The small pup curled close around his stuffed rabbit.
He'd heard his sister fighting with the monsters, but they must have dragged her to their lair.
Soon they'd come for him.
He waited breathless eternities in the dark, hoping they'd not come for him.
The female did.
Its long talon ended fingers reached out and pulled back the blanket as it lowered itself onto his bed.
Claws traced over his pyjamas, tugging his top up, up up and off, coaxing Bunny away from him.
Instead the monster drew his head up, offering one of its sagging, wrinkled teats to him, pushing his head to the icy nipple.
Its other foul hand dragged his pyjama bottoms down, just enough to expose him.
Long dirty fingers toyed with his tiny cock and purse like sack.
Slowly drawing his young, undeveloped member up to hardness. Hardly two inches.
The monster gently took him off its teat, lying him down, it slithered over him.
Brought its muzzle of rotting fangs and breath like a graveyard down to his childhood.
Long oozing tenticular tongue flicking and tasting the pup's crotch.
He managed to scrambled Bunny back.
Hugging the battered old toy close as if it would prevent the monster from doing what it wanted with him.
The retriever boys tail was trying to curl between his legs, but the larger beast above him kept it pinned.
It took his entire lowers into its mouth and lapped over them, its slimy drool coating him.
Having tasted him enough the creature moved, crawling up him to bring the dark crevasse between its gnarled legs over his small erection.
The coarse wire fur hiding the maw matted and drenched with it's disgusting lust.
It lowered itself, grinding and humping that foul orifice of decayed lust onto his puphood.
It's pungent breath huffing into the cold air as one hand slid to touch that disgusting lower maw engulfing his cock.
The other played stroked over the pups soft stomach, pushing under Bunny's protection. Forcing it away.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. He pleaded pathetically to the beast to stop.
The beast spoke no language he understood. Just huffs and growls. What words it did utter were the the tongues of the dead, the language of the fallen, the sinful, the lost and the damned.
In the half light seeping in he could see long globs of drool hanging from it's open maw as it ground itself against him.
One papped onto the pillow next to his head.

He hated the monsters.
Wanted to kill them.
But he couldn't.
His sister had been fighting them for longer.
Had protected him as best she could.
But they'd never defeat them.
She knew of one way to escape the monsters.
To banish them forever.
But they'd have to make deals with greater evils.
Speak dangerous words.
Give up everything they had.
Lose what friends they had.
It was a last resort until she could formulate a plan. His sister had one but it needed them to wait four long years for her to become a woman.
For now he just had to accept his fate when the older retriever couldn't protect him.

The beast was huffing, its wretched teeth gnashing as it reached the climax of its awful ritual.
It drew just a little more life from him each time it finished.
With a hellish bark it sagged.
Panting decay it leant down and kicked over his face, climbing off him and his bed.
It's chipped and broken claws clicking onto the cold wood of the floor.

It drew up his pyjama bottoms, down his top and pushed Bunny back into his grip, and tucked him in.

He cried into Bunny's well worn fur.
Tail curling defensively around him.

He woke up.
He must have fallen asleep at some point as he woke up.
He didn't know what time it was.
Just that the smallest monster was climbing into his bed.

There were three normally.
The big male
The female
And the small one.

The small one was different.
It must have been younger, whatever the monster's equivalent of a cub was.
It didn't have a maw like the female.
It was soft, with a slight curve to its chest.
But between its legs...
Between it's legs was a thick meat tube.
A cock.
About the same size as the big males but different.
The big males was pointed at the end, with swelling pustules at the bottom.
It has big, hanging balls covered in soggy matted fur, which smelled like damp and dirt.

This one didn't.
It just curved down between its legs.
Almost like he did when very cold.

The cock was big on its body, blunt and almost a single tube like shape.
It never used it on him. Only when the big ones forced it.
They'd snap any hiss at each other, hitting and forcing it to use it's cock.

It was cleaner than they were. Generally.
It still smelled of damp unwashed but less so.
Its breath was just the stench of a carnivore.
It slid in behind him.
Of the monsters he preferred this one.
It was gentle.
It held him.
It never took Bunny away.
Reached down and stroked over him with blistered and calloused hands.
Pushed that slimy meat tube between his legs.
Gently humping and pushing that slick cylinder of meat between his thighs, huffing and panting.
It didn't take long for it to finish.
The meat tube pulsed and throbbed before it drooled out a thick rope of puss.
He'd tasted it before.
It was disgusting and salty. Thicker and stronger than the big males.
It was plentiful and only a few spattering ropes of the puss.
He whimpered and passed out again.
The monster left him.
Left its thick mess.
Left the pungent stench of its puss on his thighs and sheets.

The monsters didn't come for him again.
That night, weekend or week.
He heard his sister fighting the female.
Saw it drag her to its lair.
Or just attack her wherever they happened to be.

Most nights he fell asleep in his sister's arms.
Older, bigger retriever pup curled protectively around him.
Snarling and driving off the monsters when they came.
Sometimes she'd leave him to fight them, to sacrifice herself so he didn't suffer.

The big male left to hunt. He didn't see it for several weeks.
Without it the female was more cautious.
Preying on the pups only when they were separate, or going straight after his sister, to save the fight.