth, till she began to suck on it in earnest, moving her tongue greedily over the surface, dreaming of his seed filling her up. I don’t deserve such a treat… but I want it. 

 With a hand at her clit and another at the base of the pig’s cock, she slurped it down, deepthroating it as deep as it could go, till the very tip of his shaft tickled the inside of her throat. The pig’s massive body trembled in pleasure; Sansa giggled, smiling with her stuffed face, then moved both arms up to rub that gigantic and shit-stained belly as she milked him dry the last part of the way. With her lips kissing the base of the pigdick, she sucked as hard as she could, using her tongue and hot drool as help, and caressed his belly at the same time. Come for me, she begged him, practically cooing like a little girl begging for a treat. Come for me. 

 Sansa slapped his belly for encouragement. The pig groaned, the fat body shuddering all over, then released right into her mouth. Sansa could taste the creamy goodness of his seed as it made its way down into her tummy, filling her up. Oh, this is so good… So tasty… 

 The redhead could barely get enough of it. Even when it was all done and the hog tried to move away, she clung to his dick, trying to extract a few final drops out of it. Only after she was back down on the ground and staring at the ceiling of the sty did she realize that she had come as well, but was so pleased by his seed that she never even realized. Her legs were shaking monstrously, her entire body arching up and down as violent. 

 This is… my first orgasm? 





 By noon, Sansa had drained every single one of the hogs in her sty. The poor things never stood a chance against her rapacious mouth. Each one just fell asleep on their side, milked dry of their seed, while Sansa stood at the center wishing for more. Tears were coming down her face at the same time as she realized the gravity of her actions, and a crazed cry of joy left her lips. I’m just a pigfucker now. That’s all. 

 Occasionally she could hear farmhands passing along, but not a single one bothered looking inside at her. It wasn’t until her farmer friend came again that she received some human attention. “Well, well, well,” he said with a thick drawl. “I heard ye’ve been sucking off all me hogs. That true?” 

 Sansa bobbed her head. “It is.” 

“Look at ‘em.” He padded up to one and kicked it, but the pig just wheezed in its comfortable slumper. “I put ya in here with the youngest because I thought ye couldn't’t handle the others. But maybe you can.” 

“The others?” 

“Aye. These are the youngest of the lot. ‘Course, there’s older ones as well. Bulls in their late age, you might say. But they’re an unfriendly murder o’ bastards, so I keep ‘em separate from the rest. But now, I feel like ye might be a better fit with those.” 

 As she listened, his rough hand came down on her face. It felt good to be touched, even by this disgusting farmer. As his thumb passed over her lip, Sansa thought of offering her body up as his cumdumpster as well, until she realized how demeaning that would’ve been to him. No doubt, a strong man like this could’ve had any girl on the farm. Why would he need some pigfucker whose body was brown with mud and shit? Sows do not fuck men. 

“Those are some of ‘em that made me best pigs,” he explained. “Good breeders, every single one of ‘em. Ye think ye’d like to meet ‘em?” 

“Yes, ser,” said Sansa obediently. Perhaps these bull pigs would treat her as she deserved. The ones from this sty indeed proved to be too weak to put up with her slutty awakening. 

“Come, come.” 

 Sansa followed after him as he led her out of the sty and through the farm in broad daylight. It was only halfway that she realized she was walking after him on all fours, but it felt natural to do so now, and the farmer made no mention of it. Clearly, even he thought it was better this way. 

“Here ye go.” He opened the gate to a much larger sty and closed it as soon as she walked in. 

 Sansa could tell that these pigs were different. Not only were they much larger than the others, but they grunted at each other aggressively, each one of the monsters very preoccupied with his own space. 

“Thing a’ beauty, ain’t ‘ey? I been looking to get another batch of piglets from these damned bastards, but no sow has ‘em interested.” He yanked Sansa’s head back by the hair and looked into her eyes. Breathless, she stared up at him. “If by chance ye manage to get ‘em to breed, I’d be very grateful to ya. I’ll get one of these stys and fit it just for yer special noble needs.” 

 Was… was he asking her to be the one that bred with them? Was that even possible? Men could not breed with animals... “I’ll t-try…” 

“Good girl. Get to work. I’ll come by ‘ere later and bring yer slop.” 

 Not so long ago, Sansa dreamed that her babies would be blonde little angels. Part-Stark, part Lannister, and as beautiful and brave as anyone could have imagined. Boys as daring and beautiful as Ser Loras and girls as thoughtful and darling as Margaery. What could have been further from the ideal of the young Tyrells than this shit-infested sty? 

 Is there an actual way to become pregnant from such animals? As her eyes wandered over the bellies that dangled above the floor of the sty and their aged heads, Sansa wondered what it would feel like to get crushed under one of those things as she got fucked. 

 The answer came for the glistening pussy between her legs that quivered with readiness. Only a few months ago she wanted to kill herself when considering the possibility of having to lay down next to Tyrion Lannister. And here she was now, eager to be the companion of these hogs. 

 But these knew nothing about her or who she was. From the look of them, the only thing they knew was sleep, food, shitting, and breeding. The perfect mates for one as bad as herself. All they could see in her was a sow, and maybe that was the perfect thing for her to be. The destination of her life’s journey all along.

 Sansa lowered her head and approached them submissively, doing her best to get their attention. This would be her first time getting penetrated by anything, and the mere thought of that coiled pig dick entering her tight pussy was making her shudder with expectation. I need them inside of me, she realized, the intensity growing with every passing moment. 

 The biggest hog in the pen noticed her and started making his way towards her, his wet snout going across her thighs before it reached her pussy. Sansa wriggled her butt and raised it up as she lowered her head. “You can get on top of me,” she told him, moving gentle fingers across her ass. “Please, go right ahead…”

 The great pig snorted and seemed to lose interest, then suddenly mounted her. Sansa could feel the great weight falling on top of her, flattening her small body against the sty floor and pushing her face into the muck and shit right in front of her. The pig’s gut rubbed against the small of her back as he sought a way to enter her, till she finally reached back and spread herself open for him, helping him by guiding the cock all the way into her pussy, even as her tongue came out to lap up the shit. 

 I’m going to let this pig fuck me, thought the Stark, grinning, her face smeared in pigshit. I’m going to let him pleasure himself and breed me properly. As her mental state began to deteriorate, she not only wished that her parents were alive, but that they could be there watching her. This is all I am. Mother, Father, I’m just a sow. You should’ve placed me in the sty from the start. 

 The pig grunted as his coiled cock descended into her dripping cunt and Sansa’s eyes rolled in return. Every inch of that thing felt so good. Hitting places she never knew existed inside of her. Was this heaven? Was heaven inside of her this whole time? 

“Fuck me,” she begged, tears of pleasure coming to her eyes. “Please, fuck me!” 

 The pig brought its snout to the side of her head so she could kiss it. Sansa did so romantically, wrapping her arm around his fat neck, then started grinding against him. Despite his size, the prized hog did his best to fuck her, thrusting into her smaller body, crushing underneath as its coiled shaft moved along every inch of Sansa’s tender virgin insides. 

 This is it… I’m… I’m giving my first time to this pig… 

 There was no way a human dick could ever compare to the pleasure she was getting from this fuck. From feeling that thing moving all throughout her pussy, sending tingles all the way to her tummy. He’s going to fill me up, I know it… he’s going to… 

 It only took the fierce bull a few more powerful thrusts to make her mewl in pleasure and for himself to get ready to come. Sansa could feel his thick seed as it spilled into her, filling up the light body. It’s inside of me. Her eyes glittered with happiness. I have his seed. 

 The great hog simply pulled out and went on, though Sansa quickly lifted her ass back up on her trembling legs and slapped it as she sought the attention of the others. “Come on, come here! Fuck me! Please! Take me!” 





“Yer something else, I tell ya’,” said the farmer, giving her a long look as he came with the evening slop. Though these were supposed to be his toughest batch, Sansa managed to tire them out as well. With a belly full of seed, she lay against the largest of the hogs, still tasting the cum and shit off her lips and smiling. 

“Yer gonna need to go to all the stys at this rate.” 

“Of course, ser,” said Sansa. 

 The farmer stepped closer to her and put his foot on her head. “Now, since I’m ya’, I expect a favor from you in turn, you get that?” 

“Ser?...” 

“You see this mess?” His gnarled finger pointed to the shit-covered floor. “I want ya to clean this up before ye leave every sty. I want ‘em clean. You understand?” 

“If you give me some water and a rag, I could probably do it...” 

 The old man snorted in disbelief. “I got yer rag and water right here. Open yer mouth. Now stick yer tongue out. Good, now keep it open.” He grabbed her by the head and moved her tongue and open mouth right to the ass of the hog she lay on top of. Sansa could see the stinky ass with the flies glistening on top of it as she approached, and the dribble of the recent shit.  

 A moment later, her lips were kissing his ass and tasting his shit, with the farmer holding her down and forcing her tongue down the pig’s anus. “Yer going to have to clean yer men after fockin’ ‘em. It’s only natural.” 

 Sansa only laughed as her tongue passed through the anal cavity, scraping all the shit back into her mouth. The pig did not even care that her tongue worked so hard at cleaning him up, and after the farmer held her down and talked her through it, she was pulled away to see a nearly spotless ass. 

“There ya go,” said the old man, getting a good look at her own face. “Yer a hard worker, ain’t ya’? Not like them other nobles. I can see why the Seven sent you here. By the gods, yer made for this simple sow life.” 

 Sansa could not agree more. 





 In the weeks and months to come, the farmer started moving her during the day through all the stys, getting her into a proper routine. Sansa could not get enough of it. Through every single one she passed, she let the hogs fuck her silly, then milked out whatever was left from them with her mouth and ended by cleaning up their dirty assholes and eating them out. No food was needed when there was so much sweet pigshit and pigseed for her to lap up. 

 I’m living on their shit, she would think at times, and laugh wildly. At times she would get a bout of depression that made her realize the gravity of what she was doing and what would happen if she were discovered, but in those moments the farmer coming in and ordering to get back to work always snapped her back into the right frame of mind. I’m just a sow now. Feeling the heavy hog bodies crushing her under them as they destroyed her cunt was why she existed. 

 One time three dozen Lannister soldiers made their way to the farm. They were not there to look for her, but to slowly make their way up into the Vale. As they were waiting around the farm and wasting time, a few of them made their way to the stys and glanced inside. When they saw a girl in there they were shocked. 

“What’s the meaning of this!?” they asked the farmer. The old man quickly explained that she was, despite her humanlike appearance, just a sow. 

“I swear, she looks so much like Sansa Stark,” said one of the soldiers. “I seen her at Queen’s Landing with King Joffrey.” 

 Another one of the soldiers slapped him on the back of the head. “You think that’s Lady Sansa in there covered in pigshit? You’re denser than a brick, Merwel, do you know that?”

 Sansa knew it was true. She could recognize the guard as one of the men that often served along the ramparts. But of course, the other one had the right of it. There was no Lady Sansa here. Only a dumb sow that had lost all right to life. Only a slut that was in the proper place where she belonged. 

 To make the point so that they truly understood it, she crawled from where she slept right after one of the pigs shat, then quickly ate it up and went on to clean its ass right in front of them. Horrified, a few of the Lannister soldiers spit her way and moved aside. 

 I’m safe here. No one will ever know who I am ever again. 

 The contradictory lines of thinking that she was both Sansa Stark and safe in anonymity and that Sansa Stark never existed and she was just a sow both existed in her mind at the same time. Even she could recognize her own irrationality. But the worry of it went away when she buried herself in a hog’s stinky ass and fed on it. Mmmmm, so delicious... 

 

 Sansa came to know the taste and feel of every pigdick there was. Every sty became her home, every hog a desired partner. As soon as she came in, the redhead would just put her ass up for them and beg them to fuck her. Some of the pigs were suspicious and disinterested at first, but they started loving the feeling of her tight cunt and needy mouth. It wasn’t long until they were as ready to take her as she was to open up for them.

“Please, I need your seed,” she begged them, opening up the pink pussy that flashed at the hogs like a glimmering jewel from an otherwise dirty body. Even after a whole sty took her and left her whimpering and shuddering, Sansa would still lift up her ass instinctively and wiggle it around, till another one of the pigs clambered back on top of her, putting the coiled dick to work until her trembling pussy dripped and made whole puddles of her juices and their seed at her knees. Nothing was better to Sansa than licking that all up, tasting their love as their hot seed passed into her womb and uplifted her. 

 Even the farmer showed surprise at her enthusiasm. “Ye can’t get enough, can ya’? Tiring out me hogs.”

 Sansa gulped as she followed along on all fours. “I’m just a whore.” 

 The old man’s foot suddenly came down on her head and pushed her face into a pile of shit. “Yer no whore. Only a proper lady can be that. Yer just a dumb sow. A big belly is all that life has to offer ye.” 

 Lifting her mouth from the warm shit, Sansa bobbed her head in agreement. “Yes, ser.  Just a sow.” 

 Not many sows could have put on the displays that she did for the hogs, by licking them up awake with caresses along the shaft and slapping her ass constantly to bring attention to her needy womb. 

 They needed to breed. For the farmer. For her own pleasure. This is what I’m here to do. 

 Occasionally some of the farmhands would stop by to fill the trough, but none of them saw anything wrong with what was happening. Even as Sansa’s eyes rolled back and the drool escaped from her mouth as she got dominated by the hogs, they just stepped past and did their duty. 

 I’m not even human in their eyes, she thought happily. Not at all… Just a sow… 

 It made things so much easier for her. Letting go was no effort at all. From a proud Northwoman that could recite poetry, she turned into a sty creature that grunted and groaned in pleasure more than she used words, starting to communicate with her fellow hogs in bodily ways that only they could understand. 

 They hammered at her cunt in return and spilled their jizz in every hole, at times ganging up on her in an attempt to outbreed one another, till Sansa could barely feel her numb girly figure under the combined weight of the horny pigs. 

 Once they got used to her, even her sleeping position changed to give easy access to her cunt. No longer could she crawl into a fetus position. Instead, she just passed out with her face in shit as her beautiful round ass and open cunt were on display for the sty if there were to be any takers. 

 A sow needed to be ready to do her duty at all times. 





 Sansa slept every night cuddling with the hogs, getting fucked by them, and holding a hand over her belly. She was pregnant. There was life inside of her. Not human life, but something else entirely. How could there be any doubt that she was born to be a sow when she could actually get pregnant from the bullish hogs in the stys? I was meant for this. For all of it. 

 As the months went by, her belly started growing till the farmer finally put an end to the fucking and told her to stop getting mounted. “Yer gonna crush me damn piglets. Keep ‘em safe. Ya hear?”  

 From that moment on she just sucked off the hogs as best she could and pleasure them with her mouth and hands, all the while explaining to them what the raised belly meant. “I’m going to give you such beautiful babies…” 

 When she was close to birth, the farmer cleared up one sty just for herself and the piglets, and was there when they came out. “Well, would ye look a’ this,” he said, lifting one of the squealing little hogs up. “Yer a fine breeder, lass.” 

 The sight of the little pink piglets took her breath away. “They’re mine…” 

“Yers?” The farmer laughed. “These are me piglets. Another batch of the finest piglets in all o’ the Seven Kingdoms. Fine work. Fine work.” 

 There was a single moment when she questioned the state of it all as she watched the little thing, taking in all her memories combined with the revelation that an actual pig left her cunt. That she was an actual abomination and a sow on the inside. 

 But as soon as he gave her the piglet and brought its snout up to her tit, Sansa just laughed and tilted her head back, happily letting the farmer squeeze her breast and bring its milk into the thing’s greedy mouth.

 He let her feed the piglets for a few days, but after that, the old man came back and took a few of them away. “They don’t need ye anymore. But ye need to get back to work. I want more where those came from, ye hear?” 

“Yes…” said Sansa. “I understand.” 

 The farmer put his foot down on her head again and pressed into the shit in front of her. “Yer a good lass. And an even better sow.” 

 Sansa relished the pleasure of feeding every batch of piglets from her very own tits. Like any mother, bringing the pink little piglets up to her nipples so they could feast gave her the greatest pleasure, so much that she would often touch herself at the same time, dreaming of getting her belly full of seed and more babies as soon as possible.  

 The best orgasms she ever had were those that came when the hogs fought one another to get access to her cunt while the piglets desperately pushed to get her milk. As one ruiner hammered at her pussy from behind, her babies were pulling on her tits and leaving her a mindless, slobbering mess that only cried and came, over and over, her sensitive pussy lips practically melting away as her fingers slipped over them. 

 Everywhere she went, the sow left a trail of her seed, and farmer sometimes made her lick it all up as she got transported from one sty to another. “Yer a dirty fockin’ bitch. Clean it up!” he ordered, kicking her ass. 

 Sansa just grunted in response and licked it up greedily, feeling her cunt flexing in preparation for the hogs in the next sty that would be breaking her down all over again. 

 So long as she could keep making piglets, the pleasure would never end. All that remained was a beautiful cycle of drooling in pleasure while being bred by the hogs, only to give birth in shit and let her piglets milk her ever-growing and soft tits with their grasping mouths. 

 Mother, I’ve finally made children, just as you’ve asked. Beautiful ones… 





 While Westeros waged war and changed hands with the passing of time, little changed for Sansa at the farm. 

 Not a day went by when she did not give herself over to breeding and nursing the piglets she created that the farmer craved. Some of those that grew up to be strong she breeded with and brought forth even newer batches, while others disappeared never to be seen again, doubtlessly butchered for their meat. Whenever Sansa picked up on the smell of bacon, tears came to her eyes: sadness for the piglets slaughtered, and joy for doing such a good job for her new master. 

“Yer the finest breeding sow I ever had,” the old man would tell her. She must have been, because many at the farm no longer even saw her as human. Even when strangers came by to buy hogs from the farmer, their glances into her sty were without any shock or displeasure. I’m just another sow. A fuckpig meant for breeding. Her tongue could barely work to produce anything but anal pleasure for the pigs she ate the ass of and cleaned up. Language beyond that of the sty came to be forgotten.

 As the years went by, she was left looking worse, with tits that sagged heavily from the constant nursing of her piglets and hair so covered in shit that not even Sansa herself could ever remember it being red. Her diet consisted of nothing but piss and shit, and occasionally, if she did a very good job, having her master’s own piss and shit instead. A delicacy. 

 I’m going to die here, all alone. The thought made her happy. No one would ever remember her. Only the pigs would carry on the legacy. But since the nonstop breeding was bringing her fertility down, she knew that her own time was coming to an end as well. 

 In the outside world, perhaps she could have lived into old age. But here, her youth was to be prized. If she could not breed, then the old man needed to do what was necessary and butcher her for the meat. Perhaps he would even be good enough to thank her for her services one more time before slicing her throat and preparing her for consumption. 

 As she pictured her cooked self filling up the farmer’s table, there was only one real worry: I hope I taste good for them. 

