It was the third morning Sara felt something was happening to her at night. Once every month, she wakes up more exhausted than she went to bed. The first time this year, it wasn't that bad - she felt tired, her knees hurt and she had a few bruises on her body.
"What the fuck am I doing during the night?" she asked herself in the bathroom mirror, while examining the scratches on her chest and the bruises on her hip. "Huh, seems like I am sleepwalking lately."
She shakes it off and is about to start her day, not noticing the fresh dirt in her bed, where her feet usually rest.
"Ouch" she groans, as she's walking down the stairs. "Feels like after leg day. What did I do last night, heavens!"
Tired and a bit under the weather, Sara has a light breakfast. It tastes dull. Everything is tasting dull. Her oats, the orange juice. She has this weird taste in her mouth and even brushing her teeth twice doesn't seem to help.
"Uhh, I can't wait being home again from university." she mumbles to herself. "This is gonna be one hell of a day."
She puts on a light jacket and shoulders her backpack. Off she is, on her way to the bus stop. Little does she know, her mother is eagerly scrubbing her sheets, the spot where her feet rested, while Sara is on her way.
"She must not know." her father says, standing in the doorway. "Not yet."
Her mother looks up in tears and desperation. "Why? Why? Why my little Sara?!" she cries. "It's all your fault! You and your... weird wicked family!"
She throws the dirty brush in the bucket and breaks down.
"Shhh, my dear." Saras Dad says in a comforting voice to his wife. "Maybe it doesn't take hold like it did with her brother. Maybe there's still hope."
And as Saras parents are hugging each other, her mother in tears and despair, her father concerned and trying to comfort his wife, the little young girl sits on the bus and watches the world passing by the window. Even with her earbuds inside, she can hear the pre teen boys on the rear of the bus whispering and laughing about her.
"Hehe, yeah. Seems like she forgot her tits at home, tehehe!"
"Yeah dude, flat as a wooden board, and look at her hair, as if she fell out of her bed! Heeehee!"
"Those little fuckers." Sara says to herself. She gets up from her seat, walks through the bus to the rear, stands before the two 12 year Olds. "What did you just say you little shit?!"
The boys are exchanging confused and caught looks. Even Sara is surprised about her aggressive tone.
"W...What? How could you...?! Nothing! We, uhm, meant another girl! The one two seats before you!" one of the boys stutters.
The eyes of 18 year old, blonde Sara sparkle and are fierce. Her little hands claw into the headrest of a seat. So hard, her knuckles turn white. Luckily for the boys, the bus stops and they hurry to get up and out. Sara's still standing there, in a confronting stance, looking after them, as they pass her.
"Did you see her face dude?!" "Yeah, like an animal, those eyes man! Creepy!" she hears them say in hushed voices, as they get off the bus.
An industrial area, not even their stop as it seems. As Sara is letting go off the headrest, she notices her fingers ripped holes in the fabric.
"This is gonna be an unusual day." she thinks to herself, as she's taking her seat again.
The breakfast isn't the only dull thing today. The whole day in university is. Her mind feels numb, her joints sore and there is something even more unusual. She always was a girl who gets wet and aroused very easily. But today, she's soaking. Really soaking. Luckily she wears dark cloth pants, or else everyone in class would see the big, wet spot between her thighs.
She raises her hand, the professor nods.
"I need to go to the restroom." Sara announces.
With quick steps she leaves the room and heads to the ladies restrooms. Her green, forest themed panties are completely soaked. A thick rope of wetness between her labia and her panties is visible, as she pulls them down.
"Damn, what's up today..." she mumbles, as she starts to wipe herself. "That's like, a lot." she recognizes while inspecting her vagina.
The tissue on her slit feels good, as she rubs a bit to hard. She might as well...
That is the last thing she remembers. All she knows is, that she suddenly wakes up on the university's restroom, with her pants down to her ankles, sitting on the toilet, her top pulled up and her bare breasts out. Her pussy sore and aching, still wet. Her fingers smelling musky, her head dizzy.
How late is it? She can see through the restroom windows that it's already getting dark outside. Her professor and the whole class probably thought she just went home. She's in for trouble, that's for sure. Sara puts on her clothes hastily and realizes, someone probably gave her backpack to the secretariat, thinking she won't come back today.
"Aw shit, I'm so fucked." she thinks and starts browsing for the bus schedules on her phone.
Secretariat is closed already, so Sara makes herself on the way to the bus station. She took off her crusted panties and thinks of a story she will tell, when she's coming home late and without her backpack.
"I went to an organic coffee shop with a few friends from uni, must have left my backpack in the lecturing room. Had a snack and we completely forgot the time!"
Yes. That'll work. Totally believable. She repeats her reason for coming home late on her walk from the bus stop to her parent's farm, to hit the most reasonable tone.
The tone she heard, as she walked by the stables, wasn't so reasonable. At all. A whimpering, too deep to be from a dog. Too animalistic to be from a person. She stopped in her track. She's almost at home, but this noise... It sounds like it's coming from inside the stables.
Weird, she doesn't hear her father's pigs. They're always grunting and making noise at this time of the day. But it's all silent. The door to the stables isn't closed and there is this strange noise again. Like someone groaning in agony, but, like a dog. Like a human imitating a hurt dog, that's it.
When there is one thing, that is bigger than Sara's fear of the unknown, it's her curiosity.
"H...Hello?" A little blond head peeks inside the dark stables. All lights are out. "Is somebody in there? Are you okay?" she asks the darkness with a hushed voice.
Silence. Every now and then a soft grunt from the pigs and their feet scratching on the floor.
"Okay good, at least the pigs are alri-" she wants to say relieved.
