Word: Shoat
Note: I'd like to point out that 'shoat' has two meanings: a young weaned pig, or a geep (cross between a goat and sheep). 'Cause they're totally the same animal!
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"Derek? Why do you have a pig in your loft?" Stiles called, closing the loft door firmly before the young pig could escape. "Are you planning on eating it on the next full moon? 'Cause I'm taking it away from you if that's the case, you monster! " he added, grinning as he imitated the gingerbread man from Shrek.
"There's farm land out at my house, I've decided to actually put it to use. Since everyone can control themselves on the full moon now, it should survive."
"I'm being put on pig guarding duty, aren't I?" Stiles asked with a heavy sigh. "So, what's it's name?"
"What? The pig?" Derek asked, finally coming downstairs, frowning at Stiles.
"Yeah, the living creature that's in your home; what have you called it?"
It was obvious that Derek hadn't named it, or even thought to call it anything, and Stiles shook his head. Of course Derek hasn't named his first official pet anything. (And seriously, why a pig?)
"Shoat," Derek said eventually, shrugging.
"You named your pig Pig?" Stiles deadpanned.
"You - and Lydia - are the only two that would know that, so yes. Now, can you help me take Shoat to the property or not?"
"Tell me why you have a pig in the first place, Derek. I mean, I'd get a dog, a cat, maybe even an iguana, but a pig? Really?"
Derek sighed, looking down at the small creature that was snuffling against his ankles. "She fell out of one of the animal transportation trucks; obviously too small to be held in properly. I found her wandering on the side of the road, and it was either take her home with me or to the butcher."
By the stern set of his jaw, and the folded arms over his chest, it was obvious that Derek wasn't going to take Shoat to the butcher any time soon. Not that Stiles would have made him do that anyway.
"Fine. You drive; I'll research how to actually look after a pig. C'mon, Shoat, you little cutie, your daddy's going to show you your new home," Stiles called, and Shoat made another snuffling noise, following after him obediently. "Thank god you don't have to train her. How to train your pig; probably not a box office sensation."
Derek snorted his laughter and followed Stiles out, scooping up the small pig and cradling her against his chest. He didn't want her to get tired before they even arrived to his house. Shoat made a soft noise and actually snuggled in closer. (Stiles took a photo before Derek could protest and immediately saved it as his phone's wallpaper.)
Derek drove to his old property while Stiles kept an eye on Shoat and called out random pig facts he found online.
"Pigs can be trained like dogs can, and they even sleep indoors. Aww, look at this little pig in a nest of blankets! It's so cute! We have to stop at a pet store to buy some things for Shoat! Right now." Stiles demanded.
Derek couldn't say no, and soon discovered that 'some things' turned very quickly into 'the whole damn store'. Derek found himself taking out the cat scratching post from the basket, raising his eyebrow at Stiles' sheepish expression.
"I thought it looked useful? Never mind, look at this fluffy bed! It's so soft and fluffy, Shoat's gonna love it!"
Shoat did love it, and Stiles took close to a hundred photos of her sleeping in her brand new bed. Derek couldn't bring himself to stop Stiles from taking photos, and handed him his own phone as well. Stiles brightened at the offered phone and took lots of photos, telling him that he was sending a bunch to Cora and Peter. And then everyone else they knew, including Chris.
Everyone took to Shoat immediately, even the Sheriff, and Stiles was surprised to come home later that night to find the bacon in the bin. They didn't discuss it, but it wasn't difficult to start getting his father to eat fewer pig-related products after he met Shoat.
Stiles was put on pig guarding duty for the first full moon, as he had predicted. The werewolves didn't even come near the mountain ash barrier he'd made. Stiles played Queen on his laptop (even Derek could see that Shoat actually liked the music, almost as much as she liked Stiles' belly rubs), and Shoat slept through the night on her bed peacefully without a single worry.
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End of word challenge.
Thanks for reading!
