Maybe she shouldn’t have looked. Maybe she should have put it back and pretended she never saw it, but Ryleigh had one major character flaw; she was too curious for her own good.

On Halloween night, long after her parents had gone to bed, she had gone snooping. She was half-hoping to find the leftover candy from trick-or-treating, but she ended up finding a hidden stash of DVDs belonging to her dad behind the TV instead, a place she hadn’t even considered sneaking to. It wasn’t in plain sight, either; behind the TV was a display stand that they used to place photos on, but there was a cupboard underneath it that, upon first glance, was stacked high with books. But when the young squirrel girl pushed them to the side in her urgency to find more candy to pull an all-nighter, she instead found peculiar films. They all had weird names: ‘Nun in Distress’, which sounded corny; ‘The Devil on His Cock’, and it took a lot to suppress her giggle at the word; ‘Swamp Monster Gutters’, whatever that meant; ‘Cumshot on Elm Street’, which sounded even more horrid than the last; there was a lot. She ended up avoiding most of them, but one caught her eye...the title so strange that she thought it must be some ultra-secret movie her Dad never wanted her to find.

‘The Creature of the Hentai Lagoon’. What is a Hentai? What does that have to do with water? She was curious. Morbidly, embarrassingly curious...so she took the DVD and hid in her room with it.

There was no sound in the house, save for her own shuffling. Her parents slept like logs, from experience, and it was well past midnight by now. Fueled by candy alone, she kept her door closed and sand in front of her TV, her hand-me-down DVD player she got a couple of years ago sitting underneath it. She hadn’t used it since she was 7, and watched most of her stuff on her tablet now, but she knew how to use it. She popped the case open, which had a relatively unassuming form of a scantily clad canine woman with a shocked expression on her face, and she slid the DVD into the open tray of the reader, pushing the button to retract it. She shuffled back, remote in hand, and looked up at the TV as she changed the output device over...

It didn’t even have a menu-- it simply started, right at the beginning. There was a canine woman wearing a dress, her chest barely contained within it, and she was screaming as she staggered through a poorly lit forest. She tripped over branches, hopped over thick trunks and logs and pushed her way through leaves in an effort to get away from something. What was weird was that it was a cartoon; it didn’t look that old, but looked almost certainly like some of the anime she’d seen before. She let out a high-pitched cry as she fell over a thick trunk and went crawling through the dirt, where it smeared across her fur and clothes. She was sobbing, and to Ryleigh, it looked kind of scary...she hesitated to bring her hands up to her face, but only because everything seemed too outlandish and cartoony that maybe it wasn’t bad...

Then it came. A hulking, snarling beast that was only heard at first, but its roar and snarl were so guttural, so realistic, that it made Ryleigh’s skin crawl. The camera panned up and slowly over the canine’s shoulder, and in the darkness beyond a sea of trees, multiple eyes glinted back at her, red and glowing in the pitch black. The woman lay there, stunned, her eyes wide and full of terror as the silhouette of a creature pulled itself through the trees, massive claws raking against the bark, leaving gouges in its wake. A head came into view, narrow and angular, with a pointed end and rows upon rows of eyes lining the top of its snout, all the way towards the back of its head. A shaggy black mane covered its neck like a mantle, and Ryleigh’s stomach twisted when the camera panned down to a bony abdomen and a heavy rotund sack hanging between its legs. The squirrel covered her face with her hands and peeked through two fingers as the camera perspective shifted back to the canine, who started to cry out and crawl backwards, finding the strength to move.

The next scene was chaotic. It grabbed at her and clawed, raking over the top of her dress, and the shot erratically moved, jumping from shot to shot, moving from her bouncing breasts being pulled out onto display to the crude claws yanking at and tearing her panties with such ease, revealing the mound of her pussy beneath. The camera jumped to the creature’s crotch and a thick, triangular-shaped wedge, bright red and veiny, oozing liquid from the end that Ryleigh was only familiar with because of sex-ed classes at school and the wonders of the internet. The camera jumped to the canine’s pussy, her legs already spread, as the wedged end of the length probed and pressed against her pussy, running up and down, making it glisten with fluids before it roughly pushed and slid into her.

Ryleigh’s eyes widened as she watched the member delve in deep, and the camera briefly jumped to the canine’s face, her expression a mixture of surprise, fear and pleasure, before the camera jumped to a sideways view shot of the creature, or at least some of it, bent over her, it’s legs bowed, it’s body squatted, and as it plunged. It’s bent leg obscured just about everything in the middle before the camera slowly turned around the scene, panning from the sideways view closer to the woman’s head as the creature tugged back and let out a guttural roar as it thrust, the audio on the DVD growing fuzzy with the combined noise of her cries, its roar, and the squelching sounds of it’s penetration. Ryleigh saw the woman’s stomach unnaturally bulge with its bucking hips, and she couldn’t take any more. She flung herself forward and pushed the button on the DVD player to eject the disc. The tray shuddered open and Ryleigh panted, staring down at the floor as her room was bathed in a blue glow from the lack of display. She’d had enough-- it was time for bed.

The young 11-year-old squirrel turned off the TV and clambered up onto her bed, not even bothering to put the DVD away and just leaving it there, on the open tray, to clean up tomorrow. She was already in her pajamas, and her heart hammered from the scary sight on the screen before, though the more she thought about it, the less scary it felt. As she snuggled beneath her blankets, the thought of the creature crept through her mind, its gangly shape, shaggy fur, long limbs, multiple of them...and she kept thinking about it long after she closed her eyes.

Ryleigh awoke in a sweat, god knows how long later. The room was dark, but it was far from quiet; she could hear shuffling, huffing, panting...something was in the room with her. She didn’t know how she knew that, but everything in her body was telling her that was the case. Her breath hitched in her throat and she remained frozen in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, before her eyes snapped down and she slowly slid her hands up, clutching at the edges of her duvet as she stared out into the darkness of the room. Her curtains filtered in just enough light to make out the outline of things...and there, in the corner, was a collection of gleaming yellow eyes, blinking in rolling waves in the darkness. There was another shifting sound, and a thump of weight against the carpet. Ryleigh couldn’t move-- she was utterly frozen in fear.

The silhouette slowly moved closer, each thump against the floor indicating its movement, its thudding steps getting closer to her. A weight pressed at the foot of the bed, mere inches away from her feet, and it made the wood creak from its heft, each crack and sound making the squirrel girl shrink further and further into her covers. Her blanket started to pull at the bottom, and it drooped down past her body, despite her efforts to pull it back up. Whatever was yanking it was far stronger than her, and she inevitably relented as the duvet slipped further and further down her, passing her stomach and eventually her legs, all the way to her feet. She heard the thud of the duvet hitting the floor, and all the while, those multitude of eyes didn’t stop staring at her.

It drew closer, the creaking of her wooden bed frame intensifying as it seemed to add extra weight, and she could only guess it was climbing onto it to get closer. The thought of it made her heart pound, and she pressed herself into the bed, pushing her head down into her own pillow, as she felt the cushioning of the mattress sink and sag on either side of her. She squeaked, the only sound she’d made thus far, as she felt the distinct sensation of fur brushing against her arm, cool to the touch, and she tensed up even more as she felt hot breath across her face, followed by a low, rumbling noise. Something sniffed, slowly inhaling twice, one after the other, before the rumble came again. Something touched her, but it was impossible to tell what it was in the dark, and to her left, she heard the clink and shuffle of things on her nightstand movie, like her alarm clock and lamp. Something scraped, and there was a clatter and a thud, followed by a flicker of light from the side of her bed, on the floor-- the lamp must have fallen and turned on, granting her just enough illumination to see...

Atop her was a short-furred monster straight out of a horror movie, that looked uncannily similar to the DVD she’d been watching. A thick mane of fur framed its neck and heaving chest muscles, and four limbs sprawled out, some of them on either side of her, and others on her nightstand or up against her pillow. In the light, it seemed to flinch and clacked its mouth, giving her a brief glimpse of sharp rows of pearly white teeth, before its eyes danced and zipped around in their sockets before snapping down to her. Ryleigh didn’t know what to do, but her first instinct was to move; she was terrified, yet somehow seeing the creature in person made her feel less scared...maybe because she knew where she could and couldn’t go. As she bent her leg and tried to see where she could sidle, her ankle and leg brushed against something she wasn’t expecting, and her eyes moved from its face downwards. Heat flushed her face, a stark contrast to the chill settling into her bones, when she realised her leg was brushing against a behemoth-sized cock, whose tip was already straining the foot of her bed.

Maybe the monster misunderstood her from the accidental touch, or maybe this was always its plan, but the creature seemed to delight in her touch, its rumbling noises shifting towards a light inflection, closer to a coo, before he licked a long, slender tongue along the length of its maw, from one end to the next, before bowing down to her. The creak and thump of shifting furniture alerted her to a moving hand, and as the monster’s head bowed to her body, she felt its raking digits and sharp claw tips snaking down the side of her arm, slipping up towards the hip and back up. She whimpered and instinctively craned her neck and body away from his approaching limbs and head, but despite her efforts, it came for her regardless, dragging a wet, sticky tongue across her neck and all the way along her cheek, up to the messy brown hair atop her head, dishevelled from a rough night’s sleep...and even worse, now.

The claws against her body affirmed their grip and pulled her closer with startling ease, but it was the pressure of those clawtips against her clothes she was the most worried about-- sure enough, as it pulled its hard down, those sharp edges left their mark, and she heard the quiet rip of her pajama top, exposing the brown fur in its wake. She didn’t know if it meant to do it, but it didn’t react to the tearing fabric, either; it just continued to lick her neck, smearing spit all over her, and that slender, frightening hand groped her. It pushed across her chest, feeling the barely budding mounds of her breasts, before dragging to her stomach, leaving ribbons of exposed fur as they went. She only started to squirm and made a noise again when she felt its hand move between her legs, and though she tried to squeeze her legs shut, it managed to fully palm across her crotch. It let out an aggressive snarl that made her stomach twist with fear, and she froze up as its hand withdrew.

A mass replaced its roaming digits as the creature shuffled its body forward and made a canyon in her mattress, causing her to slide and slide towards him slightly as the slats beneath her bed snapped and cracked, each sound like sharp needles in her ears. She had kept her legs together at first when she felt herself being pulled towards him, planting her feet on what she assumed to be its lanky abdomen muscles, but the near-searing heat that spread across her inner thighs and pushed deliberately down at her crotch made her squeeze her legs together, and she regretted it. Her eyes snapped down, and the monster’s hulking figure obscured most of the detail between her and its body, save for the glistening, silky wet tip of a cock-shaped object that was as long as her body, and seemed to be rapidly growing before her eyes, inching past her slightly exposed chest and up towards her chin. It throbbed every so often, lifting off her frame ever so slightly before pressing its weight down on her again and eliciting a wet, messy streak of translucent fluid that immediately made her clothes and fur damp. She was smart enough as an 11-year-old to know what sex was, to know what the thing between her thighs most certainly was, too...its wedged tip, the spines lining its glans, the exotic ridges that she could feel against her thighs, a swelling base that her feet brushed with by accident...it was a cock, and the biggest she had ever seen in her young life.

Ryleigh shook her head, her bush tail tucking down and inadvertently tickling the beast’s balls, but her whimpers and protests fell on deaf ears as its hands moved, two of them planting on the whilst another wrapped slender clawed digits around her ankles, tugging her legs upwards and forcing them straight as it seemed to push its hips forwards and slide that appendage between her thighs, probing her chin. Ryleigh did the only thing she could do and swung her head to the side, but that just allowed the cock to drag up her cheek, growing longer by the second...or maybe she was just simply too short in comparison to the creature. It made a gruff sort-of snort as it pushed its body against her tiny frame and with a tug it dragged its length back, raking the ridges and bumps of it’s cock all along her thighs until it was back so far that she thought it had pulled away from her completely-- maybe it was her mistake to look, before the creature rammed forwards, making the bed crack and creak as that cock careened towards her, and the tip of it slammed right against the muzzle.

Pain sparked across her jawline as she was almost crushed by it, so she did the only thing that made any sense, weird as it was: she opened her mouth, giving it space to go somewhere. She regretted it instantly, for the monster effectively took advantage of that; it pushed in, forcing its cock into her muzzle and all the way to the back of her throat in one fell swoop, whilst her jaw was stretched to its limit to accommodate the girth of it. Pre-cum needily spurted and oozed into the back of her throat, and with it flooding her mouth, all she could do was swallow as it trickled down her cheeks and onto her pillow beneath her head. She tried to make a noise, but the constant need to swallow drowned out anything but the sounds of her heavy gulps, intermingled with the creature's huffing pants.

She heard more fabric tearing, but she knew where it was coming from; claws pulled at around her legs and stripped off her pajama pants like they were nothing but a mild inconvenience, and she found herself writhing again when it so easily snapped the elastic that made up the waistband of her pants, sluggishly pulling this way and that to shimmy it out from under her girlish behind. The fabric fell away at her crotch and the heat of that twitching cock became all the more significant against the soft mound of her pussy that it made her flushed-- most of the up-front fear of the monster’s appearance was fading away the more she took in it’s largely bipedal features, but its face still scared her, with its rows of teeth and searching eyes, but her biggest fear was the sheer size of that cock, and what it planned to do to her. She was powerless to stop its advances as it slid back and humped her thighs, using them for its own pleasure as its tip rammed and thrust into her mouth, making her choke on more pre-cum than she could handle, and her eyes watered at the prospect she might be potentially killed by this thing...and that it might want to have sex with her.

It humped with vigour, snarling and growling with every other thrust as it used and abused her mouth and thighs whilst all she could do was lie there-- she didn’t even want to touch it, easily able to see how wet and slippery it was getting. The pre-cum that oozed from her mouth and dribbled down her chin was beginning to clump around her chest, and the monster’s rhythmic thrusts of desperate, carnal need smeared that substance all along the underside of its own cock, all the way down to her young cunt, and it left her feeling dizzy from the sensation of being proxy-stroked by his thrusting length. Her fur felt wet and gross, and her breathing came out laboured and heavy, her eyelids fluttered as her jaw ached. She hoped it would be over soon, but she had no idea what was in store for her.

With another chuff of unrecognisable emotion, the creature yanked back abruptly, finally giving her room to breathe-- she took what she could get and sucked in gulping breaths, rolling her head back and flexing her jaw from the ache before clamping it shut and swallowing hard as pre-cum dribbled down her chin, warm enough for her to barely notice her. Her body felt flushed and hot, and the air smelt of sweat. Ryleigh looked down, fearful for what she might find, and she squeaked with anxiety as the creature’s grip on her loosened and he dragged back, awkwardly forcing one of her legs down with one hand and expecting the other to bend and accommodate, which it did, albeit a little. Another one of its dangerous, razor-sharp hands pushed against her other thigh and stretched her out to reveal the damp mess of her fur and exposed body, illuminated by the glow of her knocked-over lamp. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and she couldn’t even find the strength to lift her hands as the monster ran a slender, prehensile tongue down her stomach to her cunt, flicking up from the bottom to the top of it in a single lick, before its body retreated back and it replaced it with the weight of its cock. Her worst fears were coming to pass.

“No...” She tried desperately to plead, but it came out like a croak as she watched that thick member bounce against her stomach-- it was a lot smaller than it had felt rubbing against her stomach, at least from her perspective...or maybe her vision was growing weird from the situation, she couldn’t tell. But it slid back, enough for the pre-sticky underside to smear lewdly across her entrance, until the wedge end of its beastly length cleared the peak of her cunt and pushed down to the main entrance, nudging and forcing the flesh to part. She was terrified at how accommodating she already felt; her muscles barely clenched as it invaded her, and she couldn’t even push it out, no matter how hard she tried. A weak complaint came from her throat, but it died out as soon as the creature renewed its efforts to rape her, shoving with a little more gusto until the flesh spread to accept her-- its member slipped in with a noisy squelch, and she watched in real time as the cock buried deep enough to make a prominent bulge in her stomach.

She felt so ungodly full that part of her thought it might come out of her mouth, but all it did was cause a bigger bulge in her stomach until it felt to the point of unbearable-- at that exact moment, the monster slid back, like it knew what her limits were, before it thrust forwards again and embedded itself deep into her. The strangest thing was the lack of much pain; she definitely felt it, but it was more discomfort and fear than anything else, with a little tickle of something else underlying it all that made her feel dizzy. The creature leaned over her, putting two hands beside her head, whilst the other two kept her legs forcibly spread. She heard another creak, but its shaggy mane and tall, imposing body took up most of her vision-- the bed, however, seemed to crack even further, so maybe it simply wasn’t on the bed all the way before. She felt it thrust and her 11-year-old body tensed up immediately, her back arching as tears dotted her eyes, before it tugged back and thrust again, sending waves of both pleasure and discomfort and nausea throughout her body.

Its powerful thrusts would have pushed her across the bed were it not for the concave dent in the mattress where the bulk of it’s body was taking up space-- gravity did some of the work of impaling her back down on it’s monstrous dick with each yank back, but it was its near-bottoming-out thrust that was doing all the heavy lifting, making her whimper out with every thrust. She didn’t have the strength to fight back, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t; she hadn’t realised it, but somewhere between it penetrating her and settling into a rhythm, she had lifted her arms to grab the pillow, and its own limbs were now weighing down against her. Her face scrunched up as it felt like her body was going to split in two, and all she could hear was its huffing growls, occasional sighs, and the messy, noisy squelch of its slick cock invading her cunt over and over.

The creature picked up speed, causing Ryleigh to cry out, and she begged that her parents would wake up and save her...but no one came. The creature abused her supple little body with rhythmic desperation and animalistic need, the thick, impossible girth of its knot mashing against her entrance, and her body grew sore from how much it was stretching her stomach, even though it was probably being gentle. The squirrel’s body became limp over time, the more it ran through her, and she only had an indication of how close it was getting from its quickening pants, droplets of what she assumed to be spit dripping onto its cheek and neck as it stared down at her, mouth agape, like it was savouring a delicious meal. Her eyelids drooped as it rammed over and over, until the sounds of their sex became noisier than before, and it sounded like she was being battered against waves at the beach. Each thrust was like a wet slapping sound, and those pants became intermingled with whines, like a dog.

Then she felt it-- deep, powerful waves of heat that spread to every limb in her body and woke her up all at once. Her eyes flew open, and she arched her back, but she didn’t feel renewed with energy; it was simply a feeling so foreign that she didn’t know how to react. She cried out, but the noise died in her throat as her ears twisted to the glooping sounds of fluids that seemed to splatter on the floor either side of her. The creature bowed atop her body and pinned itself to her petite frame, panting loudly against one of her ears as its body formed a semi-circle in its bent shape above her. Her stomach felt like it was flexing, and her brown fur made into dark streaks from fluids. It held her there for a length of time-- she couldn’t even tell how long-- just whining and huffing against her head as it stayed buried inside her. The wet noises that sounded like her room was being flooded faded out into the darkness, and she flopped her head down, panting weakly, her eyelids drooping. To her left, her lamp flickered on the floor, and there was a spark, an audible zapping sound, before the light went out completely.

She heard the rumbling of the creature, and inside her, felt a strange sensation, like something coiling around and curling up into a ball inside her. It was so peculiar...part of her could almost sense it. She turned her head with just enough strength to see herself pinned with those eyes again, before light slowly flooded her vision. It was blinding, like she was staring right at the sun...

The blaring beep of an alarm made her jump, and she flung herself into an upright position, her eyes wide, her breathing heavy. What had transpired was vivid in her mind and she immediately felt her body, reached up to her hair, patting at her chest, her eyes wildly darting around her. Ryleigh’s pajamas were intact. Her bed wasn’t a V-Shape in the middle. Her lamp sat neatly on her nightstand, with the alarm blaring at her. Her hair felt soft and clean...and yet, she couldn’t get the vision of the creature out of her mind. The young squirrel looked across the room and saw the DVD on the floor, with the disc still in the open player. Maybe it was all a dream after all...but what a dream it was.

“Ryleigh! Come on, time for school! Get your lazy butt out of bed!” Someone called from outside the room, and Ryleigh, breathing a sigh of relief, slipped from the bed.

“Coming!” She hadn’t even noticed the extra weight in her body as she got up, nor the slight curvature of her stomach. She felt energised, in fact; she bounded to the door and slipped through, clicking it shut behind her.

The TV flickered, static filling the screen, but there was no sound. The static distorted momentarily as hands flashed up on the screen, clawing at the interior, before the screen went dark. A sea of eyes flooded the edges and crept to the middle, darting out, looking, searching...before looking straight down towards the floor. The TV warped as a mass reached out through the screen, long, slender fingers elegantly reaching down and sticking a finger through the hole of the disc, enough for it to catch. It lifted back up and retreated into the television screen, bringing the disc with it...and with a quiet zip, turned off.