Hi. I’m Meg Griffin. Now I’m sure you’re asking yourself ‘Why am I reading a fanfiction written by Meg: the Griffin family’s lightning rod?’ I’ll answer that for you. As much as you like to laugh at my pain caused by my idiot father, my bitch of a mom, my slow brother, and my future super villain brother, you’re just as sad and pathetic as I am. Sure you can tell yourself you took all this effort to find my story so you can laugh at the messed up things I wanna do for my sex fantasy, but the reality is you’re just another creeper looking to get his fix on knowing what I wanna do because whatever you wanna do is just as bad if you knew to find it on a website for people who wanna have sex with cartoon animal characters, like my own dog, Brian Griffin. Speaking of which… By now you’re expecting me to write about what I still wanna do with Brian, even after he tried to take advantage of my friend Patty after finding out about her hot body. I do still wanna queef on him and teach him a lesson about respecting girls, but right now is the time to write my urges out. I don’t just wanna sleep with him. I want a backwards fairy tale about the three pigs and the big bad wolf. I wanna be the one little pig who builds her house out of bricks, but can’t protect herself from the three big bad Brians who blow her door down and have their way with her. You read correctly. I’m the pig here, and I don’t care if you call me one in real life because guess what: this little piggy slept with attractive people before. If any of you can say the same thing, why are you still reading this? I’m just writing to vent my dog fetish that I’ll never indulge without Brian’s consent. What are you here for? Brian’s cock? Three cocks? Because that’s where this is going. If you’re still reading, my point is: Don’t Ever Make Fun of Me For Being a Pig. Whatever you read now is only for me: the little pig in her house of bricks. **** Cast The Little Pig – 18 years old (in pig years) The age is referenced from how old I am. The white dog, Brian – 63 years old (in dog years) This age is referenced from Brian Griffin’s age before his last birthday. The New dog, Brian – 21 years old (in dog years) This age is referenced from how long we were back on the air before his appearance. The big bad wolf, Brian – 49 years old (in dog years) This age is referenced from how old Brian Griffin was for our pilot. Once upon a time, there was a little pig with a hat and glasses who left her family’s home. They decided they didn’t want her anymore, so they told her “Get out there and roam.” Luckily, the little pig could build a house without woe, so she gathered some bricks and finished before the sun got low. After going inside, three bad dogs named Brian came along. One was white, one was New, and one was a wolf with the biggest of their dongs. The wolf Brian knocked on the little pig’s door, “Little pig, little pig. Let us come in.” The little pig answered with her womanly voice, “Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin.” The three Brians were shocked those hairs were around. “Then we’ll huff, and we’ll puff, and we’ll blow your house down.” They blew at the same time, but only brought down her door. The three Brians barged in to make a party of four. They surrounded her and drooled for whatever they came to do. The little pig pleaded, “Please don’t eat and turn me to poo.” The New Brian asked, “Why shouldn’t we, little tasty piggy?” She answered with desperation, “I’ll let you get jiggy.” The three Brians pondered for their possible meal, until the white answered, “Shave your chin. You got a deal.” The little pig shaved and showed herself in the raw, but they yelled, “Shave everywhere!” disgusted by what they saw. The little pig did it, like they ordered her before. Then the wolf Brian said, “On your knees, like a whore.” She did as he said, as they all went to her rump. The New Brian asked, “Who’s the first that’s gonna hump?” “I’m the alpha male here,” the wolf Brian asserted. The little pig gasped, as his giant cock inserted. She braced and cried a tear for her virginity loss. The other Brians groped her and opened her jaws. The New Brian liked touching. The white Brian liked blows. The three Brians used her, as anything goes. The little pig closed her eyes to find her happy place. The longer they spent, the sooner she knew it wasn’t a race. She submitted, as the wolf and white Brians humped faster. The New Brian licked her and said, “Oh yeah. Call us Master.” “Looks like she loves this now,” the wolf Brian said. The little pig wished they at least used her bed. The white Brian later said “I’m ready to cum,” as the little pig begged for her throat to go numb. She felt him cum, as he grabbed her ears. She gulped and remembered the wolf of her fears. “I’m gonna cum too,” the wolf Brian grunted. He pulled outside the little pig they hunted. She felt him cover her with loads of his jizz. The New Brian drooled, as she was now all his. The wolf and white went to sit down for a break. The New Brian said, “It’s my turn to make you ache.” He jerked off and groped her ass one more time. The little pig hoped this all ends without a rhyme. The New Brian thrusted and loved her used pussy. He heard her crying and said, “I just started, you Wussy.” “None of us are even close to done you know,” said the wolf, as he stood up to get in the show. “Get under her. I wanna use her crack.” The New obeyed and scooted under on his back. “You guys go ahead. I can wait on my kink,” said the white, as he hit the kitchen for a drink. The little pig braced herself for doggy double dips. The wolf grabbed her shoulders, as the New grabbed her hips. They inserted together made the little pig squeal. She had to relax or she couldn’t adjust to their feel. The wolf Brian thrusted, as the New Brian licked. Her neck felt nothing to getting double dicked. The white Brian returned with a Martini, dry. He was fine with a long break, as the oldest guy. He sipped and sat back with the little pig drilled. She lost her happy place, as her holes were filled. “Yeah. Take us both,” the wolf Brian ordered. She wished she didn’t build where she would get cornered. She had no choice but to take them to live, as the three Brians still had more fucks to give. The wolf Brian gripped her to speed his thrusts, as the New Brian gave into his youthful lust. The little pig found some pleasure in their cocks, but the time on her knees may have kept her from walks. “That’s right. You’re gonna take our seed,” said the wolf Brian, as the New took his lead, “Take it all, like a hungry, slutty hen.” They went faster until the wolf came again. The New Brian came after, collapsed in delight, and ripped off Goldilocks by saying “Just right.” The wolf felt a tug where he forgot about his knot. He figured it out and yelled, “Damn it! We’re both caught!” The little pig felt them all over inside. None of them could split, as they were all tied. “You all stay put. I’m gonna get some stuff,” said the white, like he was out to get hand cuffs. The wolf Brian turned around as he was stuck to her ass. The little pig was thankful she didn’t eat to get gas. The white Brian soon returned with a cheerleader’s dress. He told the little pig, “Put this on, after cleaning their mess.” 10 minutes later, the other Brians pulled out. ‘The little pig can take anymore’ she would doubt. “Be a good pig and lick up our slop,” said the New Brian, as he sat on top. The little pig did it with the New on her spine. The white Brian told him “Get off her. Now she’s mine.” The New Brian did it after telling him, “Fine.” The little pig looked to him, with her urge to whine. “Put it on, I said, and give us all a dance,” said the white, pretending to unzip his pants. 2 minutes later, she showed herself like a model. Then the white told her, “Get on the bed, and don’t dawdle.” The little pig obeyed and laid on her front. The white said, “Flip over. I’m gonna use your cunt.” The New and wolf Brians stepped back and watched. The New said, “I need a chair, so the view won’t get botched.” The wolf left the room, after saying, “Yeah. Let’s do that.” The two left together, with the white ready and ‘up to bat.’ The white told the little pig, “Get ready, High School Girl.” He thrusted inside, as she just wanted herself in a curl. She closed her eyes and turned away from his sloppy thirds. She thought about anything, like clouds, flowers, or tweeting birds. She felt him kissing and licking down her little tits, and he was the best of the three inside her, who fits. The white Brian grunted, “Good thing you’re not fat, for a pig.” She then wanted to say that at least the other two were close to big. The wolf and New returned, with a chair for them each. The New Brian cheered, “Yeah! Way to bruise that peach!” The white Brian was close, despite the New’s voice. As soon as he finished, the New planned to shout, “Noice!” The white had a paw on her neck, giving her a small choke. He groaned and climaxed, ready to feel a good soak. He collapsed and waited for the New Brian to say it. He heard “Noice!” and couldn’t bother to pull out and lay it. The little pig held back, but still gave him a squirt. He sighed in relief as she laid with herself hurt. The wolf Brian stood up and announced, “Time to give her the rules.” The white sat up as the three gathered with their ‘polished jewels.’ “First of all,” the wolf Brian started, “We’re making sure you’re not left unguarded. You’ll never get to leave. You belong to us. You’re our slave now, so don’t ever make a fuss,” he turned to the New, “Get the handcuffs you brought.” The little pig was then at the end, she thought. Only time went by as she learned what they taught: to serve the three Brians and get them all hot. They gave her the Kama Sutra to keep things fresh, like ‘the pendulum’, ‘proning’, and all sorts of furry mesh. It was months until the little pig gave in to enjoy. The three Brians succeeded in making their favorite toy. The End **** Alright, I admit it. I like the idea of getting gangbanged, and I know it has no lesson about respecting women, or girls like me, or that consent is important, but you know what? I like what I wrote here. I already told you people that I only wrote this for me. I’m just putting it online because I might as well see how many made it this far without thinking that ‘porn with rhymes’ is stupid. If you liked what I wrote, who cares? … … … … … Who the hell am I kidding? If you like it, of course, I’m happy. I can’t pretend that it doesn’t matter if anyone likes my work. I am too sad and pathetic to not care about creepers enjoying my work. Maybe I’m creepy too, for putting so much effort in expressing how much I wanna fuck Brian, even if he’s a scumbag who wants to get with my friend, Patty, for the sole reason of her hot body. Whatever I’m writing for, maybe I just need to think of myself what my own family doesn’t: I matter, and I can feel good. I’ll just have to see what the internet thinks of my pornographic writing. Maybe then I can feel any kind of better.