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CW (more in tags);
Molestation
Rape

A shorter work, again I have been experimenting with style for this.
This is one of the oldest stories/worlds/concepts I still remember and return to from time to time.
I’ve never put these older, rougher/darker stories down before for various reasons.
Mostly nerves of failing to do the subject justice, failure to please, or garnering anger from writing such.
Hopefully this is an OK attempt.

I appreciate and welcome feedback and comments

Thanks for reading", "writing": "Time dragged by,\nThe female monster attacked less and less as the males' long hunting trip wore on.\n\nNoone knew of the monsters.\nHe couldn't tell anyone.\nHis sister had told him not to.\nMost people couldn't see monsters unless they were attacked by one.\nSome people didn't even notice the scars and marks of monster attacks.\nThick fur hid many sins.\n\nHis sister was curled up on his windowsill reading.\nAlways reading.\nWhat he didn't know.\nThe words and language complex and strange.\nSometimes she'd read to him.\nCurling around him under a blanket she'd open one of his books.\nHis books were simple.\nFun colours and pretty pictures.\nNice stories and good people.\nShe would do voices for him too.\nHer gentle voice transforming into an imitation of a *Great Booming King* or /Sing-Song/merry/villagers/.\n\nSometimes she'd read from her books, or those from the library in the house.\nThe ones from the library where old.\nOld enough to use strange 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made the observation aloud to someone it would start again.\nHe should hope.\nBut the male would return eventually.\nSo he should enjoy the now.\nThe peace.\n\nShe said that the big male may bring some more monsters with it.\nShe'd overheard them when last in their lair.\nShe couldn't really understand their bestial gutter tongue.\nBut knew there was some plan.\n\nShe only understood them from exposure.\nThe monsters rarely talked.\nOnly uttering short barbaric sounds which passed for communication.\nHe'd only heard them on occasion do that though.\nOnly when the older retriever failed entirely to protect him.\nWhen they both were dragged and subject to the fowl rituals and tortures the beasts practiced.\n\nBut he was safe now.\nHis sister in the window\nFully rested to protect him if they came back.\nHe'd grown too.\nBut she'd told him he was still too small to fight.\nThat if he did the monsters would break him.\nHurt him.\nEnd him.\nShe could not let that happen.\nShe would do anything for him.\nShe'd promised that a long time ago.\n\nHe turned over the page.\nIt was a new colouring book.\nThis one was all kinds of vehicles and transport stuff.\nHe'd just finished colouring in a bus.\nThis was a big page.\nWith something odd on it.\nHe didn't know what it was.\nShe told him it was a biplane.\n\nShe always moved around with soft cautious steps.\nNow when the monsters were away.\nAt school.\nEven at friends.\n\nShe went to the library and came back with a book.\nIt was all about aeroplanes.\nIt was for puppies like them.\nThe retriever girl lay down next to her brother.\nClose enough he felt her flank move with every breath.\n\nShe found the page for a biplane.\nGot him to read the description.\nEvery caption and label.\nPrompted and helped on difficult words.\nExplained those he didn't know.\n\nShe was a great big sister.\nShe knew everything worth knowing as far he was concerned.\nThey flicked though the book a while longer.\nHis tail flicking happily against hers when he managed to read an entire page about a jet plane without any help.\nShe smiled softly at him.\n\nEverything she did with him was soft.\nExcept protecting him.\nWhenever he looked into her eyes he saw her hardness.\nPeople at school said she was abrasive and shy.\nCold and distant.\nYet polite to teachers and interested in learning.\nShe had a few friends, but less than he did.\nHe didn't have many.\n\nThey finished reading the book.\nShe closed it.\nReturned it silently to the library.\n\nHe heard something outside his room.\nThe monster.\nHis sister struggling against it.\nThumps and thuds.\nThe words of the damned floated harshly though the air.\nThen silence but for heavy breathing.\nThe beast had done something.\nTaken his sister.\n\nBefore he could hide it was in his room.\nOn him.\nPinning him.\nHe tried to scurry away\nThe beast had him by the trousers and tugged them down, dragging him back.\nHe sobbed and cried out for his sister.\nBegging the beast to not hurt him.\nTo leave him alone.\nBut it didn't understand.\nDidn't care.\nJust wanted to feed on him.\n\nThe beast held him by his legs as it stripped him.\nIt smelt like hot earth and rot.\nWire fur course against him.\nJagged sharp claws scraped over his soft young fur.\nIts long sick tongue lashed as it tasted the air.\nLicked its cracked and bloody lips.\nThe retriever boy tried to struggle but knew it was futile.\nThe beast had him.\n\nPinned him.\n\nPushed him onto his side.\nWith one spidery hand rough with calices it gripped it's prey.\nTugged his tail and pushed it's rotting snout against his pucker.\n\nBreath foetid and moist caressed his anal ring.\nMangy fur and cracked, warped lips followed.\nCool fangs then cold tongue.\nIt snaked into him.\nPushing ever deeper.\nTasting him.\nAssessing him.\nDraining just a little more from him.\n\nThe slimy appendage wormed past his pucker,\nSlithered through his rectum\nTo taste his colon.\nFowling it only further.\n\nHe couldn't hear anything anymore\nOnly the his heart thundering\nHis whimpers and sobs.\nThe beasts grunts and snorts.\nNot his sister anywhere.\n\nJust the female beast.\n\nIt reared up over him.\nHe saw it had a tool.\nA contraption to emulate males.\nOne of many devices of torture and suffering.\n\nIt was shaped like the big males\nBut smaller.\n\nIt dripped with slime.\nGleamed with moisture\nAnd glittered with agony.\n\nThe female pushed him over onto his back.\nLifted his legs up.\nRested them on its bony hips.\nThe scabrous flesh rubbing his soft young puppy skin.\n\nPinning him in place the female thrust\nHe howled.\nIt echoed around the room.\nA deafening cry of pain.\nThe contraption was lodged deep in his anus with one single move.\nThe monster seemed to delight in this.\nDragging the tool out\nViolently shoving it back in.\nDrawing another cry.\n\nHe felt tears streaming down his muzzle.\nHis body burned\nThe claws on his chest dug in.\nCompressed his ribs\nHeld him down.\nMade his breaths laboured.\nHis anus was electric.\nThe tainted invader pummelling it.\n\nThe female panted and huffed above him.\nEyes fixed on his stomach.\nFolded up as he was.\nHe blinked away tears and saw.\nSaw the bulge.\nThe false male the beast wore.\nBulging within his intestine.\nWarping his fur.\n\nHe watched as it moved with the female's movements.\n\nSome part of the contraption activated and he felt it pulse.\nStinging juices seeped into his tender internals.\n\nDragging out with a pop and squelch.\nRamming in with a cry and slurp.The beast knelt over him.\nHolding his hips with warped and rough hands.\nBreath tainted by a petrol stink over the decay.\nVicious jagged fangs of rot jutted from its panting maw.\nThe creature bucked into him.\n\nHe lost track of time.\nLost track of everything.\nHow often the beast's device surged more of burning liquid into him.\n\nHe ran out of tears.\nCrys\nHowls\nPain.\n\nHe just lay there.\n\nThe female treated him like the male did.\n\nIt pulled out 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left on unsteady feet.\n\nHe heard sounds of his sister trying to fight.\nThey were muffled.\nDistant.\nThe beast had gone to torture her now.\n\nSo long without being preyed upon by them.\nIt hurt all the more for the beast to return.\n\nHe passed out.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Time dragged by,
The female monster attacked less and less as the males' long hunting trip wore on.

Noone knew of the monsters.
He couldn't tell anyone.
His sister had told him not to.
Most people couldn't see monsters unless they were attacked by one.
Some people didn't even notice the scars and marks of monster attacks.
Thick fur hid many sins.

His sister was curled up on his windowsill reading.
Always reading.
What he didn't know.
The words and language complex and strange.
Sometimes she'd read to him.
Curling around him under a blanket she'd open one of his books.
His books were simple.
Fun colours and pretty pictures.
Nice stories and good people.
She would do voices for him too.
Her gentle voice transforming into an imitation of a *Great Booming King* or /Sing-Song/merry/villagers/.

Sometimes she'd read from her books, or those from the library in the house.
The ones from the library where old.
Old enough to use strange words.
Some words now thought of as naughty.
Have pictures in now considered rude.
Describe technology he only knew of from the books.

The books gave escape.
Romance.
Intrigue.
Adventure.

The young gathering of kitten heros awaiting a telegram from father who was away at war.
The creaking of the mizzenmast after the mainsail had fallen during a titanic storm in the hunt for treasures lost.
The yeoman's whistle as they charged their muskets in lands afar.

He was on the floor colouring as she read.
The open window letting in the soft scent of flowers from the garden.

He'd upset her.
He'd asked if she thought the monsters would stay away.

The male had been hunting for longer before, but the female and the little one would still appear and attack.
But it had been days.
He could hardly remember the last time the monsters had been away for so long.
She'd snapped at him with fear.
Told him to keep those hopes inside.
Just as if it where to stop raining and you made the observation aloud to someone it would start again.
He should hope.
But the male would return eventually.
So he should enjoy the now.
The peace.

She said that the big male may bring some more monsters with it.
She'd overheard them when last in their lair.
She couldn't really understand their bestial gutter tongue.
But knew there was some plan.

She only understood them from exposure.
The monsters rarely talked.
Only uttering short barbaric sounds which passed for communication.
He'd only heard them on occasion do that though.
Only when the older retriever failed entirely to protect him.
When they both were dragged and subject to the fowl rituals and tortures the beasts practiced.

But he was safe now.
His sister in the window
Fully rested to protect him if they came back.
He'd grown too.
But she'd told him he was still too small to fight.
That if he did the monsters would break him.
Hurt him.
End him.
She could not let that happen.
She would do anything for him.
She'd promised that a long time ago.

He turned over the page.
It was a new colouring book.
This one was all kinds of vehicles and transport stuff.
He'd just finished colouring in a bus.
This was a big page.
With something odd on it.
He didn't know what it was.
She told him it was a biplane.

She always moved around with soft cautious steps.
Now when the monsters were away.
At school.
Even at friends.

She went to the library and came back with a book.
It was all about aeroplanes.
It was for puppies like them.
The retriever girl lay down next to her brother.
Close enough he felt her flank move with every breath.

She found the page for a biplane.
Got him to read the description.
Every caption and label.
Prompted and helped on difficult words.
Explained those he didn't know.

She was a great big sister.
She knew everything worth knowing as far he was concerned.
They flicked though the book a while longer.
His tail flicking happily against hers when he managed to read an entire page about a jet plane without any help.
She smiled softly at him.

Everything she did with him was soft.
Except protecting him.
Whenever he looked into her eyes he saw her hardness.
People at school said she was abrasive and shy.
Cold and distant.
Yet polite to teachers and interested in learning.
She had a few friends, but less than he did.
He didn't have many.

They finished reading the book.
She closed it.
Returned it silently to the library.

He heard something outside his room.
The monster.
His sister struggling against it.
Thumps and thuds.
The words of the damned floated harshly though the air.
Then silence but for heavy breathing.
The beast had done something.
Taken his sister.

Before he could hide it was in his room.
On him.
Pinning him.
He tried to scurry away
The beast had him by the trousers and tugged them down, dragging him back.
He sobbed and cried out for his sister.
Begging the beast to not hurt him.
To leave him alone.
But it didn't understand.
Didn't care.
Just wanted to feed on him.

The beast held him by his legs as it stripped him.
It smelt like hot earth and rot.
Wire fur course against him.
Jagged sharp claws scraped over his soft young fur.
Its long sick tongue lashed as it tasted the air.
Licked its cracked and bloody lips.
The retriever boy tried to struggle but knew it was futile.
The beast had him.

Pinned him.

Pushed him onto his side.
With one spidery hand rough with calices it gripped it's prey.
Tugged his tail and pushed it's rotting snout against his pucker.

Breath foetid and moist caressed his anal ring.
Mangy fur and cracked, warped lips followed.
Cool fangs then cold tongue.
It snaked into him.
Pushing ever deeper.
Tasting him.
Assessing him.
Draining just a little more from him.

The slimy appendage wormed past his pucker,
Slithered through his rectum
To taste his colon.
Fowling it only further.

He couldn't hear anything anymore
Only the his heart thundering
His whimpers and sobs.
The beasts grunts and snorts.
Not his sister anywhere.

Just the female beast.

It reared up over him.
He saw it had a tool.
A contraption to emulate males.
One of many devices of torture and suffering.

It was shaped like the big males
But smaller.

It dripped with slime.
Gleamed with moisture
And glittered with agony.

The female pushed him over onto his back.
Lifted his legs up.
Rested them on its bony hips.
The scabrous flesh rubbing his soft young puppy skin.

Pinning him in place the female thrust
He howled.
It echoed around the room.
A deafening cry of pain.
The contraption was lodged deep in his anus with one single move.
The monster seemed to delight in this.
Dragging the tool out
Violently shoving it back in.
Drawing another cry.

He felt tears streaming down his muzzle.
His body burned
The claws on his chest dug in.
Compressed his ribs
Held him down.
Made his breaths laboured.
His anus was electric.
The tainted invader pummelling it.

The female panted and huffed above him.
Eyes fixed on his stomach.
Folded up as he was.
He blinked away tears and saw.
Saw the bulge.
The false male the beast wore.
Bulging within his intestine.
Warping his fur.

He watched as it moved with the female's movements.

Some part of the contraption activated and he felt it pulse.
Stinging juices seeped into his tender internals.

Dragging out with a pop and squelch.
Ramming in with a cry and slurp.The beast knelt over him.
Holding his hips with warped and rough hands.
Breath tainted by a petrol stink over the decay.
Vicious jagged fangs of rot jutted from its panting maw.
The creature bucked into him.

He lost track of time.
Lost track of everything.
How often the beast's device surged more of burning liquid into him.

He ran out of tears.
Crys
Howls
Pain.

He just lay there.

The female treated him like the male did.

It pulled out and tossed him onto his stomach.
Lying atop him.
Shrivelled breasts resting on his back.
Bony hips grinding against him.
Protruding ribs poking him.
Coarse fur and diseased scabs intermingling with his clean pelt.

His tail pinned painfully out to one side.

The beast dropped it's malformed head,
Pock marked muzzle next to his.
The thrusts were shorter.
Grinding.
Oil field breath short rasping hisses.

The beast's ritual was neared completion.
It's climax approaching.
The torture soon to end.

The beast shifted
With one violent thrust the replica manhoods fake swellings forced their way inside the puppy's abused hole.
More burning fluids coursed into him.
The beast made a triumphal noise of conquest.
Then sagged over him.
Spent.

To feed on him.
To torture him.
The sapping of his life.
All tiring.

He sobbed once more.
Finding a few last tears.

The female beast shifted.
Knelt over him on twisted legs.
Pulled the bloody machine from his anus.

It left on unsteady feet.

He heard sounds of his sister trying to fight.
They were muffled.
Distant.
The beast had gone to torture her now.

So long without being preyed upon by them.
It hurt all the more for the beast to return.

He passed out.
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