When I first heard about the Femcans Show happening at the legendary Human Farm, I was so excited my snout could barely stop twitching. I had been dreaming of this moment—being part of the ultimate celebration of femcan power and piggie devotion. So, I did what any eager longpig would do: I sent an email through the site, begging for the chance to attend and maybe even be one of the chosen piggies for the roast. To my surprise, I got a reply within hours! “You’re in, piggie,” it said. My heart raced. It was real. This was my chance to fulfill my purpose.
Getting Ready for the Big Event
Preparing for the show was almost as exciting as the event itself. First, I shaved myself squeaky clean—head to toe—because no femcan wants a hairy piggie on her platter. Then I oiled myself up, making sure my skin was smooth and glistening, ready for the flames. I even practiced squealing just right, so my sound would be pleasing to the femcans’ ears. I wanted to be perfect.
The trip to the farm was unforgettable. I was escorted in the back of a special trailer, surrounded by the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat. The whole way, I imagined the farm: the firepits, the smoke billowing in the air, and the femcans with their knives and whips, commanding every moment of the show. My mind was racing, my tail practically wagging with excitement.
Arrival at the Human Farm
When I arrived, the energy was electric. Fires blazed high, smoke curled into the night sky, and music roared from the speakers. The femcans were dressed in their most commanding outfits—leather, chains, and blood-red accents that made my little piggie heart thump like crazy. Piggies were everywhere, squealing and scrambling to be noticed. Some were on all fours, others strapped to tables, all eager to serve.
Then came the announcement: “Three lucky piggies will be roasted live tonight as part of the Femcans Show!” The crowd went wild. My squeals joined the chorus. The femcans walked among us, selecting their favorites. My breath caught as one stopped in front of me, her gaze sharp and commanding. “This one,” she said, tapping my chest with the tip of her blade. My knees nearly gave out. I was chosen!
The Roast Begins
As I was prepared for the firepit, the femcans teased me and the crowd cheered. I was tied and basted, every stroke of the brush making me feel like a star. The heat of the flames kissed my skin as they rolled me over the open fire. It was… exhilarating. The scent of roasting meat filled the air, and I could hear the squeals of joy from the audience. I felt like I was giving them something special—a memory they’d never forget.
The other piggies cheered me on, their voices blending with the crackle of the fire and the roaring crowd. The femcans danced, laughed, and whipped the air in celebration. It was the most alive I’ve ever felt.
Oink oink! What an honor! To be roasted by the femcans in front of such a lively crowd—it’s a dream come true for this piggie. The fire, the smoke, the energy—it’s everything I hoped for and more. I can’t wait to serve them in the most delicious way possible.
To all my fellow piggies out there: don’t wait. Send that email. Step up. Maybe next time, it’ll be you on the spit, basking in the glory of the flames!
