RIO<br/><br/>It took me a quarter-hour to clean out Sally's sty, I took special care because I was fond of her. I swept and washed and hosed then dry-brushed it through and laid a thick bed of straw inside the brick bedroom and refilled her water trough and put some straw in her front garden. I overfilled the water trough deliberately - I knew Sally liked to tip it over and roll in it as a means of keeping cool.<br/><br/>All finished I was grubby and sweaty. Ah, well, now for some fun. I pulled off my boots and socks and unbuckled my jeans, wiggling out of them, putting my clothes in a nearby wheelbarrow. Dressed now only in my strappy pink farmgirl top and a pair of see-through peach coloured boy shorts I got the bucket, sponge, shower gel and hose.<br/><br/>I walked back to Sally and grinned down at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Good girl! Sally was hungry wasn't she! But what a messy girl you are. Time to get clean!"</strong>I turned on the hose, selecting a warm but not cold flow and sprayed it over the pig-girl, vigorously hosing her everywhere, face, hair, chest, belly, thighs. I washed all the gunk off her and hosed it away to the drain at the side of the yard. She writhed around and squawked and played with the water and before long I was nearly as wet as she was, my thin shirt sticking to my bra-less chest and inside my wet panties my hardness becoming uncomfortable and my wetness aching. It was no good, Sally was going to have dessert soon, a nice thick sausage for pudding.<br/><br/>I knelt down beside her and gave her a hug, using the rough plastic outside handbrush to brush back her hair from her face,<strong>"Just look at this absolute mop you've got here my girl! It's everywhere! I think you need a haircut. I'll get the clippers to you a bit later, make you look super-pretty. Now hold still, no, come on! Keep still!"</strong>I gave her chest and back a squirt of gel and got the big rough sea-sponge from the bucket and began to lather her up, swatting her hands away and soaping up her chest and shoulders and stomach. Then I slowed down, a wicked glint in my eye.<br/><br/><strong>"Sally like some fun?"</strong>I slowed the soaping right down and dropped the sponge to gently run my hands over her skin. Really, apart from her behaviour and her noises and her tail she wasn't much like a pig. She was still a pretty woman with a great body. I smoothed my hands over her breasts, they were far too big for me to cup, but I did my best, squeezing and lifting, cupping their weight and squashing them, slithering slick soap everywhere. I grazed my fingers over her thick nipples which had stiffened and then slid one hand down between her legs...<br/><br/><strong>"Sally like that?"</strong>I asked softly, planting a firm bite against her neck.