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.